For a moment or two neither spoke. Then suddenly the young man looked at her, with a grave face.
"Ysenda," he said, "I want your advice," and he went on hurriedly to relate to her the experiences of the last two Sundays in his cousins"
cottages. She listened attentively, but somewhat to his perplexity she seemed in no way surprised or discouraged by his story, for when he ended by saying, "Don"t you think I"d best give it up? It doesn"t seem meant for the like of us. Uncle Peter didn"t understand maybe that we"re not the same as him--we"re too thick-skulled and dull, and not full of benevolence and charity as he was. The good people don"t care to bestow their benefits on common rough fellows like us," she replied quietly:
"No, Michael, I don"t agree with you. You"ve got wrong notions. There"s a condition attached to the spell, which must be discovered by yourself.
Uncle Peter told you this plainly. He said nothing about success depending on your being very clever, or learned in the ways he was, and he knew none of you were. He knew the condition was one quite possible for you to fulfil, but it had to be your own doing. Well--Hodge and Giles have failed--Giles less than Hodge----"
"Because he wasn"t such a selfish pig as Hodge," Michael interrupted, "still----"
Ysenda smiled.
"Still," she went on, "a meal of bread and cheese isn"t worth the trouble. I agree with you. But I don"t see why _you_ should not succeed, though the others have failed."
"I don"t know why I _should_!" exclaimed he. "I can think of nothing new to try, and it worries me. I keep dreaming about it night and day, till I want to throw it over and have done with it. I had a plan----" but he hesitated.
"Tell me your plan," she urged.
"It was this. I thought maybe Hodge and Giles would forget the right words or miss the time or do something stupid that I could see and guard against when my turn came, and if so I had planned how I"d invite the poor dame and her children to the Sunday feast--I"d have just bid them come a few minutes before the time, the way uncle did with us--and when I"d got it all ready--steaming hot and all beautiful and tempting, I"d throw open the door and show them in. My! just to think of it," and his blue eyes danced with pleasure.
So did Ysenda"s pretty grey ones, but she kept her self-control.
"Well," she said gently, "why shouldn"t you carry out your plan?"
"Ysenda!" exclaimed Michael, "how could I risk it after the failure of the others? Supposing I had as good luck as Giles--and how can I be sure of even that?--a nice feast it would be to invite the poor things to--a lump of bread and a wedge of cheese! I"d be ashamed past words."
"You"d have a nice, dainty table, and no doubt, if the good people knew how many guests you"d asked, they"d lay places for them all, as has always been the case so far as I understand," said Ysenda. "I"ll tell you what I"d do--I"ll help you all I can--let"s have some simple fare ready to fall back upon if need be. I"m sure I can manage a joint of cold meat and some potatoes, which you can roast in readiness. Then when you invite Dame Martha and the children just say it"s really to take "pot-luck" with you, so they won"t expect over much."
Michael"s face brightened.
"Thank you, Ysenda," he said, "thank you a thousand times. You"ve cheered me greatly, and made me think I"d be a coward not to take my chance. So I"ll do as you say. Maybe I can get some vegetables or fruit to help out the dinner. And I"ll just invite them in an off-hand sort of way, as you advise. A case of "pot-luck" it certainly will be, if there never was one before!" and he laughed quite heartily.
That very evening he invited the dame and her grandchildren, and the first time he met Hodge and Giles he told them of these expected guests.
Hodge was rather scornful about it, but Giles was more cheery.
"There"s something in numbers," he maintained, "and three"s a lucky one.
You"re the third to try, and you"ve invited three, besides us three ourselves. And--" he added, slapping his cousin on the shoulder as he spoke--"why yes, Mike, old fellow, fate"s smiling on you and no mistake!
Sunday"s the third of the month, for sure!"
Michael"s spirits rose still higher.
"Thank you, Giles," he said. "Well, we"ll know before long. And you two mustn"t fail me. If we don"t meet at church, I"ll depend on you soon after twelve o"clock on Sunday. Don"t be late."
"No fear," said Giles, and Hodge, who was influenced by the others"
hopefulness, felt his mouth already watering in antic.i.p.ation of the excellent fare, echoed "no fear."
And some quarter of an hour or so before the usual time the three were settled in their places, Mike, bell in hand, all three pair of eyes glancing every minute or so at the clock. Now and then Michael"s strayed to the cupboard in the corner, with a comfortable expression, for there, thanks to Ysenda and his own precautions, there was a good piece of meat and a few other odds and ends, sufficient for a plain though not very choice or ample meal.
At last--and how very slowly do the hands of a clock seem to move, if one is watching them!--at last the long needle approached the figure "six" at the bottom of the dial. Mike glanced at his companions.
"Now for it," he said, and for the life of him he could not prevent his voice shaking a little. "Here goes," and then pulling himself together he repeated the rhyme of incantation in a firm clear voice:
"Little table, fair to see, Magic bell now summons thee.
Spread with viands good to taste, Fairy table, prithee haste!"
and after a moment"s pause he lifted the silver toy and rang it cheerily.
Then--utter silence, save for Michael"s drawing a deep breath or two--and--oh, joy! the whirring sounds began to be heard--no mistake about it, as they grew louder and nearer. Giles chuckled as he whispered, "Some good honest bread and cheese, hey, Mike?"
But he laughs best who wins!
Michael made no reply. In another moment came the soft swing of the invisible hinges--the floor opened, and up came the table. You could almost have fancied that it or its burdens were laughing with pleasure, for there was a merry clatter among the pretty china plates and dishes--so closely were they packed, so many were they, though as the whole finally emerged and settled down as it were, the table seemed to grow longer, till there was ample s.p.a.ce for its six guests. Then the floor closed, and all was quiet.
Not so the three cousins.
"Hurrah in good earnest this time," cried Giles.
"Hush, my good fellow," said Michael, though his own face was by this time one broad smile "they"ll have come, I"m sure. I must fetch them in," and he turned towards the door.
"Stay a moment," interrupted Hodge, who by this time was in high spirits, busily lifting the covers and examining the viands, "stay, till I tell you what there is for dinner. The giver of the feast should know the fare."
"Well, then," said Michael, "tell me quickly."
"There"s a couple of ducks," replied Hodge, "stuffed, and roasted to a turn. How good they smell! And apple sauce and mashed potatoes, and a plum-pudding--to be sure Christmas is not so very far off now--and a whole pile of gingerbread snaps with whipped cream, and oranges galore, for dessert. My word, but the brownies keep first-rate cooks and caterers."
Michael had opened the door before his hungry friend had left off speaking, but he heard Hodge calling after him, "Stop, stop, I"ve forgotten the pork pie. Oh, my goodness, such a beauty!"
In another moment Michael had seized Dame Martha by the hand and was leading her into the cottage, followed by Paul and Mattie, looking very neat and clean in spite of their poor clothes, and in not a little excitement at this visit to the kind young man who had been their first friend in this strange land.
"I hope you"ve not been waiting long," said Mike.
"Oh no, thank you," the dame replied. "Just a very few minutes. We heard the church clock strike the half-hour as we drew near."
The door was wide open. Hodge and Giles greeted the new-comers heartily, Hodge adding that they"d better set to at once, before the dishes got cold. But though Dame Martha had very good manners by nature and even by habit, for in her better days she had been a much-respected upper servant in an excellent family, she could not restrain an exclamation of the greatest astonishment when she caught sight of the wonderful display of good things, and perceived their appetising odour.
"My dear boy--Michael!" she cried. "What extravagance is this? And you said it would be just a simple meal--"pot-luck" you called it, if I remember right?"
"And pot-luck it is," he replied, laughing. "There"s no reason that I know of why pot-luck shouldn"t be good fare, as I hope you will find our dinner to be."
There is no need to tell you how the feast was enjoyed. To begin with, it was flavoured not only with the "best sauce" of the old proverb--hunger--but also with the excellent additions of friendliness and grat.i.tude and goodwill, and besides these even, there was a mysterious feeling of graciousness and prettiness over it all, which I am inclined to think must have been wafted with the viands from fairyland itself.
Never had the children had such a treat, and being modest and unselfish and far from greedy they enjoyed it all the more, nor was there any necessity for their grandmother to warn them not to eat too much.
Every one had enough--indeed Hodge"s appet.i.te seemed equal to that of two ordinary people--but yet when all had replied, "No thank you, nothing more," to Michael"s hospitable offers, the dishes looked by no means empty, and though he made the children carry off a couple of oranges each, for a little Sunday treat at home, the pile of fruit scarcely appeared to have been touched. The thought did cross Michael"s head that he wished he could keep the remains of the feast in his larder. But "No," he decided, "it would be greedy and might displease the fairies."
So when the dame and her grandchildren, with many and many expressions of grat.i.tude, took their leave--though, by the bye, I must not forget to tell you that what brought the poor things" pleasure to the _highest_ height was Michael"s telling them that he would expect them at the same hour and in the same way the following Sunday, "and every Sunday, so long as my pot-luck continues to suit you," he added--well then, as soon as the three had left he re-entered the cottage with his cousins and carefully closing the door, rang the fairy bell for the invisible attendants to remove the table.
It disappeared as it had come, obediently to his summons. Then Hodge and Giles turned to him.
"The luck"s with you, Mike, no doubt about it," they said, but without any ill-will, it must be allowed.