Nurse Heatherdale"s Story.
by Mary Louisa Molesworth.
CHAPTER I
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
I could fancy it was only yesterday! That first time I saw them. And to think how many years ago it is really! And how many times I have told the story--or, perhaps, I should say the _stories_, for after all it is only a string of simple day-by-day events I have to tell, though to me and to the children about me they seem so interesting and, in some ways, I think I may say, rather out of the common. So that now that I am getting old, or "beginning to think just a tiny bit about some day getting old," which is the only way Miss Erica will let me say it, and knowing that n.o.body else _can_ know all the ins and outs which make the whole just as I do, and having a nice quiet time to myself most days (specially since dear tiresome little Master Ramsey is off to school with his brothers), I am going to try to put it down as well as I can.
My "as well as I can" won"t be anything very scholarly or fine, I know well; but if one knows what one wants to say it seems to me the words will come. And the story will be there for the dear children, who are never sharp judging of old Heather--and for their children after them, maybe.
I was standing at our cottage door that afternoon--a beautiful summer afternoon it was, early in June. I was looking idly enough across the common, for our cottage stood--stands still, perhaps--I have not been there for many a year--just at the edge of Brayling Common, where it skirts the pine-woods, when I saw them pa.s.s. Quite a little troop they looked, though they were scarcely near enough for me to see them plainly. There was the donkey, old Larkins"s donkey, which they had hired for the time, with a tot of a girl riding on it, the page-boy leading it, and a nursemaid walking on one side, and on the other an older little lady--somewhere about ten years old she looked, though she was really only eight. What an air she had, to be sure! What a grand way of holding herself and stepping along like a little princess, for all that she and her sisters were dressed as simple as simple. Pink cotton frocks, if I remember right, a bit longer in the skirts than our young ladies wear them now, and nice white cotton stockings,--it was long before black silk ones were the fashion for children,--and ankle-strap shoes, and white sun-bonnets, made with casers and cords, nice and shady for the complexions, though you really had to be close to before you could see a child"s face inside of them. And some way behind, another little lady, a good bit shorter than Miss Bess--I meant to give all their names in order later on, but it seems strange-like not to say it--and looking quite three years younger, though there was really not two between them. And alongside of her a boy, thin and pale and darkish-haired--that, I could see, as he had no sun-bonnet of course, only a cap of some kind. He too was a good bit taller than Miss ----, the middle young lady I mean, though short for his age, which was eleven past. They were walking together, these two--they were mostly always together, and I saw that the boy was a little lame, just a touch, but enough to take the spring out of his step that one likes to see in a young thing. And though I couldn"t see her face, only some long fair curls, long enough to come below the cape of her bonnet, a feeling came over me that the child beside him was walking slow, keeping back as it were, on purpose to bear him company. There was something gentle and pitying-like in her little figure, in the way she went closer to the boy and took his hand when the nurse turned round and called back something--I couldn"t hear the words but I fancied the tone was sharp--to the two children behind, which made them press forward a little. The other young lady turned as they came nearer and said something with a sort of toss-up of her proud little head to the nurse.
And then I saw that she held out her hand to her younger sister, who kept hold all the same of the boy"s hand on the other side. And that was how they were walking when they went in among the trees and were lost to my sight.
But I still stood looking after them, even when there was nothing more of them to be seen. Not even the dog--oh, I forgot about him--he was the very last of the party--a brisk, shortish haired, wiry-looking rough terrier, who, just as he got to the entrance of the wood, turned round and stood for a moment barking, for all the world as if he might be saying, "My young ladies have gone a-walking in the wood now, and n.o.body"s to come a-troubling of them. So I give you fair notice." He did think, did Fusser, that was _his_ name, that he managed all the affairs of the family. Many a time we"ve laughed at him for it.
"Dear me," thought I to myself, "I could almost make a story out of those young ladies and gentleman, though I"ve only seen them for a minute, or two at the most."
For I was very fond of children even then, and knew a good deal about their ways, though not so much--no, nor nothing like--what I do now! But I was in rather a dreamy sort of humour. I had just left my first place,--that of nursery-maid with the family where my mother had been before me, and where I had stayed on older than I should have done by rights, because of thinking I was going to be married. And six months before, my poor Charles had died suddenly, or so at least it had seemed to us all. For he caught cold, and it went to his chest, and he was gone in a fortnight. The doctor said for all he looked strong, he was really sadly delicate, and it was bound to be sooner or later. It may have been true, leastways the doctor meant to comfort me by saying so, though I don"t know that I found much comfort in the thought. Not so much anyhow as in mother"s simple words that it was G.o.d"s will, and so it must be right. And in thinking how happy we had been. Never a word or a coldness all the four years we were plighted. But it was hard to bear, and it changed all my life for me. I never could bring myself to think of another.
Still I was only twenty-one, and after I"d been at home a bit, the young ladies would have me back to cheer me up, they said. I travelled with them that spring; but when they all went up to London, and Miss Marian was to be married, and the two little ones were all day with the governess, I really couldn"t for shame stay on when there was no need of me. So, though with many tears, I came home, and was casting about in my mind what I had best do--mother being hale and hearty, and no call for dress-making of a plain kind in our village--that afternoon, when I stood watching the stranger little gentry and old Larkins"s donkey and the dog, as they crossed the common into the firwood.
It was mother"s voice that woke me up, so to say.
"Martha," she called out in her cheery way, "what"s thee doing, child?
I"m about tidied up; come and get thy work, and let"s sit down a bit comfortable. I don"t like to see thee so down-like, and such bright summer weather, though mayhap the very sunshine makes it harder for thee, poor dear."
And she gave a little sigh, which was a good deal for her, for she was not one as made much talk of feelings and sorrows. It seemed to spirit me up somehow.
"I wasn"t like that just now, mother," I said cheerfully. "I"ve been watching some children--gentry--going over the common--three little young ladies and a boy, and Larkins"s donkey. They made me think of Miss Charlotte and Miss Marian when first I went there, though plainer dressed a good deal than our young ladies were. But real gentry, I should say."
"And you"d say right," mother answered. "They are lodging at Widow Nutfold"s, quite a party of them. Their father"s Sir----; dear, dear, I"ve forgot the name, but he"s a barrowknight, and the family"s name is Penrose. They come from somewhere far off, near by the sea--quite furrin parts, I take it."
"Not out of England, you don"t mean, do you?" I asked. For mother, of course, kept all her old country talk, while I, with having been so many years with Miss Marian and her sisters, and treated more like a friend than a servant, and great pains taken with my reading and writing, had come to speak less old-fashioned, so to say, and to give the proper meaning to my words. "Foreign parts really means out of this country, where they talk French or Italian, you know, mother."
But mother only shook her head.
"Nay," she said, "I mean what I say. Furrin parts is furrin parts. I wouldn"t say as they come from where the folks is n.i.g.g.e.r blacks, or from old Boney"s country neither, as they used to frighten us about when I was a child. But these gentry come from furrin parts. Why, I had it from Sarah Nutfold"s own lips, last Sat.u.r.day as never was, at Brayling market, and old neighbours of forty years; it"s not sense to think she"d go for to deceive me."
Mother was just a little offended, I could see, and I thought to myself I must take care of seeming to set her right.
"Of course not," I said. "You couldn"t have it surer than from Mrs.
Nutfold. I daresay she"s pleased to have them to cheer her up a bit.
They seem nice little ladies to look at, though they"re on the outside of plain as to their dress."
"And more sense, too," said mother. "I always thought our young ladies too expensive, though where money"s no consideration, "tis a temptation to a lady to dress up her children, I suppose."
"But they were never _over_-dressed," I said, in my turn, a little ruffled. "Nothing could be simpler than their white frocks to look at."
"Ay, to look at, I"ll allow," said mother. "But when you come to look _into_ them, Martha, it was another story. Embroidery and tucks and real Walansian!" and she held up her hands. "Still they"ve got it, and they"ve a right to spend it, seein" too as they"re generous to those who need. But these little ladies at Sarah"s are not rich, I take it. There was a deal of settlin" about the prices when my lady came to take the rooms. She and the gentleman"s up in London, but one or two of the children got ill and needed country air. It"s a heavy charge on Sarah Nutfold, for the nurse is not one of the old sort, and my lady asked Sarah, private-like, to have an eye on her."
"There now," I cried, "I could have said as much! The way she turned just now so sharp on the poor boy and the middle little lady. I could see she wasn"t one of the right kind, though I didn"t hear what she said. No one should be a nurse, or have to do with children, mother, who doesn"t right down love them in her heart."
"You"re about right there, Martha," mother agreed.
Just then father came in, and we sat round, the three of us, to our tea.
"It"s a pleasure to have thee at home again, my girl, for a bit," he said. And the kind look in his eyes made me feel both cheered and sad together. It was the first day I had been with them at tea-time, for I had got home pretty late the night before. "And I hope it"ll be a longish bit this time," he went on.
I gave a little sigh.
"I"d like to stay a while; but I don"t know that it would be good for me to stay very long, father, thank you," I said. "I"m young and strong and fit for work, and I"d like to feel I was able to help you and mother if ever the time comes that you"re laid by."
"Please G.o.d we"ll never need help of that kind, my girl," said father.
"But it"s best to be at work, I know, when one"s had a trouble. The day"ll maybe come, Martha, when you"ll be glad to have saved a little more for a home of your own, after all. So I"d not be the one to stand in your way, a few months hence--nor mother neither--if a good place offers."
"Thank you, father," I said again; "but the only home of my own I"ll ever care for will be here--by mother and you."
And so it proved.
I little thought how soon father"s words about not standing in my way if a nice place offered would be put to the test.
I saw the children who were lodging at Mrs. Nutfold"s several times in the course of the next week or two. They seemed to have a great fancy for the pine-woods, and from where they lived they could not, to get to them, but pa.s.s across the common within sight of our cottage. And once or twice I met them in the village street. Not all of them together--once it was only the two youngest with the nurse; they were waiting at the door of the post-office, which was also the grocer"s and the baker"s, while she was inside chattering and laughing a deal more than she"d any call to, it seemed to me. (I"m afraid I took a real right-down dislike to that nurse, which isn"t a proper thing to do before one has any certain reason for it.) And dear little ladies they looked, though the elder one--that was the middle one of the three--had rather an anxious expression in her face, that struck me. The baby--she was nearly three, but I heard them call her baby--was a little fat bundle of smiles and dimples. I don"t think even a cross nurse would have had power to trouble _her_ much.
Another time it was the two elder girls and the lame boy I met. It was a windy day, and the eldest Missy"s big flapping bonnet had blown back, so I had a good look at her. She was a beautiful child--blue eyes, very dark blue, or seeming so from the clear black eyebrows and thick long eyelashes, and dark almost black hair, with just a little wave in it; not so long or curling as her sister"s, which was out-of-the-way beautiful hair, but seeming somehow just to suit her, as everything about her did. She came walking along with the proud springing step I had noticed that first day, and she was talking away to the others as if to cheer and encourage them, even though the boy was full three years older than she, and supposed to be taking charge of her and her sister, I fancy.
"Nonsense, Franz," she was saying in her decided spoken way, "nonsense.
I won"t have you and Lally treated like that. And I don"t care--I mean I can"t help if it does trouble mamma. Mammas must be troubled about their children sometimes; that"s what being a mamma means."
I managed to keep near them for a bit. I hope it was not a mean taking-advantage. I have often told them of it since--it was really that I did feel such an interest in the dear children, and my mind misgave me from the first about that nurse--it did so indeed.
"If only----" said the boy with a tiny sigh. But again came that clear-spoken little voice, "Nonsense, Franz."
I never did hear a child of her age speak so well as Miss Bess. It"s pretty to hear broken talking in a child sometimes, lisping, and some of the funny turns they"ll give their words; but it"s even prettier to hear clear complete talk like hers in a young child.
Then came a gentle, pitiful little voice.
"It isn"t nonsense, Queen, darling. It"s _howid_ for Franz, but it wasn"t nonsense he was going to say. I know what it was," and she gave the boy"s hand a little squeeze.
"It was only--if aunty _was_ my mamma, Bess, but you know she isn"t. And _aunts_ aren"t forced to be troubled about not their own children."
"Yes they are," the elder girl replied. "At least when they"re instead of own mammas. And then, you know, Franz, it"s not only you, it"s Lally too, and----"
That was all I heard. I couldn"t pretend to be obliged to walk slowly just behind them, for in reality I was rather in a hurry, so I hastened past; but just as I did so, their little dog, who was with them, looked up at me with a friendly half-bark, half-growl. That made the children smile at me too, and for the life of me, even if "twas not good manners, I couldn"t help smiling in return.
"Hasn"t her a nice face?" I heard the second little young lady say, and it sent me home with quite a warm feeling in my heart.