III.
The eldest of the Captain"s children was a boy. He was named Robert, after his grandfather, and seemed to have inherited a good deal of the old gentleman"s character, mixed with gentler traits. He was a fair, fine boy, tall and stout for his age, with the Captain"s regular features, and, he flattered himself, the Captain"s firm step and martial bearing. He was apt--like his grandfather--to hold his own will to be other people"s law, and happily for the peace of the nursery this opinion was devoutly shared by his brother Nicholas. Though the Captain had sold his commission, Robert continued to command an irregular force of volunteers in the nursery, and never was a colonel more despotic. His brothers and sisters were by turn infantry, cavalry, engineers, and artillery, according to his whim, and when his affections finally settled upon the Highlanders of "The Black Watch," no female power could compel him to keep his stockings above his knees, or his knickerbockers below them.
The Captain alone was a match for his strong-willed son.
"If you please, sir," said Sarah, one morning, flouncing in upon the Captain, just as he was about to start for the neighboring town, "if you please, sir, I wish you"d speak to Master Robert. He"s past my powers."
"I"ve no doubt of it," thought the Captain; but he only said, "Well, what"s the matter?"
"Night after night do I put him to bed," said Sarah, "and night after night does he get up as soon as I"m out of the room, and says he"s orderly officer for the evening, and goes about in his night-shirt and his feet as bare as boards."
The Captain fingered his heavy moustache to hide a smile, but he listened patiently to Sarah"s complaints.
"It ain"t so much him I should mind, sir," she continued, "but he goes round the beds and wakes up the other young gentlemen and Miss Dora, one after another, and when I speak to him he gives me all the sauce he can lay his tongue to, and says he"s going round the guards. The other night I tried to put him back in his bed, but he got away and ran all over the house, me hunting him everywhere, and not a sign of him, till he jumps out on me from the garret-stairs and nearly knocks me down. "I"ve visited the outposts, Sarah," says he; "all"s well," and off he goes to bed as bold as bra.s.s."
"Have you spoken to your mistress?" asked the Captain.
"Yes, sir," said Sarah. "And misses spoke to him, and he promised not to go round the guards again."
"Has he broken his promise?" asked the Captain, with a look of anger and also surprise.
"When I opened the door last night, sir," continued Sarah, in her shrill treble, "what should I see in the dark but Master Robert a-walking up and down with the carpet-brush stuck in his arm. "Who goes there?" says he. "You owdacious boy!" says I. "Didn"t you promise your ma you"d leave off them tricks?" "I"m not going round the guards," says he; "I promised not. But I"m for sentry-duty to-night." And say what I would to him, all he had for me was, "You mustn"t speak to a sentry on duty." So I says, "As sure as I live till morning, I"ll go to your pa," for he pays no more attention to his ma than me, nor to any one else."
"Please to see that the chair-bed in my dressing-room is moved into your mistress"s bed-room," said the Captain. "I will attend to Master Robert."
With this Sarah had to content herself, and she went back to the nursery. Robert was nowhere to be seen, and made no reply to her summons. On this the unwary nursemaid flounced into the bed-room to look for him, when Robert, who was hidden beneath a table, darted forth and promptly locked her in.
"You"re under arrest," he shouted through the keyhole.
"Let me out!" shrieked Sarah.
"I"ll send a file of the guard to fetch you to the orderly-room by-and-by," said Robert, "for "preferring frivolous complaints,"" and he departed to the farmyard to look at the ducks.
That night, when Robert went up to bed, the Captain quietly locked him into his dressing-room, from which the bed had been removed.
"You"re for sentry-duty to-night," said the captain, "The carpet-brush is in the corner. Good-evening."
As his father antic.i.p.ated, Robert was soon tired of the sentry game in these new circ.u.mstances, and long before the night had half worn away he wished himself safely undressed and in his own comfortable bed. At half-past twelve o"clock he felt as if he could bear it no longer, and knocked at the Captain"s door.
"Who goes there?" said the Captain.
"Mayn"t I go to bed, please?" whined poor Robert.
"Certainly not," said the Captain. "You"re on duty."
And on duty poor Robert had to remain, for the Captain had a will as well as his son. So he rolled himself up in his father"s railway rug and slept on the floor.
The next night he was glad to go quietly to bed, and remain there.
IV.
The Captain"s children sat at breakfast in a large, bright nursery. It was the room where the old bachelor had died, and now _her_ children made it merry. This is just what he would have wished.
They all sat round the table, for it was breakfast-time. There were five of them, and five bowls of boiled bread-and-milk smoked before them.
Sarah, a foolish, gossiping girl, who acted as nurse till better could be found, was waiting on them, and by the table sat Darkie, the black retriever, his long, curly back swaying slightly from the difficulty of holding himself up, and his solemn hazel eyes fixed very intently on each and all of the breakfast bowls. He was as silent and sagacious as Sarah was talkative and empty-headed. The expression of his face was that of King Charles I. as painted by Vand.y.k.e. Though large, he was una.s.suming. Pax, the pug, on the contrary, who came up to the first joint of Darkie"s leg, stood defiantly on his dignity and his short stumps. He always placed himself in front of the bigger dog, and made a point of hustling him in door-ways and of going first down stairs. He strutted like a beadle, and carried his tail more tightly curled than a bishop"s crook. He looked as one may imagine the frog in the fable would have looked had he been able to swell himself rather nearer to the size of the ox. This was partly due to his very prominent eyes, and partly to an obesity favored by habits of lying inside the fender, and of eating meals proportioned more to his consequence than to his hunger. They were both favorites of two years" standing, and had very nearly been given away, when the good news came of an English home for the family, dogs and all.
Robert"s tongue was seldom idle, even at meals. "Are you a Yorkshire woman, Sarah?" he asked, pausing, with his spoon full in his hand.
"No, Master Robert," said Sarah.
"But you understand Yorkshire, don"t you? I can"t, very often; but mamma can, and can speak it, too. Papa says mamma always talks Yorkshire to servants and poor people. She used to talk Yorkshire to Themistocles, papa said, and he said it was no good; for, though Themistocles knew a lot of languages, he didn"t know that. And mamma laughed, and said she didn"t know she did. Themistocles was our man-servant in Corfu," Robin added, in explanation. "He stole lots of things, Themistocles did; but papa found him out."
Robin now made a rapid attack on his bread-and-milk, after which he broke out again,--
"Sarah, who is that tall gentleman at church, in the seat near the pulpit? He wears a cloak like what the Blues wear, only all blue, and is tall enough for a Life-guardsman. He stood when we were kneeling down, and said, "Almighty and most merciful Father," louder than anybody."
Sarah knew who the old gentleman was, and knew also that the children did not know, and that their parents did not see fit to tell them as yet. But she had a pa.s.sion for telling and hearing news, and would rather gossip with a child than not gossip at all. "Never you mind, Master Robin," she said, nodding sagaciously. "Little boys aren"t to know everything."
"Ah, then, I know you don"t know," replied Robert; "if you did, you"d tell. Nicholas, give some of your bread to Darkie and Pax. I"ve done mine. For what we have received, the Lord make us truly thankful. Say your grace, and put your chair away, and come along. I want to hold a court-martial." And, seizing his own chair by the seat, Robin carried it swiftly to its corner. As he pa.s.sed Sarah, he observed, tauntingly, "You pretend to know, but you don"t."
"I do," said Sarah.
"You don"t," said Robin.
"Your ma"s forbid you to contradict, Master Robin," said Sarah; "and if you do, I shall tell her. I know well enough who the old gentleman is, and perhaps I might tell you, only you"d go straight off and tell again."
"No, no, I wouldn"t!" shouted Robin. "I can keep a secret; indeed, I can! Pinch my little finger, and try. Do, do tell me, Sarah; there"s a dear Sarah, and then I shall know you know." And he danced round her, catching at her skirts.
To keep a secret was beyond Sarah"s powers.
"Do let my dress be, Master Robin," she said; "you"re ripping out all the gathers, and listen while I whisper. As sure as you"re a living boy, that gentleman"s your own grandpapa."
Robin lost his hold on Sarah"s dress; his arm fell by his side, and he stood with his brows knit, for some minutes, thinking. Then he said, emphatically,--
"What lies you do tell, Sarah!"
"Oh, Robin!" cried Nicholas, who had drawn near, his thick curls standing stark with curiosity; "mamma said "lies" wasn"t a proper word, and you promised not to say it again."
"I forgot," said Robin. "I didn"t mean to break my promise. But she does tell--ahem!--you know what."
"You wicked boy!" cried the enraged Sarah; "how dare you say such a thing, and everybody in the place knows he"s your ma"s own pa."
"I"ll go and ask her," said Robin, and he was at the door in a moment; but Sarah, alarmed by the thought of getting into a sc.r.a.pe herself, caught him by the arm.
"Don"t you go, love; it"ll only make your ma angry. There; it was all my nonsense."
"Then it"s not true?" said Robin, indignantly. "What did you tell me so for?"