"Silly child!"
"Rex was in quite a temper when Polly said she hoped hers would never grow again. You have spoiled such a capital piece of revenge, Aunt Milly; I have almost a mind to do it myself." But Chriss"s mischief-loving nature--always a dangerous one--was quelled for the moment by the look of quiet contempt with which Mildred took the scissors from her hand.
"I did not expect to find you such a baby at thirteen, Chriss."
Chriss blazed up in a moment, with a great deal of spluttering and incoherence. "Baby! I a baby! No one shall call me that again!" tossing her head and elevating her chin in childlike disdain.
"Quite right; I am glad you have formed such a wise determination, it would have been babyish, Chriss," wilfully misunderstanding her. "None but very wicked and spiteful babies would ever scheme to put another in a rage. Do you know," continued Mildred cheerfully, as she took up her work, apparently regardless that Chrissy was eyeing her with the same withering wrath, "I always had a notion that Cain must have tried to put Abel in a pa.s.sion, and failed, before he killed him!"
Chrissy recoiled a little.
"Perhaps he wanted him to fight, as men and boys do now, you know, only Abel"s exceeding gentleness could not degenerate into such strife. To me there is something diabolical in the idea of trying to make any one angry. Certainly the weapons with which we do it are forged for us, red-hot, and put into our hands by the evil one himself."
"Aunt Milly!" Chrissy"s head was quiescent now, and her chin in its normal position: the transition from anger to solemnity bewildered her.
Mildred went on in the same quiet tone.
"You cannot love Cardie very much, when you are trying to make him angry, can you, Chrissy?"
"No--o--at least, I suppose not," stammered Chriss, who had no want of truth among her other faults.
"Well, what is the opposite of loving?"
"Hating. Oh, Aunt Milly, you can"t think so badly of me as that! I don"t hate Cardie."
"G.o.d forbid, my child! You know what the Bible says--"He who hateth his brother is a murderer." But, Chrissy, does it ever strike you that Cain could not always have been quite bad? He had a childhood too."
"I never thought of him but as quite grown up," returned Chriss, with a touch of stubbornness, arising from an uneasy and awakened conscience.
"How fond you are of Cain, Aunt Milly."
"He is my example, my warning beacon, you see. He was the first-begotten of Envy, that eldest-born of h.e.l.l--a terrible incarnation of unresisted human pa.s.sion. Had he first learned to restrain the beginnings of evil, it would not have overwhelmed him so completely. Possibly in their young, hard-working life he would have loved to be able to make Abel angry."
"Aunt Milly!" Chrissy was shedding a few indignant tears now.
"Well, my dear?"
"It is too bad. You have no right to compare me with Cain," sobbing vengefully.
"Did I do so? Nay, Chriss, I think you are mistaken."
"First to be called a baby, and then a murderer!"
"Hush! hush!"
"I know I am wicked to try and make them angry, but they tease me so; they call me Contradiction, and the Barker, and Pugilist Pug, and lots of horrid names, and it was only like playing at war to get one"s revenge."
"Choose some fairer play, my little Chriss."
"It is such miserable work trying to be proper and good; I don"t think I"ve got the face for it either," went on Chriss, a subtle spirit of fun drying up her tears again, as she examined her features curiously in Mildred"s gla.s.s. "I don"t look as though I could be made good, do I, Aunt Milly"--frowning fiercely at herself--"not like a young Christian?"
"More like a long-haired kitten," returned Mildred, quaintly.
The epithet charmed Chriss into instant good-humour; for a moment she looked half inclined to hug Mildred, but the effort was too great for her shyness, so she contented herself with a look of appreciation. "You can say funny things then--how nice! I thought you were so dreadfully solemn--worse than Cardie. Cardie could not say a funny thing to save his life, except when he is angry, and then, oh! he is droll," finished incorrigible Chriss, as she followed her aunt downstairs, skipping three steps at a time.
Richard met them in the hall, and eyed the pseudo-invalid a little dubiously.
"So you are better, eh, Chriss? That"s right. I thought there was not much that ailed you after all," in a tone rather amiable than unfeeling.
"Not much to you, you mean. Perhaps you don"t mind having a log in your head," began Chrissy, indignantly, but seeing visionary Cains in her aunt"s glance, she checked herself. "If I am better it is all thanks to Aunt Milly"s nursing, but she spoilt everything at the last."
"Why?" asked Richard, curiously, detecting a lurking smile at the corner of Mildred"s mouth.
"Why, I had concocted a nice little plan for riling you--putting you in a towering pa.s.sion, you know--by coming down looking like a singed pony, or like Polly, in fact; but she would not let me, took the scissors away, like the good aunt in a story-book."
"What nonsense is she talking, Aunt Milly? She looks very nice, though quite different to Chrissy somehow."
"We have only shorn a little of the superabundant fleece," returned Mildred, wondering why she felt so anxious for Richard"s approval, and laughing at herself for being so.
"But I wanted it to be clipped just so, half an inch long, like
Jemmy Stokes, and offered to fetch Nan"s best pudding-basin for the purpose; but Aunt Milly would not hear of it. She said such dreadful things, Cardie!" And as Richard looked at her, with puzzled benevolence in his eyes, she raised herself on tiptoe and whispered into his ear, "She said--at least she almost implied, but it is all the same, Cardie--that if I did I should go on from bad to worse, and should probably end by murdering you, as Cain did Abel."
The following day was Sunday, and Mildred, who for her own reasons had not yet actively a.s.sumed the reins of government, had full leisure and opportunity for studying the family ways at the vicarage. In one sense it was certainly not a day of rest, for, with the exception of Roy and Chrissy, the young people seemed more fully engrossed than on any other day.
Richard and Olive were both at the early service, and Mildred, who, as usual, waited for her brother in the porch, was distressed to find Olive still with her hat on, s.n.a.t.c.hing a few mouthfuls of food at the breakfast-table while she sorted a packet of reward cards.
"My dear Olive, this is very wrong; you must sit down and make a proper meal before going to the Sunday School."
"Indeed I have not a moment," returned Olive, hurriedly, without looking up. "My cla.s.s will be waiting for me. I have to go down to old Mrs.
Stevens about her grandchildren. I had no time last night. Richard always makes the breakfast on Sunday morning."
"Yes," returned Richard, in his most repressive tone, as he poured out a cup of coffee and carried it round to Olive, and then cut her another piece of bread and b.u.t.ter. "I believe Livy would like to dispense with her meals altogether or take them standing. I tell her she is comfortless by nature. She would go without breakfast often if I did not make a fuss about it. There you must stay till you have eaten that." But Mildred noticed, though his voice was decidedly cross, he had cut the bread _a la tartine_ for his sister"s greater convenience.
Morning service was followed by the early dinner. Mr. Lambert, who was without a curate, the last having left him from ill-health, was obliged to accept such temporary a.s.sistance as he could procure from the neighbouring parishes. To-day Mr. Heath, of Brough, had volunteered his services, and accompanied the party back to the vicarage. Mildred, who had hoped to hear her brother preach, was somewhat disappointed. She thought Mr. Heath and his sermon very commonplace and uninteresting.
Ideas seemed wanting in both. The conversation during dinner turned wholly on parish matters, and the heinous misdemeanours of two or three ratepayers who had made a commotion at the last vestry meeting. The only sentence that seemed worthy of attention was at the close of the meal, just as the bell was ringing for the public catechising.
"Where is Heriot? I have not set eyes on him yet!"
Richard, who was just following Olive out of the room, paused with his hand on the door to answer.
"He has come back from Penrith. I met him by the Brewery after Church, coming over from Hartly. He promised if he had time to look in after service as usual."
Polly"s eyes sparkled, and she almost danced up to Richard, "Heriot! Is that my Dr. Heriot?" with a decided stress on the possessive p.r.o.noun.
"Oh, that"s Heriot"s ward, is it, Lambert? Humph, rather a queer affair, isn"t it, leaving that child to him? Heriot"s a comparatively young man, hardly five-and-thirty I should say," and Mr. Heath"s rosy face grew preternaturally solemn.
"Polly is our charge now," returned Mr. Lambert, with one of his kind, sad smiles, stretching out a hand to the girl. "Mildred has promised to look after her; and she will be Olive"s and Chrissy"s companion. You are one of my little girls now, are you not, Polly?" Polly shook her head, her face had lengthened a little over Mr. Lambert"s words.
"I like you, of course, and I like to be here. Aunt Milly is so nice, and so is Roy; but I can only belong to my guardian."