The girl turned and fled toward the house, closely followed by Sukey.
"Peg she come to de kitchen foh youse," the cook explained; "an" "cause I dun see youse go out de back do", I specks whar youse gwine, an" I sens her back to say dat young missus helpin" ole Sukey, an" be in pretty quick, an" so dey never know."
"Oh, Sukey, you"re a dear!"
"But, missy dear, doan youse do nuthin" foolish "bout dat fellah, "cause I "se helped youse. Doan youse--"
"Of course I won"t," a.s.serted the girl. "I could n"t, Sukey. You know I couldn"t."
"Dat "s right, honey. Ole Sukey knows she can trust youse. Now run right along, chile."
"What have you been doing, Janice?" asked her mother, as the girl entered the parlour.
"I"ve been in the kitchen with Sukey, mommy," replied Janice. And if there was wrong in the quibble, both father and mother were equally to blame with the girl, for "Ole Sukey" was actually better able to enter into her feelings and thoughts than either of them; and where obedience is enforced from authority and not from sympathy and confidence, there will be secret deceit, if not open revolt.
Left to himself, the bondsman finished tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the ivory to a proper size, and neatly fitted it into the frame. Then he spread the papers out, and in some haste, for the winter"s day was fast waning, he resumed his scribbling, varied by intervals of pen-chewing and knitting of brows. Finally he gave a sigh of relief, and taking a blank sheet he copied in a bold hand-writing what was written on the paper he had last toiled over.
Then picking up the miniature, he touched it to his lips.
"She was sent to give me faith again in women," he said, as he folded the miniature into the paper.
"Well, old man," he remarked, as he pa.s.sed from the stable, to the dog, who had followed in his footsteps, and sought to attract his attention by fawning upon him, "has blindman"s holiday come at last? Wait till I bestow this, and get a bite from Sukey to put in my pocket, and we"ll be off for a look at the rabbits. "T is a poor sport, but "t will do till something better comes. Oh for a war!"
The bondsman pa.s.sed into the kitchen, and made his plea to Sukey for a supper he could take away with him. The request was granted, and while the cook went to the larder to get him something, Charles stepped into the hall and listening intently he stole upstairs and tapped gently on a door. Getting no reply, he opened it, and tiptoeing hastily to the dressing-stand, he tucked the packet under the powder-box. A minute later he was back in the kitchen, and erelong was stamping through the snow, whistling cheerfully, which the hound echoed by yelps of excited delight.
Janice was unusually thoughtful all through supper, and little less so afterwards. She was sent to her room earlier than usual, that she might make up in advance for the early start of the journey, and she did not dally with her disrobing, the room being almost arctic in its coldness. But after she had put on the short night-rail that was the bed-gown of the period, the girl paused for a moment in front of her mirror, even though she shivered as she did so.
"I really thought "t was for me he cared," she said. "But she is so much more beautiful that--" Janice tucked the flyaway locks into the snug-fitting nightcap, which together with the bed-curtains formed the protections from the drafts inevitable to leaky windows and big chimneys, and having thus done her best to make herself ugly, she blew out her candle, and as she crept into bed, she remarked, ""T was very foolish of me."
XIV A QUESTION CONCERNING THALIA
All was animation at Greenwood the next morning, while yet it was dark, and as Janice dressed by candle-light, she trembled from something more than the icy chill of the room. The girl had been twice in her life to New York, once each to Newark and to Burlington, and though her visits to Trenton were of greater number, the event was none the less too rare an occurrence not to excite her. Her mother had to order her sharply to finish what was on her plate at breakfast, or she would scarce have eaten.
"If thou dost not want to be frozen, la.s.s, before we get to Trenton," warned the squire, "do as thy mother says. Stuff cold out of the stomach, or "t is impossible to keep the scamp out of the blood."
"Yes, dadda," said the girl, obediently falling to once more.
After a few mouthfuls she asked, "Dadda, who was Thalia?"
""T was a filly who won the two-year purse at the Philadelphia races in sixty-eight," the squire informed her, between gulps of sausage and buckwheat cakes.
"Was she very lovely?" asked Janice, in a voice of surprise.
"No. An ill-shaped mare, but with a great pace."
The girl looked thoughtful for a moment and then asked, "Is that the only one there is?"
"Only what?" demanded her mother.
"The only Thalia?"
""T is the only one I"ve heard of," said the squire.
"Thou "rt wrong, Lambert," corrected his spouse, in wifely fashion. ""T was one of those old heathens with horns, or tail, or something, I forget exactly. What set thy mind on that, child? Hast been reading some romance on the sly?"
"No, mommy," denied the girl.
"Put thy thoughts to better uses, then," ordered the mother.
"Think more of thy own sin and corruption and less of what is light and vain."
It had been arranged that Thomas was to drive the sleigh, the squire preferring to leave Fownes in care of the remaining horses. It was Charles, however, who brought down the two trunks, and after he had put them in place he suggested, "If you"ll take seat, Miss Janice, I"ll tuck you well in." Spreading a large bearskin on the seat and bottom of the sleigh, he put in a hot soapstone, and very unnecessarily took hold of the little slippered feet, and set them squarely upon it, as if their owner were quite unequal to the effort. Then he folded the robe carefully about her, and drew the second over that, allowing the squire, it must be confessed, but a scant portion for his share.
"Thank you, Charles," murmured the girl, gratefully. "Of course he"s a bond-servant and he has a horrid beard," she thought, "but it is nice to have some one to--to think of your comfort. If he were only Philemon!"
The bondsman climbed into the rear of the sleigh, that he might fold the back part of the skin over her shoulders. The act brought his face close to the inquirer, and she turned her head and whispered, "Who was Thalia?"
""T was one of--"
"Charles, get out of that sleigh," ordered Mrs. Meredith, sharply. "Learn thy place, sir. Janice, thou "rt quite old enough to take care of thyself. We"ll have no whispering or coddling, understand."
The bondsman sullenly obeyed, and a moment later the sleigh started. The servant looked wistfully after it until the sound of the bells was lost, and then, with a sigh, he went to his work.
With all the vantage of the daylight start, it took good driving among the drifts to get over the twenty-eight miles that lay between Greenwood and Trenton before the universal noon dinner, and as the sleigh drew up at the Drinkers" home on the main street of the village, the meal was in the air if not on the table.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "You set me free."]
For this reason the two girls had not a chance for a moment"s confidence before dinner; and though Janice was fairly bursting with all that had happened since Tibbie"s visit, the departure of the squire for Burlington immediately the meal was ended, and the desire of Tabitha"s father and aunt to have news of Mrs. Meredith and of the doings "up Brunswick way,"
filled in the whole afternoon till tea time--if the misnomer can be used, for, unlike the table at Greenwood, tea was a tabooed article in the Drinker home. One fact worth noting about the meal was that Janice asked if any of them knew who Thalia was.
"Ay," said Mr. Drinker, "and the less said of her the better. She was a lewd creature that--"
"Mr. Drinker!" cried Tabitha"s aunt. "Thee forgets there are gentlewomen present. Wilt have some preserve, Janice?"
"No, I thank you," said the girl. "I"m not hungry." And she proved it by playing with what was on her plate for the rest of the meal.
Not till the two girls retired did they have an opportunity to exchange confidences. The moment they were by themselves, Tabitha demanded, "What made thee so serious to-night?"
"Oh, Tibbie," sighed Janice, dolefully," I"m very unhappy!"
"What over?"
"I--he--Charles--I"m afraid he--and yet--"T is something he wrote, but whether in joke or--Mr. Evatt said he insulted me at the tavern--Yet "t is so pretty that--and mommy interrupted just--"
"What art thou talking about, Jan?" exclaimed Tibbie.
Janice even in her disjointed sentences had begun to unlace her travelling bodice,--for with a prudence almost abnormal this one frock was not cut low,--and she now produced from her bosom a paper which she unfolded, and then offered to Tibbie with a suggestion of hesitation, asking "Dost think he meant to insult me?"
Tabitha eagerly took the sheet, and read--
TO THALIA These lines to her my pa.s.sion tell, Describe the empire of her spell; A love which naught will e"er dispel, That flames for sweetest Thalia.