"I had meant you to sit still with him, my dear."
"But he cried so," said the boy.
However, there was no harm done, though I thought to myself I"d be more careful than ever, but unluckily just as we were within a few steps of the house whom should we see but my lady coming to meet us. I"m never one for hiding things, but I did wish she had not happened to come just then.
She noticed the scratch in a moment, as she stooped to kiss the baby, though really there was nothing to mind, seeing the dear child so rosy and happy looking.
"What"s the matter with his nose?" she said quickly. "You haven"t any pins about you, nurse, surely?"
Pins were not in my way, certainly, but I could have found it in my heart to wish I could own to one just then, for Master Francis started forward.
"Oh no! Aunt Helen," he said, "it was my fault. I was walking him about for a minute or two, while nurse went after Baby, and my foot slipt, but I only came down on my knees and _he_ didn"t fall. It was only a twig scratched his nose, a tiny bit."
My lady grew first red then white.
"He might have been killed," she said; and she caught the baby from me and kissed him over and over again. Then she turned to Master Francis, and I could see that she was doing her best to keep in her anger.
"Francis, how dared you, after what I said the other day so very strongly about your _never_ carrying the baby? Your own sense might have told you you are not able to carry him, but besides that, what I said makes it distinct disobedience. Nurse, did you _know_ of it?"
"It was I myself gave Master Bevil to Master Francis to hold," I said, flurried like at my lady"s displeasure. "I hadn"t meant him to walk about with him."
"Of course not," said my lady. "There now, you see, Francis, double disobedience! I must speak to your uncle. Take back baby, nurse, he must have some _pomade divine_ on his nose when he gets in;" and before any of us had time to speak again she had turned and hurried back to the house. My lady had always a quick way with her, pleased or displeased.
"She"s gone to tell papa," said the young ladies, looking very distressed.
Master Francis was quite white and shaking like.
"Nurse," he said at last, when he had got voice enough to speak, "I really don"t know what auntie meant about something she said the other day."
"O Franz! you can"t have forgotten," said Miss Bess, who often spoke sharply when she was really very sorry. "Mamma did say most plainly that none of us were to carry baby about."
But the boy still looked quite puzzled, and when we talked it over, we were all satisfied that he hadn"t been in the room at the time.
"I must try to put it right with my lady," I said, feeling that if any one had been to blame in the matter it was certainly me much more than Master Francis, for not having kept my eye better on Miss Baby in the wood.
But we were a very silent and rather sad party as we made our way back slowly to the house.
I couldn"t see my lady till late that evening, and then, though I did my best, I didn"t altogether succeed. She had already spoken to Sir Hulbert, and nothing would convince her that Master Francis had not heard at least some part of what she said.
Sir Hulbert was always calm and just; he sent for the boy the next morning, and had a long talk with him. Master Francis came back to the nursery looking pale and grave, but more thoughtful than unhappy.
"Uncle has been very good and kind," was all he said. "And I will try never to vex him and auntie again."
Later that evening, when he happened to be alone with me, after the young ladies had gone to bed, he said a little more. I was sitting by the fire with Master Bevil on my knee. Master Francis knelt down beside me and kissed the little creature tenderly. Then he stroked his tiny nose--the mark of the scratch had almost gone already.
"You darling!" he said. "Oh! how glad I am you weren"t really hurt.
Nurse," he went on, "I"d do anything for this baby, I do _love_ him so.
I only wish I could say it to auntie the way I can to you. If only I were big and strong, or very clever, and could work for him, to get him everything he should have, and then it would make up a little for all the trouble I"ve been always to them."
He spoke quite simply. There wasn"t a thought of himself--as if he had anything to complain of, or put up with, I mean--in what he said. But all the more it touched me very much, and I felt the tears come into my eye, but I wouldn"t have Master Francis see it, and I began laughing and playing with the baby.
"See his dear little feet," I said. "They"re almost the prettiest part of him. He kicks so, he wears out his little boots in no time. It would be nice if Miss Lally could knit some for him."
Master Francis looked surprised.
"Why," he said, "do you call those little white things boots? And are they made the same way as my socks? I"ve got them on now; aren"t they splendid? I really think it was very clever of Lally."
CHAPTER XI
IN DISGRACE AGAIN
He held out one foot to be admired.
"Yes," I said, "they are very nice indeed, and Miss Lally was so patient about them. I"ll have to think of some other knitting for her."
"O nurse!" said Master Francis quickly, then he stopped. "I must ask Lally first," he went on; and I heard him say, as if speaking to himself--"it would be nice to please auntie."
For a day or two after that I saw there was some mystery going on.
Master Francis and Miss Lally were whispering together and looking very important, and one fine afternoon the secret was confided to me.
Miss Bess was out with her mamma, and Master Francis had disappeared when we came in from our walk, a rather short one that day. Suddenly, just as we were sitting down to tea, and I was wondering what had become of him, he hurried in, and threw a small soft white packet on to Miss Lally"s lap.
"O Francie!" she said, "have you really got it?"
Then she undid the parcel and showed it to me; it was white wool.
"Francie has bought it with his own money," she said, "for me to knit a pair of boots for baby, and oh! nursie, will you show me how? They"re to be a present from Francie and me; me the knitting and Francie the wool, and we want it to be quite a secret till they"re ready. It"s so warm now I can knit up in the attic. Won"t mamma be pleased?"
"Certainly, my dear," I said. "I"ll do my best to teach you. They"ll be rather difficult, for we"ll have to put in some fancy st.i.tches, but I think you can manage it now."
Master Francis stood by, looking as interested and pleased as Miss Lally herself.
"That was all the wool Prideaux" daughter had," he said. "Do you think there"ll be enough, nurse? She"ll have some more in a few days."
"I doubt if there"ll be enough," I said, "but I can tell better when we"ve got them begun."
Begun they were, that very evening. Miss Lally and Master Francis set to work to wind the wool, having first spent some time at an extra washing of their hands, for fear of soiling it in the very least.
"It"s so beautifully white," said Miss Lally, "like it says in the Bible, isn"t it, nursie? It would be a pity to dirty it."
Dear me! how happy those two were over their innocent secret, and how little I thought what would come of Master Bevil"s white wool bootikins!
The knitting got on nicely, though there were some difficulties in the way. The weather was getting warmer, and it is not easy for even little ladies to keep their hands quite spotlessly clean. The ball of wool had to be tied up in a little bag, as it would keep falling on the floor, and besides this, Miss Lally spread out a clean towel in the corner where she sat to work in the attic.