"Who would mind? We shall be very pleased."
Ashurst rose too suddenly for his stiff knee, staggered, and subsided.
The girl gave a little gasp, and held out her hands. Ashurst took them, small, rough, brown; checked his impulse to put them to his lips, and let her pull him up. She came close beside him, offering her shoulder.
And leaning on her he walked across the room. That shoulder seemed quite the pleasantest thing he had ever touched. But, he had presence of mind enough to catch his stick out of the rack, and withdraw his hand before arriving at the kitchen.
That night he slept like a top, and woke with his knee of almost normal size. He again spent the morning in his chair on the gra.s.s patch, scribbling down verses; but in the afternoon he wandered about with the two little boys Nick and Rick. It was Sat.u.r.day, so they were early home from school; quick, shy, dark little rascals of seven and six, soon talkative, for Ashurst had a way with children. By four o"clock they had shown him all their methods of destroying life, except the tickling of trout; and with breeches tucked up, lay on their stomachs over the trout stream, pretending they had this accomplishment also. They tickled nothing, of course, for their giggling and shouting scared every spotted thing away. Ashurst, on a rock at the edge of the beech clump, watched them, and listened to the cuckoos, till Nick, the elder and less persevering, came up and stood beside him.
"The gipsy bogle zets on that stone," he said.
"What gipsy bogie?"
"Dunno; never zeen "e. Megan zays "e zets there; an" old Jim zeed "e once. "E was zettin" there naight afore our pony kicked--in father"s "ead. "E plays the viddle."
"What tune does he play?"
"Dunno."
"What"s he like?"
""E"s black. Old Jim zays "e"s all over "air. "E"s a praaper bogle.
"E don" come only at naight." The little boy"s oblique dark eyes slid round. "D"yu think "e might want to take me away? Megan"s feared of "e."
"Has she seen him?"
"No. She"s not afeared o" yu."
"I should think not. Why should she be?"
"She zays a prayer for yu."
"How do you know that, you little rascal?"
"When I was asleep, she said: "G.o.d bless us all, an" Mr. Ashes." I yeard "er whisperin"."
"You"re a little ruffian to tell what you hear when you"re not meant to hear it!"
The little boy was silent. Then he said aggressively:
"I can skin rabbets. Megan, she can"t bear skinnin" "em. I like blood."
"Oh! you do; you little monster!"
"What"s that?"
"A creature that likes hurting others."
The little boy scowled. "They"m only dead rabbets, what us eats."
"Quite right, Nick. I beg your pardon."
"I can skin frogs, tu."
But Ashurst had become absent. "G.o.d bless us all, and Mr. Ashes!" And puzzled by that sudden inaccessibility, Nick ran back to the stream where the giggling and shouts again uprose at once.
When Megan brought his tea, he said:
"What"s the gipsy bogle, Megan?"
She looked up, startled.
"He brings bad things."
"Surely you don"t believe in ghosts?"
"I hope I will never see him."
"Of course you won"t. There aren"t such things. What old Jim saw was a pony."
"No! There are bogies in the rocks; they are the men who lived long ago."
"They aren"t gipsies, anyway; those old men were dead long before gipsies came."
She said simply: "They are all bad."
"Why? If there are any, they"re only wild, like the rabbits. The flowers aren"t bad for being wild; the thorn trees were never planted--and you don"t mind them. I shall go down at night and look for your bogie, and have a talk with him."
"Oh, no! Oh, no!"
"Oh, yes! I shall go and sit on his rock."
She clasped her hands together: "Oh, please!"
"Why! What "does it matter if anything happens to me?"
She did not answer; and in a sort of pet he added:
"Well, I daresay I shan"t see him, because I suppose I must be off soon."
"Soon?"
"Your aunt won"t want to keep me here."
"Oh, yes! We always let lodgings in summer."
Fixing his eyes on her face, he asked:
"Would you like me to stay?"
"Yes."