"Yes," added the doctor; "go, there"s a good gnat, and sting "em like sixty, if they don"t start quick."
Nathaniel obeyed, looking as dignified as ever, though nothing but a strong sense of propriety kept him from smiling.
He had not crossed the hall before Mother Hubbard entered the parlor, dragging Fly, who was pinned to her skirts.
Mother Hubbard was flushed and excited, her nose dusted with flour, her cap pulled entirely over her forehead; and she was saying, in a loud tone, "I can"t take any peace of my life, Fly Clifford, you know I can"t, unless I get you fastened somehow."
"I don"t "low folks to _fa.s.sin_ me," responded Fly, shaking her lace cap in a blaze of wrath; "the next that _fa.s.sins_ me, I"ll _scwatch who did it_!"
It was not at all like either of the children to talk in this way, any more than it was like them to be dressed in such ridiculous costume. The effect upon the lady visitor was quite startling. She started, smiled, rose from her chair, and held out her hand.
"Now tell me if this isn"t Miss Prudy Parlin. I have seen your picture, my love."
What eyes, to spy out a likeness under all the flour and furbelows, not to mention the green spectacles! Prudy quivered like a frightened mouse, but could not get away, for a trap was sprung upon her; a steel-gloved hand was holding her fast.
"I am Madam Pragoffyetski, a Polish runaway. You may not have heard of me, but I know all about Prudy and little Thistledown Flyaway."
"Nicely, thank you, m"m," responded Miss Fly, in a voice as faint as the peep of a chicken; at the same time darting forward and tearing a piece out of her slip. "If she runned away I"d be "shamed to tell of it."
"How awful for her to come here!" thought Mother Hubbard, stealing a timid glance at the lady"s ermine m.u.f.f. "She looks nice, but I don"t want anything to do with such people."
"Don"t be afraid of me, dears," said the lady, laughing; "I call myself a runaway just in sport. I am a warm admirer of yours, and my dear friend, your auntie, has promised me a visit from you. I came on purpose to ask you, and your sister, and your cousins to my house to dinner to-morrow. Will you come?"
Mother Hubbard gazed doubtfully at the steel-colored glove. What could she say?
"Thank you ever so much, Mrs.--Mrs. Pradigoff, but Fly is not allowed to go out."
Flyaway was greatly chagrined.
"Well, I--I _solomon_ promised," said she, casting down her guilty eyes, as she remembered the orange man; "I solomon promised I would"t go ou"
doors, _athout_ somebody _lets_ me."
"There"s a tender conscience for you," laughed the Polish lady. "Why was she not to go out, Miss Prudy?"
"Because she is so quick-motioned, ma"am. Before you know it she"s lost.
That"s the reason I pinned her to my dress. You see, ma"am, we are playing "keep house.""
"O, if her quickness is all the trouble, I"ll take the responsibility that she shan"t get lost. I"ll bind her fast with a silken chain.
Really, children, my heart is set on your coming. My house is full of things that make a noise--a canary, a paroquet, a mocking-bird, a harp, a piano, and a guitar. And--"
Mrs. Pragoff did not add that she had invited a little party to meet them. She was afraid of frightening the timid souls.
"Would you like to come, Miss Prudy? Tell me honestly, now."
There was no need to ask Fly. She was dancing for joy--the absurd little image.
"O, yes"m; I"d be delighted," replied Mother Hubbard, a smile lighting up her face even to the floury tip of her nose. "And I think Horace and Dotty would, too. Shall I go and ask?"
Yes, Horace and Dotty were both pleased with the idea.
"She"s a foreigner," said Prudy, doubtfully; "but she talks our language beautifully. She"s a dear friend of auntie"s, too."
"What I object to," said Horace, "is taking Toddlekins; but I may possibly hire her to stay at home."
It was finally decided that Mrs. Pragoff should call next day and take the children to church with her, and thence home to a Christmas dinner.
She laughed, as she rolled away in her carriage, thinking what droll figures they were, and how Prudy blinked through her gla.s.ses.
"So I shan"t have to cook but one meal more, and that will be breakfast," thought Mother Hubbard, her tired heart leaping up with something like joy.
They sat down to dinner at last.
"Tea urn been standing on the table all this while?" asked Dr.
Moonshine, resuming his critical manners; ""twould take the tea some time to freeze on here, Mrs. Hubbard, if that is what you"re trying to do with it!"
Mrs. Hubbard pretended not to hear.
"She"s blind of her ears, papa; you have to speak loud."
"What makes your child"s face so red, doctor?" asked the landlady, pouring hot water till it overran the cup; "don"t the darling feel well?"
"Yes"m, pitty well; only but the white tea gets in my cheeks and makes "em too hot."
"White tea, I should think," remarked Dr. Moonshine; "why, Mother Hubbard, the tea-leaf in your urn must feel rather lonesome."
Mother Hubbard took off the cover and peeped in.
"None there, as true as you live! I"ll jump right up, doctor, and stew two or three handfuls."
"Don"t rise for me, ma"am; don"t rise for me. We"ll swallow the will for the deed, ma"am; the will for the deed."
"It"s always so, doctor," said Lady Magnifico, in an undertone; "we"ve had to swallow these mistakes from time _immortal_."
Her ladyship meant "immemorial." She was surprised at the ease with which she used large words.
"All the mistakes are owing to the eccentricity of genius," said the doctor, bowing to Mother Hubbard. "Our landlady is what is called "absent." Here"s a health to our _absent_ friend."
"You"ll have to excuse the biscuit," said Mother Hubbard, nervously. "I mixed "em too tight, and I think the flour"s half corn, they look so yellow; it _can"t_ be all soda."
"I presume not _all_ soda; some mixture of flour and water. But where are they, ma"am?"
"O, I put them in the cupboard. I thought you"d like crackers better."
"But these are the _mizzerble_ kind, that don"t split," said Lady Magnifico, in tragic tones; "I told you so to-day noon."
"Stop a minute, Miss Hubbard; my coffee"s too sour," cried the youngest, determined to scowl as hard as Dotty did, if it was a possible thing.
The worried landlady pa.s.sed the sugar, and the small boarder corrected the _sourness_ of her white tea with three teaspoonfuls, heaping measure.