"Oh _no_!" cried both the girls together, clutching the precious parcels they carried.
"But what"s the good?" said Guy; "we don"t know anyone who"s got a Christmas-tree to give them to."
Phyllis stopped short on the pavement, struck motionless by an idea.
"I know," she said: "we"ll have a tree of our very own."
"What"s the good if there"s no one to see it?"
"We"ll ask someone to see it."
"Who?"
"Sir Christopher!"
The daring and romance of this idea charmed even Guy. But he thought it would be better not to ask Sir Christopher to come to their house: "Servants are so odd," he said; "they might be rude to him, or something. No; we"ll get it ready, and we"ll wheel it round after dark, and ask him to let us light it in his yard. Then he won"t think we"re trying to pry into his house."
Half an hour later Guy staggered in, bearing a fir-tree.
"Only ninepence," he said; "it"s a bit lop-sided, but we can tie ivy on or something to make that right. I"m glad that old cat wouldn"t let us help. It"s much jollier like this."
The tree was planted in a pot that a dead azalea had lived in; and Mrs.
Philkins was quite forgotten in the joy of tr.i.m.m.i.n.g their own tree.
Besides the things they had made there were the lovely things they had bought--stars and flags, and a sugar bird-cage with a yellow bird in it, and a gla.s.s boat with gla.s.s sails, and a blue china bird with a tail of spun gla.s.s.
Guy went out and borrowed a wheelbarrow from the gardener who cut their gra.s.s when it was cut, and when the tree was trimmed he and Phyllis carried it downstairs. The top branch with the star on it got banged against the banisters, and the side branch got into Guy"s eye, and Phyllis"s thumb got jammed between the pot and the banister rail.
But what are trifles like these in an adventure like this?
They got the tree out of the front-door without being seen by the servants--a real triumph. They stood the pot in the barrow, and started to wheel it out of the front-gate. But directly they lifted the handles of the barrow the floor of it naturally ceased to be straight, and the flower-pot toppled over and cracked itself slightly against the side of the barrow, while the boughs of the tree, with their gay decorations, took the opportunity to entangle themselves in the bad-tempered leaves of the holly that stood there, and were disengaged with difficulty.
Then the pot refused to stand up, and at last it had to be laid down in the barrow, with its shiny treasures dangling over the front-wheel.
Then, the barrow was extremely heavy even without the tree in it; and the children did not go the nearest way to the Grotto, because they did not want to meet people, so they were thoroughly tired and extremely hot by the time they approached Sir Christopher c.o.c.klesh.e.l.l"s castle.
There was a bit of waste land close to it, where someone had once begun to build a house and had then thought better of it. A bit of this house"s wall was standing on each side of the s.p.a.ce where its front-door would have been if it had ever come to the point of having one. They wheeled the barrow in, and the light of a street lamp that obligingly shone through the door-s.p.a.ce made it possible for them to disentangle the little strings that had got twisted round each other, to disengage the gilt fish from the sugar bird-cage, and to take the gla.s.s bird out of the goose-bone armchair in which it was trying to sit. Also they set up all the candles--six dozen of them. This is done with tin-tacks, as no doubt you know.
"Now," said Guy, "one of us must go and ask if he"ll let us light it in his yard, and one of us must wait here with the tree."
"What about me?" said Mabel.
"You can do which you like," said Guy.
"I want to do both," said Mabel; "I want to stay with the pretty tree, _and_ I want to go and ask him if he wants us."
Mabel was still too small to understand thoroughly how hard it is, even for a grown-up person, to be in two places at once.
It ended in Guy"s staying with the tree.
"In case of attacks by boys," he said.
"Then I shall go with Phyllis," said Mabel.
Both girls felt their hearts go quite pitter-pattery when at last they stood on the doorstep of the castle.
"Why don"t you knock?" Mabel asked.
"I don"t like to," said Phyllis.
Mabel instantly knocked very loudly with a wooden ninepin-ball that she happened to have in her pocket.
"Oh, I _wish_ you hadn"t!" said Phyllis; "I wanted to think what to say first, and now there"s no time."
There certainly was not. The door opened a cautious inch, and a voice said:
"Who"s there?"
"It"s us," said Phyllis, "please. We don"t want to pry into your beautiful house like Jane"s brother Alf when he asked you for the drink of water, only we"ve made up a Christmas-tree, and may we stand it in your yard and light it--the candles, I mean?"
The door opened a little further, and a face looked out--the face, of course, of Sir Christopher. All the house that showed through the crack of the door didn"t, as Mabel said afterwards, show at all, because it was pitch-dark.
"I don"t quite understand," said Sir Christopher gently. Phyllis was a little surprised to find that the voice was what she called a gentleman"s voice.
"We--you were so kind carrying Mab across the road that water-carty day when it thundered----"
"Oh, it"s you, is it?" he said.
"Yes, it"s us; and they wouldn"t let us help with the school tree, and so we made one of our own and then we wanted someone to see it. And we thought of you, because you don"t seem to have many friends, and we thought---- But we"ll take it home again if you don"t care about it."
She stopped, just on the right side of tears.
"There"s a gla.s.s bird with a spun-lovely tail," said Mabel persuasively, "and sweets and fishes, and a crocodile that goes waggle-waddle when you wind him up."
"My dears," said Sir Christopher, and cleared his throat. "My dears," he began again, and again he stopped.
"We"ll go away if--if you"d rather," said Phyllis, and sniffed miserably.
"No, no!" he said; "no, no--I was only thinking. I never thought--would you like to bring the tree into the house? It"s just the sort of thing my little girl always liked."
"Oh yes," said Phyllis; "we"ll go and fetch it now."
He closed the door gently. The children flew back to Guy and the tree.
"Oh, Guy! we"ve to take the tree inside the house! And he"s got a little girl--at least, he says so. Come on, quick. We"d better carry it. The barrow"s so heavy, and it does interfere so!"
They carried the pot between them. It was very heavy, and they had to put it down and rest several times. But at last they dumped it down in the dark on the front-door step of the castle, and breathed deep breaths of fatigue, relief, and excitement.
The door opened, and opened wide, and this time light streamed from within.
"Welcome!" said Sir Christopher. "Come in. Let me help to lift it. What a beautiful tree!"