"Why, of course you are happy," said Verena; "but you must never get into Punishment Land again as long as you live, Paulie, for I wouldn"t go through another day like yesterday for anything."
The wagonette arrived all in good time. It drew up at the front door, and Mr. Dale, attracted by the sound of wheels, rose from his accustomed seat in his musty, fusty study, and looked out of the window. The window was so dusty and dirty that he could not see anything plainly; but, true to his determination, he would not open it. A breeze might come in and disturb some of his papers. He was busy with an enthralling portion of his work just then; nevertheless, the smart wagonette and nicely harnessed horses, and the gay sound of young voices, attracted him.
"I could almost believe myself back in the days when I courted my dearly beloved Alice," he whispered to himself. "I do sincerely trust that visitors are not beginning to arrive at The Dales; that would be the final straw."
The carriage, however, did not stop long at the front door. It was presently seen bowling away down the avenue. Mr. Dale, who still stood and watched it, observed that it was quite packed with bright-looking young girls. Blue ribbons streamed on the breeze, and the girls laughed gaily.
"I am glad those visitors are going," thought the good man, who did not in the least recognize his own family. "A noisy, vulgar crowd they seemed. I hope my own girls will never become like that. Thank goodness they did not stay long! Sophia is a person of discernment; she knows that I can"t possibly receive incidental visitors at The Dales."
He returned to his work and soon was lost to all external things.
Meanwhile the girls had a lovely and exciting drive. Aunt Sophia was in her most agreeable mood. The children themselves were quite unaccustomed to carriage exercise. It was a wonderful luxury to lean back on the softly cushioned seats and dash swiftly under the n.o.ble beech-trees and the giant oaks of the primeval forest. By-and-by they drove up to some white gates. Verena was desired to get out and open them. The carriage pa.s.sed through. She remounted into her seat, and a few minutes later they all found themselves in a great cobble-stoned yard surrounded by stables and coach-houses. The melodious cry of a pack of fox-hounds filled the air. The girls were almost beside themselves with excitement. Presently a red-faced man appeared, and he and Miss Tredgold had a long and mysterious talk together. She got out of the wagonette and went with the man into the stables. Soon out of the stables there issued, led by two grooms, as perfect a pair of Forest ponies as were ever seen. They were well groomed and in excellent order, and when they arched their necks and pawed the ground with their feet, Pauline uttered an irrepressible shout.
"Those ponies are coming to The Dale in a fortnight," said Miss Tredgold.
"Their names are Peas-blossom and Lavender."
"I believe I"ll die if much more of this goes on," gasped Briar. "I"m too happy. I can"t stand anything further."
"Hush, Briar!" said Verena, almost giving her sister a shake in her excitement, and yet at the same time trying to appear calm.
"Now, my dear children, we will go home," said their aunt. "The wagonette will come any day that I send for it, and Mr. Judson informs me he hopes by-and-by to have a pair of carriage horses that I may think it worth while to purchase."
"Aren"t these good enough?" asked Verena, as they drove back to The Dales.
"They are very fair horses, but I don"t care to buy them. Judson knows just the sort I want. I am pleased with the ponies, however. They will give you all a great deal of amus.e.m.e.nt. To-morrow we must go to Southampton and order your habits."
"I wonder I _ever_ thought her cross and nasty and disagreeable," thought Pauline. "I wonder I ever could hate her. I hope she"ll let me ride Peas-blossom. I liked his bright eyes so much. I never rode anything in my life, but I feel I could ride barebacked on Peas-blossom. I love him already. Oh, dear! I don"t hate Aunt Sophia now. On the contrary, I feel rather bad when I look at her. If she ever knows what I did yesterday, will she forgive me? I suppose I ought to tell her; but I can"t. It would get poor Nancy into trouble. Besides--I may as well be frank with myself--I should not have the courage."
As soon as the girls got home Penelope ran up to Pauline.
"You stayed for a long time in the shrubbery yesterday, didn"t you, Pauline?" she asked.
"Yes," said Pauline.
"You didn"t by any chance find Aunt Sophy"s thimble?"
"I! Why should I?"
Pauline felt herself turning red. Penelope fixed her exceedingly sharp eyes on her sister"s face.
"You did find it; you know you did. Where is it? Give it to me. I want my penny. Think of all the fun you are going to have. She doesn"t mean me to ride, "cos I asked her. I must have my penny. Give me the thimble at once, Paulie."
"I haven"t got it. Don"t talk nonsense, child. Let me go. Oh! you have hurt me."
Pauline could not suppress a short scream, and the next minute she felt herself turning very faint and sick, for Penelope had laid her exceedingly hard little hand on Pauline"s burnt arm.
"What is it, Paulie? I know you are not well," said Verena, running up.
"It is "cos of her bad conscience," said Penelope, turning away with a snort of indignation.
"Really," said Verena, as Pauline leaned against her and tried hard to repress the shivers of pain that ran through her frame, "Penelope gets worse and worse. Only that I hate telling tales out of school, I should ask Aunt Sophia to send her back to the nursery for at least another year. But what is it, Paulie dear? You look quite ill."
"I feel rather bad. I have hurt my arm. You must not ask me how, Renny.
You must trust me. Oh dear! I must tell you what has happened, for you will have to help me. Oh, Renny, I am in such pain!"
Poor Pauline burst into a torrent of tears. Where was her happiness of an hour ago? Where were her rapturous thoughts of riding Peas-blossom through the Forest? Her arm hurt her terribly; she knew that Penelope was quite capable of making mischief, she was terrified about the thimble.
Altogether her brief interval of sunshine was completely blotted out.
Verena, for her years, was a wonderfully wise girl. She had since her mother"s death been more or less a little mother to the younger children.
It is true, she had looked after them in a somewhat rough-and-ready style; but nevertheless she was a sympathetic and affectionate girl, and they all clung to her. Now it seemed only natural that Pauline should lean on her and confide her troubles to her. Accordingly Verena led her sister to a rustic seat and said:
"Sit down near me and tell me everything."
"It is this," said Pauline. "I have burned my arm badly, and Aunt Sophia must not know."
"You have burnt your arm? How?"
"I would rather not tell."
"But why should you conceal it, Paulie?"
"I"d rather conceal it; please don"t ask me. All I want you to do is to ask me no questions, but to help me to get my arm well; the pain is almost past bearing. But, Renny, whatever happens, Aunt Sophia must not know."
"You are fearfully mysterious," said Verena, who looked much alarmed.
"You used not to be like this, Paulie. You were always very open, and you and I shared every thought Well, come into the house. Of course, whatever happens, I will help you; but I think you ought to tell me the whole truth."
"I can"t, so there! If you are to be a real, real sister to me, you will help me without asking questions."
The girls entered the house and ran up to Pauline"s bedroom. There the injured arm was exposed to view, and Verena was shocked to see the extent of the burn.
"You ought to see a doctor. This is very wrong," she said.
She made Pauline lie down, and dressed her arm as well as she could.
Verena was quite a skilful little nurse in her own way, and as Pauline had some of the wonderful ointment which the Kings" cook had given her, and as Verena knew very nicely how to spread it on a piece of rag, the arm soon became more comfortable.
Just before dinner Miss Tredgold called all the girls round her.
"I have something to say," she remarked. "I want you all to go upstairs now; don"t wait until five minutes before dinner. You will each find lying on your bed, ready for wearing, a suitable dinner-blouse. Put it on and come downstairs. You will wear dinner-dress every night in future, in order to accustom you to the manners of good society. Now go upstairs, tidy yourselves, and come down looking as nice as you can."
The girls were all very much excited at the thought of the dinner-blouses.
They found them, as Aunt Sophia had said, each ready to put on, on their little beds. Verena"s was palest blue, trimmed daintily with a lot of fluffy lace. The sleeves were elbow-sleeves, and had ruffles round them.
The blouse in itself was quite a girlish one, and suited its fair wearer to perfection. Pauline"s blouse was cream-color; it also had elbow-sleeves, and was very slightly open at the neck.
"Do be quick, Paulie," called out Briar. "I have got a sweet, darling, angel of a pink blouse. Get into yours, and I"ll get into mine. Oh, what tremendous fun this is!"
Briar ran whooping and singing down the corridor. She was met by nurse with baby in her arms.
"Now, Miss Rose, what"s up?" said the good woman. "You do look happy, to be sure. You don"t seem to miss the old days much."