Grandpa sat next to the high-chair. "Cheer up, little man: it will be found."
And mother said, "Never mind, pet; it can"t be really _lost_!"
Stevie"s thumb hurt him, and he felt so miserable that he couldn"t bear his trouble "all alone by himself" any longer, so he sobbed out, ""Tisn"t lost! it is in the fountain! Wanted it all by myself!"
Mother took him on her lap till she had made out what had happened. Then she tied up the poor cut thumb while grandpa went down to the fountain and fished up the knife and fork. Stevie ate his dinner with a spoon, for grandpa said he thought the knife and fork had better go away till the poor thumb was well. The pretty case was quite, _quite_ spoiled. But Stevie got his knife and fork back; and we noticed that we didn"t have to say, "Don"t touch, Stevie!" nearly so often to him, and that he was not nearly so eager to have things "all alone."
THE WREN"S GIFT.
A little maid was sitting Upon the wild-brook"s edge.
A little Wren came flitting, And chirrupped from the hedge.
Close up to her he hopped, With eyes both bright and merry, And in her lap he dropped A golden shining berry.
"Eat it never fearing,"
Said the little Wren, "It will give you hearing Seldom given to men."
It made her tongue to tingle When she bit it through, And straightway all the dingle Seemed full of words she knew.
She understood the words The wild brook sang in straying, And what the woodland birds Among themselves were saying.
But sweeter than all singing Of brook or birds above, She heard the bluebells ringing The chimes the fairies love.
VERA"S CHRISTMAS GIFT.
It was Christmas Day, and very, very hot; for Christmas in South Africa comes at mid-summer, whilst the winter, or rainy season, occurs there in July and August, which certainly seems a strange arrangement to our ideas. However, whatever the temperature may be, Christmas is ever kept by all English people as nearly as possible in the same way as they were wont to keep it "at Home," for it is thus that all colonists lovingly speak of the land of their birth.
So, though little Vera Everest lived on an African farm, she knew all about Christmas, and did not forget to hang up both her fat, white socks, to find them well filled with presents on Christmas morning; and there were roast turkey and plum-pudding for dinner, just as you had last year.
She was not old enough to ride to the distant village church with her parents, but she amused herself during their absence with singing all the Christmas carols she knew to Sixpence, her Zulu nurse; and by and by she heard the tramp of the horse"s feet, and ran to the door.
Instead of the cheerful greeting she expected, Mother hardly noticed her little girl. She held an open letter in her hand, and was crying--yes, crying on Christmas Day!
Mrs. Everest was indeed in sad grief; the mail had just come in, and she had a letter to say that her mother was seriously ill, and longing to see her. A few months ago there would have been no difficulty about the journey; but the Everests had lost a great deal of money lately, and an expensive journey was now quite out of the question, and yet it cut her to the heart not to be able to go to her mother when she was ill, and perhaps dying.
Vera was too young to be told all this, but she was not too young to see that Mother was in trouble.
"I do believe Santa Claus forgot Mammy"s stocking," she said to herself: "she has not had a present to-day, and that"s why she"s crying."
So Vera turned the matter over in her mind, and came to the conclusion that _she_ must give Mother a present, as Santa Claus had so shamefully neglected her.
She went to her treasure-box--a tin biscuit-case in which she kept the pretty stones and crystals which she picked up in her walks, and, after thinking a little, she chose a bright, irregular-shaped stone, and, clasping her hands tightly behind her, she went on to the veranda.
Mother was lying back in a cane chair and gazing with sad eyes over the sea.
"I"ve brought you a Christmas present, Mother," said Vera. "Don"t cry any more, but guess what it is."
Mrs. Everest turned round and smiled lovingly at her child. Certainly little Vera made a pleasant picture for a mother"s eyes to dwell upon as she stood there roguishly smiling in her cool white frock and blue sash, and a coral necklace on her fat neck, whilst her golden hair shone like a halo round her head.
"Guess, Mother dear," repeated Vera; then, unable to wait, she jumped on Mrs. Everest"s lap, and, opening her little pink hands, she displayed the stone. "It"s your Christmas present!" she declared.
Mrs. Everest kissed the child, but did not, so thought Vera, take enough notice of her handsome gift.
"It shines, doesn"t it, Father?" she said, holding it up for Mr.
Everest"s inspection as he pa.s.sed along the veranda.
Mr. Everest stopped, took the stone in his hand, then, turning deadly pale, he walked quickly into the house without saying a word. Vera felt the world was somewhat disappointing to-day; but in a minute or two her father reappeared, and hastily encircling both wife and child with his arm, he said gayly, "There, Sophy! kiss your little daughter, and congratulate her. She has made your fortune, and you can leave for home to-morrow, and engage a state cabin if you like."
"O Henry! what do you mean?" said the bewildered Mrs. Everest.
"Just what I say!" he declared. "Vera"s gift to you is a diamond; and if I know anything, it will sell in Capetown for a good round sum. So don"t fret any more, little woman, but pack up your traps and take your clever daughter with you, and we will start for Capetown to-night, so as to catch the first steamer for home."
Vera could not now think that her present was not enough appreciated, for Father would not let it out of his hand until he got to the jeweller"s at Capetown, and had sold it for a large sum of money.
Vera and her mother sailed the very next day, and Grandma got better from the hour of their arrival. As for Mother, she was now always smiling; for with Grandma well, and no debts to worry her, she felt so happy that she seemed hardly to know how to be grateful enough.
Certainly there could not have been a more opportune present than Vera"s Christmas Gift.
TOMMY TORMENT.
We all called him in private "Tommy Torment;" but his mother called him "My precious darling," and "My sweet, good boy," and spoiled him in a truly dreadful way. Anyhow, he was not a nice boy, and we never saw more of him than we could help.
He did not go to school even, for this seven-year-old boy was thought too delicate, and was taught at home by a governess with sandy curls, who brought books in a needlework bag that we all used to laugh at--I am sure I don"t know why; but her teaching could not have amounted to much, for I went into the schoolroom one day, and found Tommy riding defiantly on the rocking-horse, while poor Miss Feechim stood by him with an A B C in one hand and a long pointer in the other, with which she showed him the letters. When he said them correctly, Miss Feechim gave him a sugar-plum out of the bag on her arm, but when he refused to look at them, which he did as often as not, she only said, "Oh, Tommy!" and shook her curls, and never attempted to make him mind her; and then he laughed and called her names, and rocked his horse so violently up and down that his poor mother came rushing up-stairs white with anxiety to know what was the matter.
You can imagine after this we were not overjoyed when we heard from Mother that Lady Mary was so ill her mother had taken possession of her, and that we were to have the pleasure of Tommy Torment"s company at the seaside. Mother said she was very sorry, but she could not help it. The doctor said Lady Mary must have complete rest, and no worries; and Lady Mary had said she could not trust her precious treasure to any one else but Mother. So, when we set off on our annual holiday, Tommy was stuck into a corner of the omnibus.
Well, at first, and under Mother"s eye, we really did think we had been rather hard on Tommy Torment, he seemed so like other boys; but presently, when the novelty had worn off, and he had become tired of being good, the real Tommy appeared, and for at least a week we had really what Nurse calls a "regular time of it." There was not a trick he did not know; and the worst of it was that our boys became tricky too, and we really did not know how to bear the rough usage we all received, for we never had a moment"s pleasure or peace of our lives; and what with sand in our hair, wet star-fish down our backs, and seeing our dolls shipwrecked in their best clothes off the steepest possible rocks, we never felt secure for a moment, and we actually began to wish ourselves back in the city, when Nurse fortunately rose to the occasion, and, taking the law into her own hands, escorted the whole party up to Mother, which brought matters to a climax; for our boys were so ashamed of their cruelty and ungentlemanly behavior when Mother explained to them what their tricks really meant, that they became their own true selves, and we had the first good play together of the season the next morning on the sh.o.r.e, though Tommy did his best to bother us, and to draw off the boys again by promising to show them quite a new way of managing a shipwreck.
But the boys would not join Tommy, and so he went off alone, and we saw him five minutes after with Yellowboy, the sandy kitten, tied to the mast of his ship, doing his very best to drown the poor little thing, pretending he was rescuing it from the perils of the ocean.
I could fill pages were I to go on telling you only of Tommy"s tricks; but as that cannot be, I am just going to let you know how we cured him.
We simply let him alone. Mother only scolded him, or rather talked to him, once, and that seemed to have no effect on him at all, though Mother"s "talkings" usually soften the hardest heart; so finally we all agreed to go our own ways just as if he were not there, Nurse promising to put all our toys and pets out of his reach, and to see that he came to no real harm.
He actually bore a whole week of it before he repented. We used to watch him from the corners of our eyes moping all by himself, and looking at the toes of his boots, or at his ship, which he really could not sail without our help, and felt so sorry for him. We longed to break our resolution; but Mother and Nurse helped us to keep firm, and one Monday morning Tommy came up to me and said, "Why won"t you play with me, Hilda?"
"Because you are cruel and ungentlemanly," I said seriously, "and because you are selfish. We tried our best to be pleasant to you, though we never wanted you here, and in return you made the boys horrid to us, and never allowed us five minutes" peace. You spoiled a whole week of our precious holidays, and we can"t afford to waste any more time over you. We can do without you perfectly well, and so please go away."
"But I am truly sorry, Hilda," he said, looking down. "I"ve been "flecting" (he meant reflecting). "I"d much rather be agreeable and nice, and I won"t be selfish if you"d not look away from me and forget me any more. If I"d your mother I"d be good perhaps, but I really think my mother doesn"t understand boys." And he sighed deeply, and put his hands into his knickerbocker pockets.