"I"ve been a widower some time," sighed Horace, laying his hand on the left pocket of his blue swallow-tail coat.
His costume was as droll as the girls"; for Uncle Augustus, who had figured the week before in some private tableaux, had a full Brother Jonathan suit.
"The man in the Moon, if you please, Mother Hubbard, come down to inquire the way to Norridge."
"Ah! I"m afraid you"ve "come down too soon." Didn"t you forget your whiskers?"
Horace rubbed his upper lip thoughtfully. "Will you inform me, ma"am, where I can get a boarding-place? I"m sort of turned round. Growing place. Last time I was down, there were only a few houses here; now it"s pretty thick settled back of the meeting-house."
"I"ll take you," said Mother Hubbard, putting her handkerchief to her face. "How would my dog feel if he knew I had come to this!"
"Come to what, ma"am?"
"Why, to New York, to take boarders."
"Are you in _indigenous_ circ.u.mstances, madam? And have you seen the first society? If so, I may possibly conclude to come too," said Dotty, sweeping forward, and losing a hair-pin out of her chignon.
"O, what a fascinating creature!" said the Man in the Moon, making an eye-gla.s.s of his thumb and forefinger, and gazing at the lady boarder.
"_Are_ you a widow, ma"am?"
"Well, they don"t say nuffin" "bout fixin" _me_ up! Guess I shan"t go to the party!" exclaimed Fly, opening and closing her eyes in token of outraged dignity.
Prudy took her into auntie"s room, and proceeded at once to robe her in her own night-dress, with a lace night-cap, and a cologne-mat for a bib.
"Hollis didn"t say for me to be such a _long_ baby," sniffled Fly, trying in vain to clear her feet from the trailing skirt.
"This is your slip, dear. You"re only a baby--musn"t try to walk."
"Then my papa must carry me down stairs," said Fly, entering into the spirit of the play. "You tell him so--I can"t tell him, for I can"t talk. _Argoo-goo._ My teeth haven"t camed."
"If you please, Master Clifford," said Nathaniel, appearing at the head of the stairs. Then he stopped short with surprise, hardly knowing the children in their strange attire; but being too dignified to laugh aloud, added, with a grim smile,--
"The woman that brought Miss Fly home the other day is down in the dining-room, and says,"Can she see one of the family?""
"A little girl with her, Nat?"
"Yes, sir; the blind girl is with her."
"And the freckled doggie!" asked "the long baby," suddenly raising her head from her father"s shoulder. "I meant to told "em to bringed that doggie."
"Let"s all go down and see," said Mother Hubbard.
When they entered the dining-room, Mrs. Brooks started up in dismay.
She had left her sick husband, and come a long distance through the storm, only to find Mrs. Allen gone, and a parcel of children decked out like circus-riders. It seemed like a cruel mockery.
"Beg pardon," said she. "Maria, we"ll go home now."
Maria was sitting near her mother, trying to force back the tears which would find their way through her closed eyes.
"You poor dear girl," said Mother Hubbard, going up to her, and taking her hand. "My auntie was so sorry to go off to-day, just when you were coming! but she had to, for Uncle Augustus is sick. And it looks funny to you--I mean to your mother--to see us dressed up this way; but auntie said we might, just to keep us from being so lonesome. And Mrs. Brooks, she wants you to call again the day after _the day after_ to-morrow. She thinks she"ll be home then."
"Yes"m," struck in my Lady Magnifico! "She thinks she"ll come then with Uncle "Gustus. He isn"t much sick. If he was going to die, we wouldn"t dress up so, certainly."
"No," replied Mrs. Brooks, smiling. "It"s just as well; my Maria must have patience; that"s all."
"Patience!" thought Maria; "haven"t I had it, and had it?--But I do suppose G.o.d will attend to me when He thinks best. Is this what they call waiting on the Lord?"
"When you come nex" time, I hope you"ll bring that doggie," said Fly.
Then they went away, and the last thing Maria listened to was Fly"s melodious voice; and the last thing Fly looked at was Mrs. Brooks"s nose moving up and down.
CHAPTER IV.
GOING TO HOUSEKEEPING.
It was nearly noon before Mrs. Fixfax had made her room ready for housekeeping. She turned up her bed into a press that stood beside the wall, brought in a high chair, a small rocking chair, two ottomans, some pictures and picture-books, and nearly all the curiosities she could find in the house. A cunning little cooking-stove, highly polished, was set against the chimney, and the drollest shovel and tongs seemed to be making "dumb love" to each other across the fireplace, like a black Punch and Judy. Then there was a pair of brazen-faced bellows, hanging, nose downward, on a bra.s.s nail; a large table in one corner, with a cake-board on it, and near it a cupboard made out of an old clothes-press, with dishes in it, and flour, sugar, raisins, spices, rolling-pin, "aerating egg-beater," yellow bowls, wooden spoons, and everything that could be needed in cooking for a very large family.
There were five rugs spread on the carpet, and a large oilcloth under the stove. Last, but not least, Mrs. Fixfax brought Mrs. Allen"s tortoise-sh.e.l.l cat, and set her in a stuffed chair by the west window.
Then she called the children; and Mother Hubbard and Lady Magnifico rushed in, followed by the Man in the Moon and his baby.
"Good morning, all; I hope I see you well," said Mrs. Fixfax, as sober as Nathaniel himself. "This room is yours as long as you like. Make yourselves perfectly at home."
"Thank you ever so much," replied Mother Hubbard, bobbing her head, while the "pillow-sham" ruffles waved this way and that, like a field of ripe grain.
"Whenever you want anything, just ring this bell, and I will come; or, if you ring the other one, it will bring Rachel. And, Miss Prudy, here is the "Young Housekeeper"s Friend;" perhaps you would like to look it over."
Mother Hubbard blushed to her cap-border, and took the book with another "Thank you ever so much," but did not know what else to say to such a dignified woman.
The truth was, Mrs. Fixfax was trying so hard to keep from laughing, that her manner was rather stiff and cold.
"I have left the ventilator open," thought she. "The children are full of talk, and I don"t want to lose a word. Besides, Mrs. Allen would consider it safer for me to know all that"s going on."
"There, glad she"s gone," said Lady Magnifico, as Mrs. Fixfax"s stately form disappeared.
"She isn"t as pretty as the _new_ Miss _Fixfix_. "Spect she"s got the toothache," suggested the talking infant, who was trying to lie and coo on a rug, but was unable to do it.
"Well said, little Toddle; false toothache, hey?"
"Are they false, Mr. Moony? Then that was why she puckered up her lips so funny," said Mother Hubbard; "it was to keep "em in!"
"Yes; and take her, teeth and all, her face has about as much expression as a platter of cold hash. I"ll leave it to you if it hasn"t, Prue."
"Why, there, Miss Fixfix never asked me to kiss her one time," said Fly, with sudden astonishment.