Beneath a broad and equal blowing wind, Smelt of the coming summer, as one large cloud Drew downward; but all else of heaven was pure Up to the sun, and May from verge to verge, And May with me from head to heel.
To left and right The cuckoo told his name to all the hills, The mellow ouzel fluted in the elm, The redcap whistled, and the nightingale Sung loud, as though he were the bird of day."--Tennyson.
"Aunt Milly, I can breathe now. Oh, how beautiful!" and Polly clapped her hands with girlish glee, as the train slowly steamed into Tebay Junction, the gray old station lying snugly among the green Westmorland hills.
"Oh, my dear, hush! who is that tall youth taking off his hat to us? not Roy, surely, it must be Richard. Think of not knowing my own nephews!"
and Mildred looked distressed and puzzled.
"Now, Aunt Milly, don"t put yourself out; if this stupid door would only open, I would get out and ask him myself. Oh, thank you," as the youth in question hurried forward to perform that necessary service, looking at her, at the same time, rather curiously. "If you please, Aunt Milly wants to know if you are Roy or Richard."
"Roy," was the prompt answer. "What, are you Polly, and is that Aunt Milly behind you? For shame, Aunt Milly, not to know me when I took my hat off to you at least three minutes ago;" but Roy had the grace to blush a little over this audacious statement as he helped Mildred out, and returned her warm grasp of the hand.
"My dear boy, how could you have known us, and Polly, a perfect stranger, too?"
Roy burst into a ringing laugh.
"Why you see, Aunt Milly, one never loses by a little extra attention; it always pays in the long run. I just took off my hat at random as the train came in sight, and there, as it happened, was Polly"s face glued against the window. So I was right, and you were gratified!"
"Now I am sure it is Roy."
"Roy, Rex, or Sauce Royal, as they called me at Sedbergh. Well, Miss Polly," with another curious look, "we are _bona fide_ adopted cousins, as Dr. John says, so we may as well shake hands."
"Humph," was Polly"s sole answer, as she gave her hand with the air of a small d.u.c.h.ess, over which Roy grimaced slightly; and then with a cordial inflection of voice, as he turned to Mildred--
"Welcome to Westmorland, Aunt Milly--both of you, I mean; and I hope you will like us, as much as we shall like you."
"Thank you, my boy; and to think I mistook you for Richard! How tall you have grown, Royal."
"Ah, I was a bit of a lad when you were down here last. I am afraid I should not have recognised you, Aunt Milly, but for Polly. Well, what is it? you look disturbed; there is a vision of lost boxes in your eyes; there, I knew I was right; don"t be afraid, we are known here, and Barton will look after all your belongings."
"But how long are we to remain? Polly is tired, poor child, and so am I."
"You should have come by York, as Richard told you; always follow Richard"s advice, and you will never do wrong, so he thinks; now you have two hours to wait, and yourself to thank, and only my pleasing conversation to while away the time."
"You hard-hearted boy; can"t you see Aunt Milly is ready to drop?" broke in Polly, indignantly; "how were we to know you lived so near the North Pole? My guardian ought to have met us," continued the little lady, with dignity; "he would have known what to have done for Aunt Milly."
Roy stared, and then burst into his ready, good-humoured laugh.
"Whew! what a little termagant! Of course you are tired--women always are; take my arm, Aunt Milly; lean on me; now we will go and have some tea; let us know when the train starts, Barton, and look us out a comfortable compartment;" and, so saying, Roy hurried his charges away; Mildred"s tired eyes resting admiringly on the long range of low, gray buildings, picturesque, and strangely quiet, backed by the vivid green of the great circling hills, which, to the eyes of southerners, invested Tebay Junction with unusual interest.
The refreshment-room was empty; there was a pleasant jingling of cups and spoons behind the bar; in a twinkling the spotless white table-cloth was covered with home-made bread, b.u.t.ter, and ham, and even Polly"s brow cleared like magic as she sipped her hot tea, and brought her healthy girlish appet.i.te to bear on the tempting Westmorland cakes.
"There, Dr. John or d.i.c.k himself couldn"t be a better squire of dames,"
observed Roy, complacently. "Aunt Milly, when you have left off admiring me, just close your eyes to your surroundings a little while--it will do you no end of good."
Roy was rattling on almost boisterously, Mildred thought; but she was right in attributing much of it to nervousness. Roy"s light-heartedness was a.s.sumed for the time; in reality, his sensitive nature was deeply touched by this meeting with his aunt; his four-months"-old trouble was still too recent to bear the least allusion. Betha"s children were not likely to forget her, and Roy, warmly as he welcomed his father"s sister, could not fail to remember whose place it was she would try so inadequately to fill. Jokes never came amiss to Roy, and he had the usual boyish dislike to show his feelings; but he was none the less sore at heart, and the quick impatient sigh that was now and then jerked out in the brief pauses of conversation spoke volumes to Mildred.
"You are so like your mother," she said, softly; but the boy"s lip quivered, and he turned so pale, that Mildred did not venture to say more; she only looked at him with the sort of yearning pride that women feel in those who are their own flesh and blood.
"He is not a bit like Arnold, he is Betha"s boy," she thought to herself; "her "long laddie," as she used to call him. I dare say he is weak and impulsive. Those sort of faces generally tell their own story pretty correctly;" and the thought crossed her, that perhaps one of Dad Fabian"s womanish angels might have had the fair hair, long pale face, and sleepy blue eyes, which were Roy"s chief characteristics, and which were striking enough in their way.
Polly, who had soon got over her brief animosity, was now chattering to him freely enough.
"I think you will do, for a country boy," she observed, patronisingly; "people who live among the mountains are generally free and easy, and not as polished as those who live in cities," continued Polly, uttering this sententious plagiarism as innocently as though it were the product of her own wisdom.
"Such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors, is accounted plagiary; see Milton," said the boy, fresh from Sedbergh, with a portentous frown, a.s.sumed for the occasion.
"Name your reference. I repel such vile insinuations, Miss Polly, as I am a Westmorland boy."
"I learnt that in my dictation," returned Polly, vexed, but too candid for reticence; "but Dad Fabian used to say the same thing; please don"t stroke Veteran Rag the wrong way, he does not like it."
"Poor old Veteran, he has won some scars, I see. I am afraid you are a character, Polly. Rag and Tatters, and copybook wisdom, well-thumbed and learnt, and then retailed as the original article. I wish Dr. John could hear you; he would put you through your paces."
"Who is Dr. John?" asked Polly, coming down a little from her stilts, and evidently relenting in favour of Roy"s handsome face.
"Oh, Dr. John is Dr. John, unless you choose to do as the world does, and call him Dr. Heriot; he is Dr. John to us; after all, what"s in a name?"
"I like my guardian to be called Dr. Heriot best; the other sounds disrespectful and silly."
"We did not know your opinion before, you see," returned Roy, with a slight drawl, and almost closing his eyes; "if you could have telegraphed your wish to us three or four years ago it might have been different; but with the strict conservative feeling prevalent at the vicarage, I am afraid Dr. John it will remain, unless," meditating deeply; "but no, he might not like it."
"What?"
"Well, we might make it Dr. Jack, you know."
"After all, boys are nothing but plagues," returned Polly, scornfully.
""Playa, plagua, plague, _et cetera, et cetera_, that which smites or wounds; any afflictive evil or calamity; a great trial or vexation; also an acute malignant febrile disease, that often prevails in Egypt, Syria, and Turkey, and that has at times prevailed in the large cities of Europe, with frightful mortality; hence any pestilence." Have you swallowed Webster"s _Dictionary_, Polly?"
"My dears, I hope you do not mean to quarrel already?"
"We are only sounding the depths of each other"s wisdom. Polly is awfully shallow, Aunt Milly; the sort of person, you know, who utilises all the sc.r.a.ps. Wait till she sits at the feet of Gamaliel--Dr. John, I mean; he is the one for finding out "all is not gold that glitters.""
Mildred smiled. "Let them fight it out," she thought; "no one can resist long the charm of Polly"s perfect honesty, and her pride is a little too thin-skinned for daily comfort; good-natured raillery will be a wholesome tonic. What a clever boy he is! only seventeen, too," and she shook her head indulgently at Roy.
"Kirkby Stephen train starts, sir; all the luggage in; this way for the ladies."
"Quick-march; down with you, Tatters; lie there, good dog. Don"t let the gra.s.s grow under your feet, Aunt Milly; there"s a providential escape for two tired and dusty Londoners. Next compartment, Andrews," as the red-coated guard bore down on their carriage. "There, Aunt Milly," with an exquisite consideration that would have become Dr. John himself, "I have deferred an introduction to the squire himself."
"My dear Roy, how thoughtful of you. I am in no mood for introductions, certainly," returned Mildred, gratefully.
"Women never are unless they have on their best bonnets; and, to tell you the truth," continued the incorrigible Roy, "Mr. Trelawny is the sort of man for whom one always furbishes up one"s company manners. As Dr. John says, there is nothing slip-shod, or in _deshabille_, in him.
Everything about him is so terribly perfect."
"Roy, Roy, what a quiz you are!"
"Hush, there they come; the Lady of the Towers herself, Ethel the Magnificent; the weaver of yards of flimsy verse, patched with rags and shreds of wisdom, after Polly"s fashion. Did you catch a glimpse of our notabilities, Aunt Milly?"