""Oh, thanks for diamonds and thanks for jet, But here is something daintier yet.
A feather necklace round and round, That I would not sell for a thousand pound."
""Oh, birdie, birdie, won"t you, pet?
I"ll buy you a dish of silver fret; A golden cup and an ivory seat, And carpets soft beneath your feet."
""Can running water be drunk from gold?
Can a silver dish the forest hold?
A rocking twig is the finest chair, And the softest paths lie through the air.
Farewell, farewell to my lady fair!""
By the time the song was finished, Benny was sleeping quietly, and the nurse thanked Hildegarde for "getting him off so cleverly. He needed a nap," she said; "and if he thinks we want him to go to sleep, he sets all his little strength against it. He"s getting better, the lamb!"
"What has been the matter?" asked Hildegarde.
"Pneumonia," was the reply. "He has come out of it very well, but I dread the day when he must go home to a busy, careless mother and a draughty cottage. He ought to have a couple of weeks in the country."
At this moment the head nurse--a tall, slender woman with a beautiful face--came from an inner room, the door of which had been standing ajar.
She held out her hand to Hildegarde, and the girl saw that her eyes were full of tears. "Thank you," she said, "for the song. Another little bird has just flown away from earth, and he went smiling, when he heard you sing. Have you any sweet little flowers, pink and white?"
The quick tears sprang to Hilda"s eyes. She could not speak for a moment, but she lifted some lovely sprays of blush rosebuds, which the nurse took with a smile and a look of thanks. The girl"s eyes followed her; and before the door closed she caught a glimpse of a little still form, and a cloud of fair curls, and a tiny waxen hand. Hildegarde buried her face in her hands and sobbed; while Benny"s gentle nurse smoothed her hair, and spoke softly and soothingly. This was what she had called a "frolic,"--this! She had laughed, and come away as if to some gay party, and now a little child had died almost close beside her.
Hildegarde had never been so near death before. The world seemed very dark to her, as she turned away, and followed Mrs. Murray into another room, where the convalescent children were at play. Here, as she took the remaining flowers from the box, little boys and girls came crowding about her, some on crutches, some with slings and bandages, some only pale and hollow-eyed; but all had a look of "getting well," and all were eager for the flowers. The easiest thing seemed to be to sit down on the floor; so down plumped Hildegarde, and down plumped the children beside her. Looking into the little pallid faces, her heart grew lighter, though even this was sad enough. But she smiled, and pelted the children with bouquets; and then followed much feeble laughter, and clutching, and tumbling about, while the good matron looked on well pleased.
"What"s them?" asked one tiny boy, holding up his bunch.
"Those are pansies!" answered Hildegarde. "There are little faces in them, do you see? They smile when the sun shines, and when children are good."
"Nein," said a small voice from the outside of the circle, "dat iss Stiefmutterlein!"
"Du Blumlein fein!" cried Hildegarde. "Yes, to be sure. Come here, little German boy, and we will tell the others about the pretty German name."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "SO DOWN PLUMPED HILDEGARDE."]
A roly-poly lad of six, with flaxen hair and bright blue eyes, came forward shyly, and after some persuasion was induced to sit down in Hildegarde"s lap. "See now!" she said to the others; "this pansy has a different name in Germany, where this boy--"
"Namens Fritzerl!" murmured the urchin, nestling closer to the wonderful Fraulein who knew German.
"Where Fritzerl came from. There they call it "Stiefmutterlein," which means "little stepmother." Shall I tell you why? See! In front here are three petals just alike, with the same colors and the same marking.
These are the stepmother and her own two daughters; and here, behind, are the two step-daughters, standing in the background, but keeping close together like loving sisters. I hope the little stepmother is kind to them, don"t you?"
"I"ve got one!" piped up a little girl with a crutch. "She"s real good, she is. Only she washes my face "most all day long, "cause she"s "feared she won"t do her duty by me. She brought me red jelly yesterday, and a noil-cloth bib, so"s I wouldn"t spill it on my dress. My dress "s new!"
she added, edging up to Hildegarde, and holding up a red merino skirt with orange spots.
"I see it is," said Hilda, admiringly; "and so bright and warm, isn"t it?"
"I"ve got a grandma to home!" cried another shrill voice. "She makes splendid mittens! She makes cookies too."
"My Uncle Jim"s got a wooden leg!" chimed in another. "He got it falling off a mast. He kin drive tacks with it, he kin. When I"m big I"m going to fall off a mast and git a wooden leg. You kin make lots o" noise with it."
"My grandma"s got a wig!" said the former speaker, in triumph. "I pulled it off one day. She was just like an aig on top. Are you like an aig on top?"
Here followed a gentle pull at one of Hildegarde"s smooth braids, and she sprang up, feeling quite sure that her hair would stay on, but not caring to have it tumbling on her shoulders. "I think it is nearly time for me to go now," she was beginning, when she heard a tiny sob, and looking down, saw a very small creature looking up at her with round blue eyes full of tears. "Why, darling, what is the matter?" she asked, stooping, and lifting the baby in her strong young arms.
"I--wanted--" Here came another sob.
"What did you want? Come, we"ll sit here by the window, and you shall tell me all about it."
"Ze uzzers told you sings, and--I--wanted--to tell you sings--too!"
"Well, pet!" said Hildegarde, drying the tears, and kissing the round velvet cheek, "tell me then!"
"Ain"t got no--sings--to tell!" And another outburst threatened; but Hilda intervened hastily.
"Oh, yes, I am sure you have things to tell, lots of things; only you couldn"t think of them for a minute. What did you have for breakfast this morning?"
Baby looked doubtful. "Dat ain"t a sing!"
"Yes, it is," said Hildegarde, boldly. "Come, now! I had a mutton chop.
What did you have?"
"Beef tea," was the reply, with a brightening look of retrospective cheer, "and toasty strips!"
"_Oh_, how good!" cried Hilda. "I wish I had some. And what are you going to have for dinner?"
"Woast tsicken!" and here at last came a smile, which broadened into a laugh and ended in a chuckle, as Hilda performed a pantomime expressing rapture.
"I never heard of anything so good!" she cried. "And what are you going to eat it with,--two little sticks?"
"No-o!" cried Baby, with a disdainful laugh. "Wiz a worky, a weal worky."
"A walk!" said Hildegarde, puzzled.
"Es!" said Baby, proudly. "A atta worky, dess like people"s!"
"Please, he means fork!" said a little girl, sidling up with a finger in her mouth. "Please, he"s my brother, and we"ve both had tripod fever; and we"re going home to-morrow."
"And the young lady must go home now," said Mrs. Murray, laying a kind hand on the little one"s shoulder. "The man has come for you, Miss Grahame, and I don"t know how to thank you enough for all the pleasure you have given these dear children."
"Oh, no!" cried Hildegarde. "Please don"t! It is I who must thank you and the children and all. I wish Rose--I wish my friend had come. She would have known; she would have said just the right thing to each one.
Next time I shall bring her."
But "Nein! Mussen selbst kommen!" cried Fritzerl; and "You come, Lady!"
shouted all the others. And as Hildegarde pa.s.sed back through the long room where the sick children lay, Benny woke from his nap, and shouted, "Sing-girl! _my_ sing-girl! come back soon!"
So, half laughing and half crying, Hildegarde pa.s.sed out, her heart very full of painful pleasure.