"Yes, you do! and if any one says you don"t I"ll shake him. I can"t tell what it is, only you always look so happy and contented--sort of sweet and shiny," said Jack, as he stroked the smooth brown head, rather at a loss to describe the unusually fresh and sunny expression of Ed"s face, which was always cheerful, yet had a certain thoughtfulness that made it very attractive to both young and old.
"Soap makes him shiny; I never saw such a fellow to wash and brush," put in Frank, as he came up with one of the pieces of music he and Ed were fond of practising together.
"I don"t mean that!" said Jack indignantly. "I wash and brush till you call me a dandy, but I don"t have the same look--it seems to come from the inside, somehow, as if he was always jolly and clean and good in his mind, you know."
"Born so," said Frank, rumbling away in the ba.s.s with a pair of hands that would have been the better for some of the above-mentioned soap, for he did not love to do much in the washing and brushing line.
"I suppose that"s it. Well, I like it, and I shall keep on trying, for being loved by every one is about the nicest thing in the world. Isn"t it, Ed?" asked Jack, with a gentle tweak of the ear as he put a question which he knew would get no answer, for Ed was so modest he could not see wherein he differed from other boys, nor believe that the sunshine he saw in other faces was only the reflection from his own.
Sunday evening Mrs. Minot sat by the fire, planning how she should tell some good news she had been saving up all day. Mrs. Pecq knew it, and seemed so delighted that she went about smiling as if she did not know what trouble meant, and could not do enough for the family. She was downstairs now, seeing that the clothes were properly prepared for the wash, so there was no one in the Bird Room but Mamma and the children.
Frank was reading up all he could find about some Biblical hero mentioned in the day"s sermon; Jill lay where she had lain for nearly four long months, and though her face was pale and thin with the confinement, there was an expression on it now sweeter even than health.
Jack sat on the rug beside her, looking at a white carnation through the magnifying gla.s.s, while she was enjoying the perfume of a red one as she talked to him.
"If you look at the white petals you"ll see that they sparkle like marble, and go winding a long way down to the middle of the flower where it grows sort of rosy; and in among the small, curly leaves, like fringed curtains, you can see the little green fairy sitting all alone.
Your mother showed me that, and I think it is very pretty. I call it a "fairy," but it is really where the seeds are hidden and the sweet smell comes from."
Jill spoke softly lest she should disturb the others, and, as she turned to push up her pillow, she saw Mrs. Minot looking at her with a smile she did not understand.
"Did you speak, "m?" she asked, smiling back again, without in the least knowing why.
"No, dear. I was listening and thinking what a pretty little story one could make out of your fairy living alone down there, and only known by her perfume."
"Tell it, Mamma. It is time for our story, and that would be a nice one, I guess," said Jack, who was as fond of stories as when he sat in his mother"s lap and chuckled over the hero of the beanstalk.
"We don"t have fairy tales on Sunday, you know," began Jill regretfully.
"Call it a parable, and have a moral to it, then it will be all right,"
put in Frank, as he shut his big book, having found what he wanted.
"I like stories about saints, and the good and wonderful things they did," said Jill, who enjoyed the wise and interesting bits Mrs. Minot often found for her in grown-up books, for Jill had thoughtful times, and asked questions which showed that she was growing fast in mind if not in body.
"This is a true story; but I will disguise it a little, and call it "The Miracle of Saint Lucy,"" began Mrs. Minot, seeing a way to tell her good news and amuse the children likewise.
Frank retired to the easy-chair, that he might sleep if the tale should prove too childish for him. Jill settled herself among her cushions, and Jack lay flat upon the rug, with his feet up, so that he could admire his red slippers and rest his knee, which ached.
"Once upon a time there was a queen who had two princes."
"Wasn"t there a princess?" asked Jack, interested at once.
"No; and it was a great sorrow to the queen that she had no little daughter, for the sons were growing up, and she was often very lonely.
"Like Snowdrop"s mother," whispered Jill.
"Now, don"t keep interrupting, children, or we never shall get on," said Frank, more anxious to hear about the boys that were than the girl that was not.
"One day, when the princes were out--ahem! we"ll say hunting--they found a little damsel lying on the snow, half dead with cold, they thought.
She was the child of a poor woman who lived in the forest--a wild little thing, always dancing and singing about; as hard to catch as a squirrel, and so fearless she would climb the highest trees, leap broad brooks, or jump off the steep rocks to show her courage. The boys carried her home to the palace, and the queen was glad to have her. She had fallen and hurt herself, so she lay in bed week after week, with her mother to take care of her--"
"That"s you," whispered Jack, throwing the white carnation at Jill, and she threw back the red one, with her finger on her lips, for the tale was very interesting now.
"She did not suffer much after a time, but she scolded and cried, and could not be resigned, because she was a prisoner. The queen tried to help her, but she could not do much; the princes were kind, but they had their books and plays, and were away a good deal. Some friends she had came often to see her, but still she beat her wings against the bars, like a wild bird in a cage, and soon her spirits were all gone, and it was sad to see her."
"Where was your Saint Lucy? I thought it was about her," asked Jack, who did not like to have Jill"s past troubles dwelt upon, since his were not.
"She is coming. Saints are not born--they are made after many trials and tribulations," answered his mother, looking at the fire as if it helped her to spin her little story. "Well, the poor child used to sing sometimes to while away the long hours--sad songs mostly, and one among them which the queen taught her was "Sweet Patience, Come."
"This she used to sing a great deal after a while, never dreaming that Patience was an angel who could hear and obey. But it was so; and one night, when the girl had lulled herself to sleep with that song, the angel came. n.o.body saw the lovely spirit with tender eyes, and a voice that was like balm. No one heard the rustle of wings as she hovered over the little bed and touched the lips, the eyes, the hands of the sleeper, and then flew away, leaving three gifts behind. The girl did not know why, but after that night the songs grew gayer, there seemed to be more sunshine everywhere her eyes looked, and her hands were never tired of helping others in various pretty, useful, or pleasant ways. Slowly the wild bird ceased to beat against the bars, but sat in its cage and made music for all in the palace, till the queen could not do without it, the poor mother cheered up, and the princes called the girl their nightingale."
"Was that the miracle?" asked Jack, forgetting all about his slippers, as he watched Jill"s eyes brighten and the color come up in her white cheeks.
"That was the miracle, and Patience can work far greater ones if you will let her."
"And the girl"s name was Lucy?"
"Yes; they did not call her a saint then, but she was trying to be as cheerful as a certain good woman she had heard of, and so the queen had that name for her, though she did not let her know it for a long time."
"That"s not bad for a Sunday story, but there might have been more about the princes, seems to me," was Frank"s criticism, as Jill lay very still, trying to hide her face behind the carnation, for she had no words to tell how touched and pleased she was to find that her little efforts to be good had been seen, remembered, and now rewarded in this way.
"There is more."
"Then the story isn"t done?" cried Jack.
"Oh dear, no; the most interesting things are to come, if you can wait for them."
"Yes, I see, this is the moral part. Now keep still, and let us have the rest," commanded Frank, while the others composed themselves for the sequel, suspecting that it was rather nice, because Mamma"s sober face changed, and her eyes laughed as they looked at the fire.
"The elder prince was very fond of driving dragons, for the people of that country used these fiery monsters as horses."
"And got run away with, didn"t he?" laughed Jack, adding, with great interest, "What did the other fellow do?"
"He went about fighting other people"s battles, helping the poor, and trying to do good. But he lacked judgment, so he often got into trouble, and was in such a hurry that he did not always stop to find out the wisest way. As when he gave away his best coat to a beggar boy, instead of the old one which he intended to give."
"I say, that isn"t fair, mother! Neither of them was new, and the boy needed the best more than I did, and I wore the old one all winter, didn"t I?" asked Jack, who had rather exulted over Frank, and was now taken down himself.
"Yes, you did, my dear; and it was not an easy thing for my dandiprat to do. Now listen, and I"ll tell you how they both learned to be wiser. The elder prince soon found that the big dragons were too much for him, and set about training his own little one, who now and then ran away with him. Its name was Will, a good servant, but a bad master; so he learned to control it, and in time this gave him great power over himself, and fitted him to be a king over others."
"Thank you, mother; I"ll remember my part of the moral. Now give Jack his," said Frank, who liked the dragon episode, as he had been wrestling with his own of late, and found it hard to manage.
"He had a fine example before him in a friend, and he followed it more reasonably till he grew able to use wisely one of the best and n.o.blest gifts of G.o.d--benevolence."
"Now tell about the girl. Was there more to that part of the story?"
asked Jack, well pleased with his moral, as it took Ed in likewise.
"That is the best of all, but it seems as if I never should get to it.
After Patience made Lucy sweet and cheerful, she began to have a curious power over those about her, and to work little miracles herself, though she did not know it. The queen learned to love her so dearly she could not let her go; she cheered up all her friends when they came with their small troubles; the princes found bright eyes, willing hands, and a kind heart always at their service, and felt, without quite knowing why, that it was good for them to have a gentle little creature to care for; so they softened their rough manners, loud voices, and careless ways, for her sake, and when it was proposed to take her away to her own home they could not give her up, but said she must stay longer, didn"t they?"
"I"d like to see them saying anything else," said Frank, while Jack sat up to demand fiercely,--