Kitty drew a deep sigh of relief that the episode was ended; Betty, one of regret.
"There were six large sandwiches in that packet," she said reproachfully, "and the apples were beauties. I wish now I had eaten more. I am sure I could have if I had tried."
Though there was plenty to do in the woods, that hour to tea-time seemed somehow a very long one, and quite ten minutes before it was up they were back at the farm to inquire if it was four o"clock yet.
Mrs. Henderson smiled knowingly as she saw them gathered at the door, but she noticed that the eager faces were flushed and weary-looking, and she asked them in to sit down and rest, promising she would not keep them long.
As they were to have "a savour to their tea" they were to have the meal in the house, instead of in the garden, and glad enough they were to sink into the slippery, springless easy-chairs, which seemed to them then the most luxurious seats the world could produce--at least they did to Kitty and Dan, who took the only two; Betty got on the window-seat and stretched herself out; Tony, a very weary little man indeed, scrambled on to Kitty"s lap; and all of them, too tired to talk much, gazed with interest about the long, low room.
It was not beautiful, and they knew it well, yet the fascination of it never failed. On the walls were hung large framed historical and scriptural scenes, worked in cross-st.i.tch with wool"s of the brightest hues, varied by a coloured print of a bird"s-eye view of the battle of Tel-el-Kebir, an almanac for the current year, and a large oleograph of a young lady und a dog wreathed in roses that put every flower in the garden to shame for size and brilliancy. But none of these could give a t.i.the of the pleasure the worked ones did; there was such fascination in counting how many st.i.tches went to the forming of a nose, how many red and how many white to the colouring of a cheek, or the shaping of the hands, and fingers, and toes.
"I didn"t know that Robert Bruce had six toes!" said Betty, very solemn with the importance of her discovery, her eyes fastened on a representation of that hero asleep in a cave, while a spider as large as his head wove a web of cables across the opening. "Did you, Dan?"
"Didn"t you?" answered Dan gravely. "Don"t you know that in Scotland they have an extra toe in case one should get frost-bitten and drop off?"
"Of course I know it is very cold up there," said Betty, who was never willing to admit ignorance of anything; "but supposing two got frost-bitten and dropped off, what would they do then?"
Dan, pretending not to hear her question, strolled over to the bookcase.
"Surely it must be tea-time!" he exclaimed.
Betty, seeing that no answer was forthcoming, slipped from her seat to examine more closely some wax fruit which, under a gla.s.s case, adorned a side-table.
"I do think it is wonderful how they make them," she said impressively; "they are so exactly like real fruit."
Mrs. Henderson, coming into the room at that moment, heard the remark, and her heart was won. She had more than once had a suspicion that some of her visitors laughed at her treasured ornaments, and made jokes about them, and the thought had hurt her, for her affections clung to them, and particularly to the was fruit, which had been one of her most prized wedding gifts, so Betty"s remark went straight to her heart. She beamed on Betty, and Betty beamed back on her.
"You have such a lot of beautiful things, Mrs. Henderson," she said in her politest manner. "I can"t help admiring them."
"It"s very kind of you, I"m sure, miss. Of course we all get attached to what"s our own, specially when "tis gived to us; and I"m very proud of my fruit, same as I am of my worked pictures."
"I think they are wonderful," breathed Betty, turning from the wax fruit to gaze at Eli and Samuel. "Did you"--in a voice full of awe-- "really work them yourself, Mrs. Henderson?"
"I did, missie, every st.i.tch of them," said their owner proudly; "and all while I was walking out with Henderson."
"While you were walking!" gasped Betty. "But how could you see where you were going?"
Mrs. Henderson laughed. "No, missie; I mean the years we was courting."
"How interesting," said Betty solemnly. "I think I shall work some for my house when I am married. Do you work them on canvas? Can I get it in Gorlay?"
"Yes, miss; but you needn"t hurry to begin to-night," said Mrs.
Henderson, laughing. "If you want any help, though, when you do begin, or would like to copy mine, I"ll be very glad to do what I can for you."
"Oh, thank you very much. I should like to do some exactly like yours,"
cried Betty excitedly. "Then, when I"m far away, they"ll always remind me of you and the farm, and--and I"d like to begin with Robert Bruce and his six toes, and--"
"You would never have patience to do work like that," interrupted Dan cruelly, "nor the money either; and I don"t suppose you will ever go out of Gorlay."
"You wait," said Betty, very much annoyed by his humiliating outspokenness. "You wait"--with a toss of her head--"until I am grown up, then I shall marry some one, and I shall travel, and--"
"All right," said Dan, "I will wait; and I hope I never have a headache till it happens."
CHAPTER VII.
THE "ROVER" TAKES THEM HOME.
Tony was nearly asleep on Kitty"s shoulder, and Kitty herself was distinctly drowsy, but the arrival of the teapot and the ham and eggs roused them effectually. Kitty took her place before the tea-tray, Dan before the hot dish, Betty got as near the cream as she could, and Tony drew a chair close to Kitty, and very soon their spirits began to rise to their highest, and their tiredness vanished. The tea was refreshing, the ham and home-made bread and everything on the table were perfectly delicious, and they ate, and ate, and talked and laughed until Kitty wondered how it was that Mrs. Henderson did not come in and ask them to be quiet. They had all, at the same moment, reached that mood when everything one says, or thinks, or does, sounds or seems amusing; and they laughed and laughed without being able to check themselves, until at last Kitty found herself with her head in the tea-tray, while Dan hung limply over the back of his chair, and Betty and Tony laid their heads on the table and held their aching sides.
"Oh dear!" cried Kitty, straightening herself and trying to compose her face. "They say it is unlucky to laugh so much. I wonder if it is true. It does seem hard, doesn"t it?"
The thought sobered them a little, and they gave themselves up to their tea.
"I never know," said Betty thoughtfully, after a somewhat long silence, "whether it is better to begin with ham and end with cream and jam, or to begin with cream and then have the ham, but it seems to me that it is just the same whichever I do--I _can"t_ eat much of both. I have tried and tried."
"I call that a real affliction," said Dan soberly. "Of course there is just a chance that you may grow out of it in time, but it is hard lines."
"Yes," sighed Betty, "it really is," and lapsed into quietness.
"Another time," she said at last, very gravely, "I think I shall come twice, and not have both at the same tea."
"Perhaps you would like Mrs. Henderson to save you some till to-morrow,"
suggested Dan ironically.
"No--o," said Betty seriously, "I don"t think I will. I don"t expect I shall want any more as soon as to-morrow, but--"
"You aren"t feeling ill, are you?" asked Kitty anxiously, as she studied Betty"s face.
"No--o," answered Betty slowly, "not ill; but it"s funny that what is so nice to think about before tea isn"t half as nice after."
"If I were you," said Dan pointedly, "I would go and sit in the meadow for a bit, and keep very still until it is time to go home."
"I think I will," said Betty gravely, and started; but they had all finished their meal by this time, and following Dan"s advice, strolled out once more to the scented garden, and down through the sloping meadow to the riverside. It was nearly time to wind their way homewards, but they must have a little rest first, and one more look at the river and the woods, so they perched themselves about on the old tree roots, which formed most comfortable and convenient seats--all but Dan, who seemed to prefer to perch on a rock which stood in the middle of the river, which was shallower here and wider. To get to it he had to take off his shoes and stockings and wade, which perhaps made up for the uncomfortableness of the seat when he reached it, and soon sent him wading back through the cool rippling water again.
The handkerchiefs of the family having been commandeered in place of a towel, and Dan"s feet clad once more, they all sat on in a state of lazy, happy content, playing "Ducks and Drakes," or talking, until at last Kitty, looking at the sky, saw with a shock that the sun was already setting, and realizing that they still had the long walk home before them, roused the party to sudden activity.
They were all on their feet in a moment. "I think we had better get out on the road by this gate, instead of going back to the house again," she said, hurrying towards one at the end of the field which brought them at once out on to the road.
"But hadn"t you better pay Mrs. Henderson?" questioned Betty, as she panted after her hurrying sister.
"Oh!" Kitty stood still and gasped, "I had quite forgotten! How stupid of me! I am glad you remembered, Betty," and they all streamed back to the farm again and into the little garden, more heavily scented than ever now as the flowers revived in the dew and cooler air.
Mrs. Henderson came out to them quite smilingly, and apparently not at all concerned about their debt to her. In her hand she was holding a flower-pot with a st.u.r.dy-looking little rose bush flowering in it.
The children eyed it admiringly. It had two delicate pink roses in full bloom on it, and several little buds. "I was wondering, missie," she said, turning to Betty, and holding out the rose to her, "if you would be pleased to have this little plant; "tis off my old monthly rose that I"ve had for so many years. I planted this one last year and it has come on nicely. Would you be pleased to accept it?"
Betty gasped. For a moment she was so surprised and overjoyed as to be speechless. "Me! For me!" she cried at last. "Oh, how lovely!
Thank you _so_ much, Mrs. Henderson. I"ll keep it always, and "tend to it myself every day. I have never had a plant of my own before, and I shall love it," and Betty took her rose in her arms and hugged it in pure joy.