"And this transpired at Trinity Church," said Colonel Allen, intensely amused. "Rather severe for a woman who worships Saint Grundy."
"Saint who? I thought she was queer, or she wouldn"t run away," said Dotty, much shocked.
"Fie, Augustus!" said Aunt Madge, who was laughing herself. "I wouldn"t have had this happen on any account. Mrs. Pragoff asked me, before the children came, if I would let them visit her; but I gave her no decided answer; thought, perhaps I might go with them just to drink tea. But the idea of her taking them while I was gone! And her house so full of elegant little trifles! How much did Fly break?"
"Nothing, auntie," replied Horace. "I didn"t let her stir but I was after her. I flatter myself I saved considerable property."
"There, Margery, don"t mind it," said Uncle Augustus. "Mrs. Pragoff needed all this mortification to humble her pride. Come here, Fly; here"s a bonbon for you. They say you are going about doing good without any more intention of it than the goose that saved Rome."
"That reminds me to inquire," said Aunt Madge, "if Fly"s blind girl came that day?"
"Yes, auntie, and she was so sorry you were gone; but they will be here again to-morrow."
"It was too bad to disappoint her," said Aunt Madge, with such lovely pity in her face that Prudy seized one of her hands and kissed it.
"I tell you what it is," broke in Dotty; "I always thought Mrs. Pragoff must be queer as soon as I heard she came from Poland, where grandma"s cropple-crown hen came from; don"t you remember, Prudy? the one that hatched the duck"s eggs. But I didn"t know she worshipped things. Only I noticed that she didn"t buy any black pins when those pitiful little boys ran after us, and said, "O, lady! please, lady!" I thought that was mean."
"Miss Dotty Dimple, come sit on my knee, and let me explain. Mrs.
Pragoff is no heathen. She only loves to dress elegantly, and your auntie and I sometimes think she cares too much about it, and about what other people say. That was what I meant by her "worshipping Saint Grundy;" but it was ill-natured of me to criticise her. As for the black pins, she is a remarkably benevolent woman, Puss; but she can"t buy black pins _all_ the time; you may set that down as a fact. Why, Fly, what now?"
The child had snapped her bonbon, and, instead of candy, had found a red paper riding cap trimmed with gold fringe; with this on her head, she was climbing the drop-light, a la monkey. Fortunately the gas had been lighted only in the chandelier; but three inches more, and Fly"s gold ta.s.sels would have been on fire. Uncle Augustus rose in alarm; but Horace laughed, believing the little witch could be trusted to keep out of fire and water.
After dinner, as they were returning to the parlor, Uncle Augustus said to his wife,--
"Between us, Margery, I don"t believe you"d dare invite that little will-o"-the-wisp here again without her mother."
"Never," returned auntie, laughing,--
""Till a" the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi" the sun.""
They all sat chatting around the parlor fire,--Uncle Augustus always would have an open fire,--when Dotty slipped out un.o.bserved, and went round the house hunting for the lost rings. She went first to auntie"s chamber, and looked in the blue pocket; but it was empty. The wardrobe and closet had been restored to perfect order, and the jewel cabinet was not to be seen. Then she went slowly along to the housekeeper"s room, and knocked, with her heart in her mouth.
"How do you do, Mrs. Fixfax? Isn"t it nice to get that old stove out? I thought you"d let me come in and look to see if I"ve--I"ve left anything."
"Certainly, dear. What have you lost?" Mrs. Fixfax went on with her reading, and did not seem to hear Dotty"s muttered answer about "running round so when Fly was sick. Didn"t know but she"d put--wasn"t sure.--Guessed not."
"Why, you see," said Dotty, to herself, as she left the room with downcast eyes, "it"s no use to hunt there. Cupboard"s gone, stove"s gone. Nothing in the bathroom but soap and towels. I believe auntie"s cat has swallowed those rings."
She went back to Mrs. Allen"s room, turned the gas higher, and looked mournfully at herself in the gla.s.s.
"Shall I tell her the truth, that they"re gone, and I lost them? Would my dear Aunt Madge go and take all father"s money away? Mother says we must do what is right, and G.o.d will take care of the rest."
Just then Fly entered, followed by Mrs. Allen.
"You here, Dotty? I see my chamber is in excellent order. Let me look at the drawers. What? My jewel cabinet? Didn"t I lock that in the safe? All right, no doubt, but I"ll examine it."
She wheeled up a little easy-chair, sat down, and poured the jewels into her lap. What were Dotty"s feelings as she stood there looking on? The gas-light seemed to turn the glittering diamonds into points of flame; but Dotty could not help gazing.
Why, what was that? Did her eyes deceive her? That ring with gla.s.s raspberry seeds! And, O, was it possible? The one like a drop of blood with ice frozen over it! Both there.
She learned afterwards that Mrs. Fixfax had found the rings in the bottom of the ivory bathing-tub, where Fly had had her "turkey wash."
Hark! Auntie was counting: "One, two, three, four. All safe. Not that I supposed any one would meddle with my cabinet, of course."
"Auntie," burst forth Dotty, her face tingling with shame, "_I_ did. I wore two of those rings, and lost "em off my thumbs. I don"t see how they ever came back in that cabinet, for the only thing I know certain true is, I never put "em there. O, auntie, if I had"t found "em, I was "most afraid to tell you about it, because my father"s so poor."
"Child, child, you wouldn"t have deceived me? I could bear anything better than that. And, Dotty, I don"t believe it of you. You would have told the truth."
"Yes, auntie, I do guess I should. It"s better to eat fried pork than to act out a lie." What the truth had to do with eating fried pork, Aunt Madge could not imagine; but she a.s.sured Dotty she fully believed her when she promised not to meddle in future; and the child bounded down stairs with a heart like a bubble.
Fly had come up to go to bed.
"I"ve found sumpin," cried she, peeping into a basket behind the door.
"It"s got eyes, and I know it"s a doggie."
"You little rogue! I didn"t mean you should see that dog to-night."
"O, it"s no matter "bout me. If _Dotty"d_ seen it, she"d been _"spectin"_ it!"
The quick-witted child knew just as well then as she did next morning, that the dog--a King Charles spaniel--was intended for her. Mrs. Allen was so amused that she could scarcely sing Fly"s by-low hymn:---
"Sleep, little one, like a lamb in the fold.
Shut from the tempest, safe from the cold; Sleep, little one, like a star in the sky, Wrapped in a cloud, while the storm-wind sweeps by."
It was quite as hard to keep a grave face when Fly added to her evening prayer the pet.i.tion,--
"G.o.d f"give me speakin" a naughty word _"fore Miss Perdigoff_."
"What naughty word, darling?"
"Hunkydory," replied Fly, with a deep sense of guilt. Not that she thought it wrong to use a coa.r.s.e word, only wrong to use it ""fore Miss Perdigoff."
Aunt Madge entered into a short explanation of the true nature of right and wrong; but her words were thrown away, for that "curly dog" filled every nook and corner of Fly"s little mind.
CHAPTER XII.
"FOLDED EYES."
"Folded eyes see brighter colors Than the open ever do."
It stormed next day; but as "brooks don"t mind the weather," Maria and her mother appeared again. When Aunt Madge went down to see them, Maria was sitting near the dining-room door, the scarlet spots of excitement coming and going in her cheeks. She could think of nothing but the wonderful, unknown doctor, who would know in one moment whether she could ever see or not.
"We hadn"t ought to have come in this snow-storm, ma"am," said Mrs.
Brooks; "but poor Maria, she couldn"t be denied. She said she must come, whether or no. But of course we don"t hold you to your promise, ma"am, and I hope you don"t think we"re that sort of folks."