"But you"re not that, my dear; you"re a very real little girl," I said.
"You"re your papa"s and mamma"s dear little daughter and G.o.d"s own child. That"s what your christening meant."
Miss Lally"s sobs stopped.
"I forgot about that," she said very gravely, seeming to find great comfort in the thought. "If I had been a pertence little girl, I couldn"t have been took to church like Baby was. Could I? And I know I was, for I have got G.o.dfather and G.o.dmother and a silver mug wif my name on."
"And better things than that, thank G.o.d, as you"ll soon begin to understand, my dear Miss Lally," I answered, as she held up her little face to be kissed.
"May I go back to Queen now?" she asked, but I don"t think she was altogether sorry when I shook my head.
"Not just yet, my dear, I think," I replied.
"Only where am I to do my knitting?" she whispered. "I can"t do it here; Francie would be sure to see," and the corners of her mouth began to go down again. "Oh! I know," she went on in another moment, brightening up.
"I could work so nicely in the attic, there"s a little seat in the corner, by the window, where Francie and I used to go sometimes when Sharp told us to get out of the way."
"Wouldn"t you be cold, my dear," I said doubtfully. But I was anxious to please her, so I fetched a little shawl for her and we went up together to the attic.
It did not feel chilly, and the corner by the window--the kind they call a "storm window," with a sort of little separate roof of its own--was very cosy. You have a peep of the sea from that window too.
"Isn"t it a good plan?" said Miss Lally joyfully. "I can knit here _so_ nicely, and I have been getting on so well this afternoon. There"s no st.i.tches dropped, not one, nursie. Mightn"t I come here every day?"
"We"ll see, my dear," I said, thinking to myself that it might really be good for her--being a nervous child, and excitable too, for all she seemed so quiet--to be at peace and undisturbed now and then by herself.
"We"ll see, only you must come downstairs at once if you feel cold or chilly."
I looked round me as I was leaving the attic. There was a big cupboard, or closet rather, at the end near the door. Miss Lally"s window was at this end too. The closet door stood half open, but it seemed empty.
"That"s where we wait when we"re playing "I spy" up here," said Miss Lally. "Mouses live in that cupboard. We"ve seen them running out of their holes; but I like mouses, they"ve such dear bright eyes and long tails."
I can"t say that I agreed with Miss Lally"s tastes. Mice are creatures I"ve never been able to take to, still they"d do her no harm, that was certain, so seeing her quite happy at her work I went down to the nursery again.
CHAPTER VIII
THE OLD LATIN GRAMMAR
Master Francis was still writing busily when I went back to the nursery.
He looked pale and tired, and once or twice I heard him sigh. I knew it was not good for him to be stooping so long over his lessons, especially as the children had not been out all that day.
"Really," I said, half to myself, but his ears were quick and he heard me, "Miss Bess has done nothing but mischief this afternoon. I feel sometimes as if I couldn"t manage her."
The boy looked up quickly.
"O nurse!" he said, "please don"t speak like that. I mean I wouldn"t for anything have uncle or auntie think I had put her out, or that there had been any trouble. It just comes over her sometimes like that, and she"s very sorry afterwards. I suppose Lally and I haven"t spirits enough for her, she is so clever and bright, and it must be dull for her, now and then."
"I"m sure, Master Francis, my dear," I said, "no one could be kinder and nicer with Miss Bess than you; and as for cleverness, she may be quick and bright, but I"d like to know where she"d be for her lessons but for you helping her many a time."
I was still feeling a bit provoked with Miss Bess, I must allow.
"I"m nearly three years older, you know," replied Master Francis, though all the same I could see a pleased look on his face. It wasn"t that he cared for praise--boy or man, I have never in my life known any human being so out and out humble as Mr. Francis; it"s that that gives him his wonderful power over others, I"ve often thought,--but he did love to think he was of the least use to any of those he was so devoted to.
"I"m so glad to help her," he said softly. "Nurse," he added after a little silence, "I do feel so sad about things sometimes. If I had been big and strong, I might have looked forward to doing all sorts of things for them all, but now I often feel I can never be anything but a trouble, and such an expense to uncle and aunt. You really don"t know what my leg costs," he added in a way that made me inclined both to laugh and cry at once.
"Dear Master Francis," I said, "you shouldn"t take it so." I should have liked to say more, but I felt I could scarcely do so without hinting at blame where I had no right to do so.
He didn"t seem to notice me.
"If it had to be," he went on in the same voice, "why couldn"t I have been a girl, or why couldn"t one of them have been a boy? That would have stopped it being quite so bad for poor auntie."
"Whys and wherefores are not for us to answer, my dear, though things often clear themselves up when least expected," I said. "And now I must see what Miss Bess is after, that"s to say if you"ve got your writing finished."
"It"s just about done," he said, "and I"m sure Bess won"t tease any more. Do fetch her in, nurse. Why, baby! what is it, my pet?" he added, for there was Miss Augusta standing beside him, having deserted her toys on the hearthrug. For, though without understanding anything we had been saying, she had noticed the melancholy tone of her cousin"s voice.
"Poor F"ancie," she said pitifully. "So tired, Baby wants to kiss thoo."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Poor F"ancie," she said pitifully. "So tired, Baby wants to kiss thoo."]
The boy picked her up in his arms, and I saw the fair s.h.a.ggy head and fat dimpled cheeks clasped close and near to his thin white face, and if there were tears in Master Francis"s eyes I am sure it wasn"t anything to be ashamed of. Never was a braver spirit, and no one that knows him now could think him less a hero could they look back over the whole of his life.
I found Miss Bess sitting quietly with the pincushion on her lap, by the window, making patterns with the pins, apparently quite content. She had not been crying, indeed it took a great deal to get a tear from that child, she had such a spirit of her own. Still she was sorry for what she had done, and she bore no malice, that I could see by the clear look in her pretty eyes as she glanced up at me.
"Nurse," she said, though more with the air of a little queen granting a favour than a tiresome child asking to be forgiven, "I"m not going to tease any more. It"s gone now, and I"m going to be good. I"m very sorry for making Lally cry, though she is a little silly--of course I wouldn"t care to do it if she wasn"t,--and I"m _dreadfully_ sorry for poor old Franz"s exercise. Look what I have been doing to make me remember," and I saw that she had marked the words "Bess sorry" with the pins. "If you leave it there for a few days, and just say "pincushion" if you see me beginning again, it"ll remind me."
It wasn"t very easy for me to keep as grave as I wished, but I answered quietly--
"Very well, Miss Bess, I hope you"ll keep to what you say," and we went back, quite friendly again, to the other room.
Master Francis and she began settling what games they would play, and I took the opportunity of slipping upstairs to the attic to call Miss Lally down. She came running out, as bright as could be, and gave me her knitting to hide away for her.
"Nursie," she said, "I really think there"s good fairies in the attic.
I"ve got on so well. Four whole rows all round and none st.i.tches dropped."
So that rainy day ended more cheerfully than it had begun.
Unluckily, however, the worst of the mischief caused by Miss Bess"s heedlessness didn"t show for some little time to come. The next Latin lesson pa.s.sed off by all accounts very well, especially for Miss Bess.
For, thanks to her new resolutions, she was in a most biddable mood, and quite ready to take her cousin"s advice as to learning her list of words again, giving up half an hour of her playtime on purpose.
She came dancing upstairs in the highest spirits.
"Nursie," she said,--and when she called me so I knew I was in high favour,--"I"m getting so good, I"m quite frightened at myself. Papa said I had never known my lessons so well."
"I am very glad, I am sure, my love; and I hope," I couldn"t help adding, "that Master Francis got some of the praise of it."
For Master Francis was following her into the room, looking not quite so joyful. Miss Bess seemed a little taken aback.
"Do you know," she said, "I never thought of it. I was so pleased at being praised." And as the child was honesty itself, I was certain it was just as she said.