Old Mr. King made no comment, only pa.s.sed on with a few little leading remarks when the information seemed to be on the wane. And then he said he thought he would like a game of backgammon, and he challenged the parson to come on and be beaten. And at an early hour the party broke up. "For remember," said Grandpapa, for about the fiftieth time that day, "it"s Antwerp to-morrow!"
So it was at Antwerp that the whole splendid business was concluded.
And when the story of it came out, there was a regular jubilee all around. For were not Adela and Adela"s grandmother going with the King party around a bit more on the continent, and then off to Paris again, and back to the beloved school--Grandpapa"s gift to the girl with the talent, to keep it alive!
And the little widow, stunned at first by the magnitude of the gift, could do nothing but feebly protest, "Oh, no, sir!" and put up both shaking hands to ward off the benefaction.
"It"s your duty, Madam," said Mr. King, sternly, at which she shrank down farther in her chair. "Who knows what such talent will do in the world? and it"s my duty to see that it is kept alive,--nothing more nor less than a question of duty."
He stamped up and down the room vehemently, and the little old lady protesting that she wanted to do her duty,--she was sure she always did,--the hardest part was over, and old Mr. King chuckled to himself triumphantly.
"And now," cried Polly, in a transport, when the first surprise was over, and everybody had settled down to the quiet enjoyment of it all, "we"ve really and truly got a celebrated artist all to ourselves," and she drew herself up in pride.
"I"m not celebrated yet," said Adela, with two little red spots on her cheeks, and with happy eyes on her grandmother. "You had better wait till I am."
"Oh, well; you will be," said Polly, confidently, "sometime, and then we can say "yes, we knew her when she was a girl," and we"ll go to picture-galleries the same as we do here, and see your name stuck up in the corners of the very best ones, Adela."
XVI
"LET US FLY AT THOSE BOOKS"
"Now, Polly, in Antwerp," said Jasper, "we can see Rubens to perfection. Won"t we just revel in his paintings, though!"
"Won"t we!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Polly. "I"m so glad Grandpapa came here to this hotel." She leaned out of the window as she spoke.
"Under the very eaves of the Cathedral, almost, isn"t it?" said Jasper, in satisfaction.
The chimes just then pealed out. Indeed, it seemed as if they did nothing but ring, so short were the intervals. But to Polly and Jasper they brought only echoes of delight.
"There are forty of those bells, aren"t there?" asked Polly, resting her elbows on the window-sill.
"I believe so," answered Jasper, absently. Polly looked at him curiously.
"Polly," he said abruptly, "do you know what I mean to do?"
"No," said Polly; "tell me, do, Jasper."
"Well, I mean to sit right down and finish my book. I"m ashamed to confess that it"s not up to date."
"Neither is mine," confessed Polly.
"Well, now, that won"t do," said Jasper, decidedly. "You see if we once let those books get behindhand, we"re lost. We never can catch up, in all this world."
"We"ve had so much to do and to see," began Polly.
"That won"t be any excuse that will amount to anything," said Jasper, shaking his head. "Let"s fly at them and tackle them now, Polly."
"I say so, too," she cried, and deserting the window, they surrounded the centre-table, and soon had the big journals, photographs, and pictures, of every sort and size, the ink bottle, and library paste, scissors, and all the rest of the paraphernalia, spread out on it.
"It"s good that Grandpapa is lying down and doesn"t wish to go out,"
remarked Polly, snipping away at a fearful rate, and pausing only to write down the dates and other bits of information around each picture, as she pasted it in. "Now we"ll have all this morning to finish these books up to to-day."
"And none too much for the job," said Jasper, sagely. "I declare I shall feel like enjoying myself twice as well, when once they"re up to date. They"ve been hanging round my conscience every day since I slackened work on them."
"And I am so glad you made me come away from that window, and set to work," said Polly, "or I never would have commenced on mine to-day."
"Oh, yes, you would, I think, Polly," said Jasper. "Well, we are at it now, and that"s enough. Now says I, I"m on book No. 2!" And he flapped down the cover of the completed one. "That"s done, thank fortune!"
"Oh, Jasper, have you the green one done?" asked Polly. "Why, I have three more pages of mine to do."
"Well, you"ll catch up on the red one, I dare say," said Jasper, opening No. 2. "We are getting on famously, aren"t we, Polly?" glancing over at her work.
"Yes, and I"m so glad you proposed this way to keep a journal," said Polly, "to have them labelled "My Notes on My European Journey," and to have No. 1 green, and No. 2 red, and so on all through the rest of the colours."
"That will help us to find them in a hurry," said Jasper, "and keep them distinct; but I didn"t propose it, Polly, about the books. It was your plan as much as mine."
"No." Polly was guilty of contradicting. "I never should have thought of having the books of different colours and labelling them in that way, Jasper."
"Well, you first thought of cutting out pictures and all sorts of items, and then writing the dates and whatever else we wanted to around the pictures," said Jasper. "I"m sure that"s more important than the t.i.tle of the book, Polly."
"Well, won"t the boys love to see them," asked Polly, suddenly, with a light in her eyes, ignoring the question as to her claim to the idea, "when we get home, Jasper?"
"Won"t they, though!" he responded, falling to work with a will.
And so Antwerp was entered with clear consciences as to journals, and a strict determination not to fall behind again on them.
But Polly slipped in so many of the beautiful photographs of the "Descent from the Cross," and the other two famous pictures by Rubens, that her red book was closed the third day of their stay in the old town of Antwerp; and the photographs had even overflowed into the yellow book, No. 3.
They had a habit, most of their party, of dropping into the Cathedral once a day at least, usually in the morning, and sometimes before service. And then when it was quiet, and before the ordinary throng of sight-seers trailed through, Jasper would hire some chairs of one of the old women who always seem to be part and parcel of European cathedrals; and they would sit down before the painting, its wings spread over the dingy green background, and study what has made so many countless travellers take long and oftentimes wearisome journeys to see.
And Polly always wanted to go after that to see the "a.s.sumption," which is the altar-piece, and then the "Elevation of the Cross," both by Rubens. "And I am sure, Grandpapa," she would always say, "I like them as well as I do the famous painting."
"And so do I, Polly, in a way," Grandpapa would invariably reply. "They are all marvellous, and that is all we can say, for no expressions could give the truth about them."
After the Cathedral, which they loved all the more,--"for being perched under its eaves" (as Polly always said when speaking of the hotel that was for the time being their home),--Polly and Jasper set next in their regard the Musee Plantin-Moretus. They were never tired of running down there to the Marche du Vendredi, until it became a regular question every day at dinner, "Well, what more have you discovered at the Musee Plantin?"
And old Mr. King would often answer, for he was as interested as the young people, "Marvellous things." And then he would expatiate on the antique furniture, the paintings, engravings, and tapestries, till the little doctor, fresh from his hospital visitations, would remark that it was just as good as if he had time to visit the place, to hear Grandpapa tell it all. And Adela would bring out her little sketches, which now she was not averse to showing, since everybody was so kind and sympathising, and there would be some little nook or corner of corridor or court that Polly would fall upon and p.r.o.nounce, "Just perfect, and how did you get it?"
"Oh, I just drew a bit now and then when you were looking at things,"
said Adela, carelessly.
"Everything just dances off your pencil," said Polly, wishing she could draw, and wondering if it was any use for her to try to learn.
And every afternoon they would go to drive as usual, very often around the docks, which gave them all a good idea of this wonderful port. They were never tired of watching the hydraulic cranes, of inspecting the dry docks; the intertwining railways by which all the docks, large and small, are connected, and the two basins, Le Pet.i.t and Le Grand Ba.s.sin.
"Dear me!" exclaimed Jasper, on one of these occasions, "I thought Amsterdam docks were huge affairs, but Antwerp!" And he left his sentence in mid-air, which was more impressive after all.