"Well, I haven"t got any now--wait until to-morrow."
"Then we want drinks."
"I"ll let Maggie bring you drink."
"Want my dolly," murmured Toddie.
I found the knotted towels, took the dirty things up gingerly and threw them upon the bed.
"Now want to shee wheels go wound," said Toddie.
I hurried out of the room and slammed the door. I looked at my watch--it was half-past eight; I had spent an hour and a half with those dreadful children. They WERE funny to be sure--I found myself laughing in spite of my indignation. Still, if they were to monopolize my time as they had already done, when was I to do my reading? Taking Fiske"s "Cosmic Philosophy" from my trunk I descended to the back parlor, lit a cigar and a student-lamp, and began to read. I had not fairly commenced when I heard a patter of small feet, and saw my elder nephew before me. There was sorrowful protestation in every line of his countenance, as he exclaimed:--
"You didn"t say "Good-by" nor "G.o.d bless you" nor anything."
"Oh--good-by."
"Good-by."
"G.o.d bless you."
"G.o.d bless you."
Budge seemed waiting for something else. At last he said:--
"Papa says, "G.o.d bless everybody.""
"Well, G.o.d bless everybody."
"G.o.d bless everybody," responded Budge, and turned silently and went up-stairs.
"Bless your tormenting honest little heart," I said to myself; "if men trusted G.o.d as you do your papa, how little business there"d be for preachers to do."
The night was a perfect one. The pure fresh air, the perfume of the flowers, the music of the insect choir in the trees and shrubbery--the very season itself seemed to forbid my reading philosophy, so I laid Fiske aside, delighted myself with a few rare bits from Paul Hayne"s new volume of poems, read a few chapters of "One Summer," and finally sauntered off to bed. My nephews were slumbering sweetly; it seemed impossible that the pure, exquisite, angelic faces before me belonged to my tormentors of a few hours before. As I lay on my couch I could see the dark shadow and rugged crest of the mountain; above it, the silver stars against the blue, and below it the rival lights of the fireflies against the dark background formed by the mountain itself. No rumbling of wheels tormented me, nor any of the thousand noises that fill city air with the spirit of unrest, and I fell into a wonder almost indignant that sensible, comfortable, loving beings could live in horrible New York, while such delightful rural homes were so near at hand. Then Alice Mayton came into my mind, and then a customer; later, stars and trademarks, and bouquets, and dirty nephews, and fireflies and bad accounts, and railway tickets, and candy and Herbert Spencer, mixed themselves confusingly in my mind. Then a vision of a proud angel, in the most fashionable attire and a modern carriage, came and banished them all by its perfect radiance, and I was sinking in the most blissful unconsciousness--
"Ah--h--h--h--h--h--oo--oo--oo--oo--ee--ee--ee--"
"Sh--h--h!" I hissed.
The warning was heeded, and I soon relapsed into oblivion.
"Ah--h--h--h--oo--oo--ee--ee--ee--BE--ee."
"Toddie, do you want uncle to whip you?"
"No."
"Then lie still."
"Well, Ize lost my dolly, an" I tant find her anywhere."
"Well, I"ll find her for you in the morning."
"Oo--oo--ee--I wants my dolly."
"Well, I tell you I"ll find her for you in the morning."
"I want her NOW--oo--oo--"
"You can"t have her now, so you can go to sleep."
"Oh--oo--oo--oo--ee--"
Springing madly to my feet, I started for the offender"s room. I encountered a door ajar by the way, my forehead being first to discover it. I ground my teeth, lit a candle, and said something--no matter what.
"Oh, you said a bad swear!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Toddie. "You won"t go to heaven when you die."
"Neither will you, if you howl like a little demon all night. Are you going to be quiet, now?"
"Yesh, but I wants my dolly."
"_I_ don"t know where your dolly is--do you suppose I"m going to search this entire house for that confounded dolly?"
""TAIN"T "founded. I wants my dolly."
"I don"t know where it is; you don"t think I stole your dolly, do you?"
"Well, I wants it, in de bed wif me."
"Charles," said I, "when you arise in morning, I hope your doll will be found. At present, however, you must be resigned and go to sleep. I"ll cover you up nicely;" here I began to rearrange the bed-clothing, when the fateful dolly, source of all my woes, tumbled out of them. Toddie clutched it, his whole face lighting up with affectionate delight, and he screamed:--
"Oh, dare is my dee dolly: tum to your own papa, dolly, an" I"ll love you."
And that ridiculous child was so completely satisfied by his outlay of affection that my own indignation gave place to genuine artistic pleasure. One CAN tire of even beautiful pictures, though, when he is not fully awake, and is holding a candle in a draught of air; so I covered my nephews and returned to my own room, where I mused upon the contradictoriness of childhood until I fell asleep.
In the morning I was awakened very early by the light streaming in the window, the blinds of which I had left open the night before. The air was alive with bird-songs, and the eastern sky was flushing with tints which no painter"s canvas ever caught. But ante-sunrise skies and songs are not fit subjects for the continued contemplation of men who read until midnight; so I hastily closed the blinds, drew the shade, dropped the curtains and lay down again, dreamily thanking heaven that I was to fall asleep to such exquisite music. I am sure that I mentally forgave all my enemies as I dropped off into a most delicious doze, but the sudden realization that a light hand was pa.s.sing over my cheek roused me to savage anger in an instant. I sprang up, and saw Budge shrink timidly away from my bedside.
"I was only a-lovin" you, cos you was good, and brought us candy. Papa lets us love him whenever we want to--every morning he does."
"As early as this?" demanded I.
"Yes, just as soon as we can see, if we want to."
Poor Tom! I never COULD comprehend why with a good wife, a comfortable income, and a clear conscience, he need always look thin and worn--worse than he ever did in Virginia woods or Louisiana swamps. But now I knew all. And yet, what could one do? That child"s eyes and voice, and his expression, which exceeded in sweetness that of any of the angels I had ever imagined,--that child could coax a man to do more self-forgetting deeds than the shortening of his precious sleeping-hours amounted to. In fact, he was fast divesting me of my rightful sleepiness, so I kissed him and said:--
"Run to bed, now, dear old fellow, and let uncle go to sleep again.
After breakfast, I"ll make you a whistle."