"Well," said Hollyhock haltingly, "I--somehow--it seems hard on Mrs Macintyre, doesn"t it?"
"Not a bit of it, dear. Why, it"s the making of her school. She has got so many applications for girlies like yourself to go to Ardshiel that she soon will have to close her lists. Now that you have decided to go there, Hollyhock, it will bring the number of her pupils in the course of next week up to nearly seventy."
Hollyhock sat very cold and still.
"You don"t look pleased, my child, and yet you were so strong against a mixed school."
"Well, yes, I was, and I am still. For that matter, I hate all schools."
"But you faithfully promised me to go to Ardshiel, Hollyhock."
"Oh yes, I "ll keep my word. I expect I "m a bit of a dare-devil; there is something very wicked in me, Auntie Cecilia."
"I know there is, child. You need Divine guidance."
"I won"t be lectured," said Hollyhock, getting very cross all at once.
"Oh, auntie, those blue eyes!" and the excited, hysterical girl burst into tears.
"There must be something at the back of this, Hollyhock."
"Oh, nothing--nothing indeed."
"Well, I won"t press for your confidence, dear. Little girls and little boys should be friends and nothing more for long years to come; and although I at first quite hoped that Mrs Macintyre"s mixed school would be a great success, I now see that it is best for me to have my little corner in the Lord"s vineyard alone. But don"t for a moment imagine, Hollyhock, that you girls of Ardshiel and my boys of the Annex won"t be the best of friends, meeting constantly and enjoying life and fun together. Think of your Sat.u.r.day to Monday, Hollyhock! Think of my Precious Stones meeting you Flower Girls! Think of the old life being brought back again!"
"Yes, I suppose it is best," said Hollyhock, but she heaved a sigh as she spoke. Her sigh was mostly caused by the fact that she had given in. She, who had made such a grand and n.o.ble stand, was going to Ardshiel after all.
CHAPTER XI.
SOFT AND LOW.
But when Hollyhock went downstairs, dressed so charmingly and with a rich colour in her cheeks, with the sparkle of excitement in her eyes, and when she saw Jasper, Garnet, and the other boys, who all rushed toward her with a cry of delight, she began to enjoy herself once more.
Old Duncan was moving about the great hall and whistling gently to himself. "Soft and low, soft and low. It "s that that does it,"
whispered the old man. Then he broke out again in his cracked old tones, "And for bonnie Annie Laurie I wad lay me doun and dee!"
"Duncan, you might remember that we are in the room," said Hollyhock.
"To be sure, la.s.sies; and don"t ye like the sound o" the grand old tunes and words? Did ye never hear me sing "Roy"s Wife o"
Aldivalloch"?"
"No; and I don"t wish to," said Hollyhock.
"Well," said Duncan, who was never put out in his life, "here are the doggies, poor beasties, and I guess, Miss Hollyhock, you "ll be a sicht better for a little company. I "m reddin" up the place against the maister"s return. Ay, but we "ll hae a happy evenin". Old times come back again--"Should auld acquaintance be forgot""----
"Duncan, you are incorrigible!"
But Duncan deliberately winked at Jasper, then at Garnet, then at his beloved Miss Jasmine, and finally catching Delphy in his arms, trotted up and down the great hall with her on his shoulder, while the child shrieked with delight and called him dear, darling old Duncan.
At last, however, the hall was in order. The ingle-nook was a blaze of light and cosiness. The boys and girls were chattering as they had never chattered before; and Duncan, a.s.sisted by a boy of the name of Rob, who wore the Lennox livery, brought in ponderous trays, which were laid on great tables. These trays contained tea and coffee, scones to make your mouth water, b.u.t.ter arranged like swans swimming in parsley, and shortbread made by that famous cook, old Mrs Duncan, who was also the housekeeper at The Garden.
The trays were followed, alas! by the kitchen cat, Jean, who smelt the good things and walked in with her tail very erect, and a look on her face as much as to say, "I "m monarch of all I survey!"
"Out you go, Jean!" cried Hollyhock.
"No, Hollyhock, don"t be unkind to poor Jean," said Mrs Constable.
"You were very glad to have her when you were alone. And now listen, my dear; I have something to whisper to you."
Hollyhock dropped Jean, who was immediately s.n.a.t.c.hed up by Gentian.
Gentian provided the kitchen cat with a rich mixture of cream, milk, and sugar. She lapped it slowly and gracefully, as all cats will, in front of the ingle-nook, the two great dogs watching her with envious eyes, but not daring to interfere.
Mrs Constable, meanwhile, continued to whisper in a distant corner to Hollyhock, "My darling, I was the first to tell you the great news--I mean with regard to the boys" school, or, as we intend to call it, the Annex. No other child knows of it at present, and no other child knows that you are going to Ardshiel on Monday with your sisters. Now, what I propose is this. You must have a hearty tea and enjoy yourself as much as possible, and then you shall have the great honour of telling the news _first_ about yourself, and then about my boys and the little school, to the others. _Only_ Hollyhock shall tell. There, my pet, kiss me. See how I love you."
"Oh, you do, and you are a darling," said Hollyhock, who was keenly gratified by this distinction bestowed upon her.
The tea was disposed of with appet.i.te. Never, surely, was there such shortbread eaten before, never such scones partaken of.
Notwithstanding her private tea upstairs, Hollyhock was very hungry and happy, and the marked attentions which Jasper paid her gave her intense and unalloyed pleasure. Oh, what a pity he was leaving the school!
What a dear boy was this Precious Stone! She even forgot the boy with the blue eyes when she looked at Jasper"s honest, manly face. But the best of good teas come to an end.
Duncan came in with his soft whisper and gentle words in his cracked old voice, still singing softly, "Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?" Hollyhock gave him a haughty glance, but he did not observe it; and Jasper suddenly said, springing to his feet, "Hurrah, old Duncan! you are the man for me. Let"s all sing the jolly old song!"
"But, master," faltered Duncan, "I canna sing as once I sang."
Jasper said, "Nonsense; you forget yourself, Duncan. You lead off, and we "ll begin."
All the children stood up; all the young voices, the middle-aged voice of Mrs Constable, and the aged voice of Duncan brought out the beloved words:
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne?
"We twa hae paidl"d in the burn Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roar"d Sin" auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We"ll tak" a cup o" kindness yet For auld lang syne."
Just as the last words had echoed round the hall, who should enter but the father of the Flower Girls. There was a sudden cry of rapture.
Jasmine"s arms were round his neck; Delphy mounted to her accustomed place on his shoulder. He was their own, their darling. Gentian kissed his hand over and over again. Dark-eyed Rose of the Garden kissed him once more. Oh, how happy they were! for his little Hollyhock--the child who had troubled him all the week--overcome by varied emotions, sprang to his side, pushed both Jasmine and Gentian away, and said, "Oh, daddy, I have been a bad, bad la.s.sie, but I"m all right now; and if you"ll listen, daddy mine, and if the others will hold their peace for a minute, I "ll let my great secret out." There was a new sound in Hollyhock"s voice. Old Duncan stood in a kind of trance of wonder. To be sure, things _were_ coming round, and that week of misery was over. "Daddy," said Hollyhock, "I didn"t think you"d enjoy my absence as much as you will. I talked a lot of nonsense, and said I"d see to you, Daddy Dumps; but what"s the use? I "m not just entirely to blame, but I have _not_ been happy this last week, so I think it is well that I should go back with Jasmine and the others to Ardshiel on Monday morning--that is, if _you_ wish it, daddy?"
"Is the choice entirely your own, my child?" said George Lennox.
"Yes, it is. You "ll want me, perhaps, when you haven"t got me, but I"m away to school with the others. It"s right--it _is_ right."
"Well, my Hollyhock, I thank you," said her father. "I shall miss you, beyond a doubt; but work has set in for me to such an extent that I have no time to attend to you, and your being in the house and uneducated has been a sore trial to me, Holly. You "ll be a good la.s.s at school, my child. You must promise me that."
"You "ll have a right-down lovely time, Holly," cried Jasmine.