"You have made Betty very happy now, Mrs. Henderson," said Kitty, without a trace of envy in her heart. "Thank you for all you have done for us. Good-night."
"Good-night, and thank you for our fine tea," said Dan, and one by one they pa.s.sed out of the scented garden, and on their homeward way.
A soft evening mist was creeping slowly up over the river and the sloping meadow; the distant woods looked desolate, and almost awesome.
Kitty could nut picture them now peopled as they had been in the morning, and her efforts to do so were soon interrupted by a little piteous voice beside her.
"My feets do hurt me," said Tony plaintively. "I s"pose I mustn"t take off my boots?"
"Poor old Tony," cried Dan. "Here, let me carry you," and he hoisted his tired little brother on to his shoulders. But Dan was tired too, and the way was long, and they had either to walk in single file along the tiny track worn beside the sleepers, or over the sleepers themselves, and that meant progressing by a series of hops and jumps, which might perhaps be amusing for a few minutes at the beginning of a day"s pleasuring, but is very far from amusing when one is tired and the way is long. The summer evening was warm too.
"I wish the old "Rover" would come along," panted Dan at the end of about a quarter of an hour"s march. "I"d get those fellows to give us a lift for part of the way at any rate."
"Oh," sighed Betty, "how lovely that would be! But things don"t happen when you want them to, do they?"
Miss Betty"s sad and cynical view of life was wrong though, for not so very much later the familiar rumbling and shaking, and puffing and rattling, reached their ears once more, and coming, too, from the direction of Wenbridge.
In a state of anxious excitement they all stood to await it. "Hadn"t we better hold up a pocket-handkerchief for a white flag to show them we are friendly?" asked Betty anxiously.
"They wouldn"t understand if we did," said Dan impatiently.
"They"d only think we were trying to frighten them. Kitty, if you go back towards them, holding up your hand, they will know it"s all right.
They will trust you. It"s only me they are down on, really."
Kitty went back at once, and fortunately, just as she was trying to attract their attention and make them understand that she had only friendly intentions, they brought the engine to a standstill for Tonkin to get down and collect some f.a.ggots which lay beside the way.
The engine snorted, and spit, and panted, and Dumble watched Kitty"s approach with an eye which was not encouraging; but Kitty, though her heart was quaking a little, advanced bravely.
"Dumble," she called to him, in a friendly, conciliating voice, stretching up to him confidingly--"Dumble, we are _so_ tired. My little brother Tony can hardly get on at all, his feet are hurting him so badly, and he is too heavy for Dan to carry all the way; and Dan is tired too, and--and we wondered if--if you would give us a lift, even if it is only for a little way. Will you?"
Dumble, his face rather flushed, straightened himself. "Look at my nose, miss," he said meaningly. "Look at my nose," pointing to that poor feature, which certainly looked red and swollen. "That"s your brother"s doings, heaving apples and not caring what he strikes with "em, and yet after that you can come and ask me to take "ee all aboard of my train."
"I am very sorry, Dumble, that you got hit, I am really, but--well, you did get the apples and some nice sandwiches too, you know; and when you aim at Dan it is never with anything nicer than hot water, and you know you did really scald him once but he never told how it was done."
Dumble looked rather foolish. "Didn"t "ee now?" he said, but his tone was less indignant. "Yes, we had the apples, and fine ones they were too. Well, come along. Tell "em all to look sharp and hop up, for "tis "bout time we was to "ome, and the "Rover" put up for the night."
Gladly enough the others obeyed her eager signals. Joyfully they scrambled up into the high carriage and dropped on the dusty, gritty seats. Dan and his enemies exchanged broad, sheepish smiles, but they were amiable smiles. Tonkin flung up the last of the f.a.ggots and climbed up on the engine, and off they started. And _what_ a journey it was! All about them stretched the country, vast and still and empty, they themselves, seemingly, the only living creatures in it, the panting and rumbling of the engine the only sound to be heard, for it drowned all such gentle sounds as the "good-nights" of the birds, the distant lowing of cows, the rippling of the brook beside the way.
Daylight was fading fast. Here and there the way was narrow, and the hedges so high that the hawthorns almost met overhead; and here and there, where tall fir trees lined the road on either side, it was very nearly dark.
By two of them, at least, that journey in the fading light was never forgotten. It had been such a happy day, so free from worries and naughtiness or squabbles, or any cause for regret; and now they were going home, happy but tired, and longing to be in the dear old untidy, shabby home again. Kitty, with Tony nestling against her, leaned back in her corner restfully, and thought of her home with a depth of feeling she could not have defined. "If it could only be like this always," she said to herself, "and there is no reason why it shouldn"t if only we were good and every one was nice. I wonder, I wonder if I cannot make it so that father wouldn"t want any one to live with us."
On they rattled and jolted, past the two cottages, with their windows lighted up now and the blinds drawn; past the little well, its cave looking dark and mysterious under its green canopy. Kitty, lost to the others and their talk, gazed with loving eyes at everything.
"Dear little well," she thought. "Dear old "Rover," and Gorlay, and home, how I do love every inch and stick and stone of it! I think I should die if I had to leave--"
"Kitty, _have you got_ a shilling?" Dan shrieked in her ear with such vigour that Kitty really leaped in her seat.
"What _is_ the matter?" she demanded crossly. It was not pleasant to be roused from her musings and brought back thus to everyday, prosaic matters; and it happened to her so often, or so it seemed.
"I have asked you three times already. Have you got a shilling?
We shall have to get down presently, or we shall be seen, and the men and all of us will get into a row because we are travelling without tickets. We had better get down when they come to the "lotment gardens, and we must tip them; but Betty has only got tuppence, and I have only fourpence, and that is all in coppers, mostly ha"pennies. I don"t like to offer it to them."
"I haven"t a shilling," said Kitty regretfully. "I have only eightpence left; the tea cost a good deal," and she produced from her purse a sixpenny bit and two pennies.
Dan looked at their combined wealth disgustedly. "They"ll think we"ve been saving up for this little go," he said in a mortified voice; "but I"ll give them the lot, and tell them it is all we have left."
"I don"t suppose they will mind ha"pennies," said Kitty consolingly.
"Of course they won"t," said Betty, who was rather cross at having to lay down her beloved rose and dive for her purse; "they aren"t so silly.
Besides, they have had our apples and sandwiches already."
"Well, don"t remind them of that again," said Kitty anxiously, for it was just the kind of thing Betty would do; but before she could extract a promise the engine slowed down and they hastily prepared to dismount.
Dan coloured as he put the sixpenny bit and the coppers into Dumble"s grimy hand. "I am sorry there"s such a lot of pence," he said shyly; "but it is all we"ve got left, and--and--"
"Aw," said Dumble, who had expected nothing, and was rather embarra.s.sed than otherwise by their generosity, "thank "ee kindly, sirs, and young leddies; there wasn"t no "casion to give us nothing; but thank "ee very much all the same, and "nother time we"ll be glad to "blige "ee with "nother lift."
"Thank you very much," said Dan. "But it isn"t as much as it looks; it is only fourteen pence altogether. I--I thought I"d tell you for fear you"d be disappointed;" and thankful for the darkness which hid his embarra.s.sment, he joined the others, and with many friendly "Good-nights" to the "Rover" they started on the last stage of their journey.
Briskly enough they started; but their pace soon changed; their feet were weary, and there was really no great need to hurry now.
There would be no scoldings or punishments when they got home, even if they were late, for no one there was very particular as to time, and there was so much to see that they did not usually see that they stopped repeatedly to look about them. The cottages were all lighted up now, and in some of them the blinds had been left undrawn and the windows open. Even the old wharf, too, had here and there a light gleaming out of its blackness, adding to the weird mystery of the place, and then in rattled the "Rover," and drew up panting and throwing out deep breaths of steam and smoke and sparks, as though she had come at breakneck speed on urgent business from the extreme limits of the earth, and could scarcely be restrained from starting off again. In the dim light they could see Dumble and Tonkin wandering round and lovingly criticizing their fiery steed. ""Er "ave gone well to-day," they heard Dumble saying proudly. ""Er "ave gone like a little "are."
"Ay, ay, proper!" responded Tonkin with solemn emphasis. "Since "er was cleaned I"d back "er agin all the new-fangled engines in the world.
Give the "Rover" a fair bit of line to travel over, and "er"ll--well, "er"ll do it."
The children chuckled to themselves and moved on. "To-night, with the "Rover" drawn up in it, it doesn"t look quite so much like Quilp"s Wharf as usual," said Kitty, looking back lingeringly at the black, ramshackle collection of old tarred sheds; "but I am sure I shall see Quilp"s boy standing on his head there one day."
CHAPTER VIII.
A BAD BEGINNING.
On again they went, past more cottages with groups of people gossiping at their doors, or sitting about on low steps or the edges of the pavement, enjoying the cool and calm of the summer evening; up the steep hill where the milk-bottle had come to grief in the morning, past the carpenter"s shop, fast closed now, all but the scent of the wood, which nothing could keep in.
It was a stiff pull to the top for tired people, but it was reached at last. With a deep sigh of satisfaction they crossed the quiet street in leisurely fashion to their own front door, where, summoning what energy they had left, they gave a friendly "whoop!" to let their arrival be known, and burst into the house pell-mell; then stopped abruptly, almost tumbling over each other with the shock, and stared before them in silent, speechless amazement at a pile of luggage which filled the centre of the hall. Betty stepped back and looked at the plate on the door to make quite sure that they had not burst into the wrong house; but Kitty, with a swift presentiment, realized to whom that luggage belonged and what it meant, and her heart sank down, down to a depth she had never known it sink before.
Before she could speak, though, Emily appeared from somewhere, her face a picture of rage, offended dignity, and fierce determination; but as soon as she caught sight of the bewildered, wondering quartette, her whole expression changed. She came to them, as Kitty said afterwards, as though there had been a death in the family and she had to break the news to them. But it was an arrival she had to announce, not a departure, and she announced it abruptly.
"She"s come!" she gasped in a whisper more penetrating than a shout; and her face added, "You poor, poor things, I am sorry for you."
For once Emily"s sympathies were with them, and even while staggering under the blow they had just received, Kitty could not help noticing the fact.
"What?--not Aunt Pike?--to stay?" gasped Dan.
Emily nodded, a world of meaning in the action. "You"d best go up and speak to her at once, or she"ll be crosser than she is now, if that"s possible. She"s as vexed as can be "cause there wasn"t n.o.body to the station to meet her, nor n.o.body here when she come."
"But we didn"t know. How could we? And who could have even dreamed of her coming to-day!" they argued hotly and all at once.
"A tellygram come soon after you"d a-gone," said Emily, with a sniff; "but there wasn"t n.o.body here to open it. And how was we to know what was inside of it; we can"t see through envelopes, though to hear some people talk you would think we ought to be able to."