Hollyhock

Chapter 9

"She _is_ my sister," replied Jasmine.

"Your sister! Then whyever doesn"t she come to this splendid school?"

"Oh, we "ll get her yet, Ivor."

"We must," said Ivor. "I can see by her face that she "ll be no end of fun."

"Fun!" replied Jasmine. "She "s the very life of The Garden."

"The Garden? What do you mean by The Garden?"

"That"s where we happen to live," replied Jasmine.

"You are not a weekly pupil, are you, Ivor?"

"No, alas! I "m not. My home"s too far away."

"Well," said Jasmine, "I "ll beg Mrs Macintyre to let me invite you to dine with us at The Garden on Sunday."

"But will your sister scowl at me, the same as when you kissed hands to her just now?" asked Ivor.

"Oh no; but you must be very polite to her. You must try to coax her in your manly way to become a pupil at the school."

"Well, I "ll do my best," said Ivor Chetwode. "She is certainly handsome, but she has a scowl that I don"t like."

"Well, try not to speak against her, Ivor. Remember she is my sister."

"I am awfully sorry, Jasmine, and I do think you "re a ripping kind of girl."

Hollyhock sat down to the midday meal at The Garden in exceedingly low spirits, but her father had now got through what she called his arithmetic, and was full of mirth. He ate heartily and laughed heartily, and said in his most cheery voice, "Well, my pet Hollyhock, you and your Dumpy Dad must make the best of each other."

"Oh Dumps, do you _want_ me to stay with you?"

"Why not? What do you think?"

"Dumpy, I"ve had a miserable morning."

"I "m sorry for that, my little Flower; but it need not happen again.

You ought not to be unhappy. You "ll have holidays always from now onwards."

"Oh daddy, am I never to learn anything more?"

"Well, I don"t exactly know how you can. The teaching goes on at Ardshiel, and as you naturally wish to stay with your father, and as I naturally wish to keep you, and as the expense of sending my other Flowers to such a costly school is very great, I have undertaken some estate work, which must occupy a good deal of my time. Your aunt, too, dear woman, has secured a post as kindergarten teacher at the great school. Therefore, my little Hollyhock will have holidays for ever.

She will be our little dunce. Think how jolly that will be!"

Hollyhock felt a dreadful lump in her throat. She managed, however, to eat, and she struggled hard to hide her great chagrin.

"For the rest of the afternoon I am entirely at your service, my child," said Mr Lennox. "I think it is just precisely the day for a good long ride on Lightning Speed and Ardshiel. There"s a fine, bright, fresh air about, and it will put roses into your bonnie cheeks.

Get on your habit and we "ll go for a long ride."

This was better; this was reviving. The horses were led out by the groom. Hollyhock, who could ride splendidly, was soon seated on the back of her glorious Arab, Lightning Speed. Her father looked magnificent beside her on Ardshiel, and away they started riding fast across country.

They returned home after an hour or two with ravenous appet.i.tes, to find that Duncan, the old serving-man, had lit a great fire of logs in the hall, and that Tocsin and Curfew were in their usual places, enjoying the blaze.

Hollyhock tossed off her little cap and sat down to enjoy tea and scones to her heart"s delight. She now felt that she had done right not to go to Ardshiel. Her voice rang with merriment, and her father joined her in her mirth.

But when tea came to an end Lord Ian Douglas, the gentleman of vast estates whom Mr Lennox was to help as agent, appeared on the scene, and Hollyhock was forgotten. She was introduced to Lord Ian, who gave her a very distant bow, and began immediately to talk to his new agent about crops and manures, turnips, cattle, pigs, all sorts of impossible and disgusting subjects, according to the angry little Hollyhock.

Lord Ian did not go away for some hours, and when at last he departed it was time to dress for dinner. But how Hollyhock did miss the Precious Stones and The Garden girls! How dull, how gloomy, was the house! She tried in vain to eat her dinner with appet.i.te, but she saw that her father looked full of preoccupation, that he hardly regarded her; in fact, the one and only speech that he made to her was this: "Douglas is a good sort, and he has given me a vast lot to do. It will help to pay for the Flowers" education; but I greatly fear, my Hollyhock, that you will be a great deal alone. In fact, the whole of to-morrow I have to spend at Dundree, Lord Ian"s place. I wish I could take you with me, my darling; but that is impossible, and I must leave you now, for I have to look over certain accounts which Lord Ian brought with him. This is a very lucky stroke of business for me.

Your Dumpy Dad can do a great deal for his Flower Girls by means of Lord Ian."

"I hate the man!" burst from Hollyhock"s lips.

If her father heard, he took no notice. He calmly left the room.

CHAPTER VIII.

HOLLYHOCK LEFT IN THE COLD.

The fire burned brightly in the ingle-nook, and the dogs, Tocsin and Curfew, slept in perfect peace in close proximity to its grateful heat; but Hollyhock was alone--utterly alone. She felt more miserable than she had ever believed it possible to be in her hitherto joyous life.

She drew up a chair near the hearth, and the dogs came and sniffed at her; but what were they, compared to Jasmine, Delphinium, and the Precious Stones? As to Dumpy Dad, she could never have believed that he would treat his little girl in such a heartless manner. Had she not given up all for him, and was this her reward?

She felt a great lump in her throat, and a very fierce anger burned within her breast. What right had Dumpy Dad and Aunt Cecilia to forsake the only child who was true to them? The others were off and away at their learning and their fun, perchance; but she, Hollyhock, the faithful and the true, had remained at home when the others had deserted it. She had been firm and decided, and here was her reward--the reward of utter desolation.

"Get away, Curfew," she said, as the faithful greyhound pushed his long nose into her hand.

Curfew raised gentle, pleading brown eyes to her face; but being of the sort that never retorts, he lay down again, with a sigh of disappointment, close to Tocsin. He, too, was feeling the change, for he was a very human dog, and missed the Flower Girls and the Precious Stones, and the dear, dear master and Mrs Constable, just as Hollyhock did.

But what was the use of making a fuss? According to Curfew"s creed, it was wrong to grumble. Hollyhock did not want him. He lay down with his long tail on Hollyhock"s frock, and his beautiful head pressed against Tocsin"s neck. Tocsin was a magnificent bloodhound, and he was the greatest support and comfort to Curfew at the present crisis.

By-and-by Mr Lennox pa.s.sed hurriedly through the hall. He was going into his special library to get some books. He saw the melancholy figure of Hollyhock seated not far from the great fire, and the faithful dogs lying at her feet. He said in his most cheerful tone, "Hallo, my little girl! you and the dogs do make a pretty picture; but why don"t you play the organ or sing something at the piano?"

"You know, daddy, I have no real love for music," said Hollyhock in a cross voice.

"Well, well, then, take a book, my child. Here "s a nice story I can recommend you--_Treasure Island_, by Louis Stevenson."

"I hate reading," she said.

"Well, I"m afraid I can"t help you, dear. I"m frightfully busy, and shall not get to bed until past midnight. Taking up this new work means a great deal, and you know, my Flower Girl, your Dumpy Dad, as you like to call him, is the very last person in the world to do a thing by halves. If I have to sit up till morning, I must do so in order to be prepared for Dundree and Lord Ian to-morrow. Perhaps, dear, you had best kiss me and say good-night."

"Daddy--daddy--I "m so--miserable!"

"Sorry, my child; but I can"t see why you should be. You have all the comforts that love and sympathy can bestow upon you."

"No, no; I am alone," half sobbed Hollyhock.

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