Jacinth and Frances Mildmay are walking home from school, carrying their little bag of books. For Sat.u.r.day is a whole holiday--no going to school that is to say--so, naturally, some lessons must be learnt at home for Monday.
"Aren"t you glad to think to-morrow"s Sat.u.r.day, Ja.s.s?" said Frances. "If only Aunt Alison would let us stay in bed half-an-hour later on Sat.u.r.day mornings, it _would_ be nice."
"You lazy little thing!" said Jacinth, "no, I don"t think it would be nice at all. I"d rather get up even earlier than usual on a holiday, and feel we have the whole long day before us. It"s one of the things I admire Aunt Alison for--that she"s so punctual and regular; we"d _never_ have been in time at school every morning, Francie, if our home had still been at poor granny"s."
"I don"t like you to say "poor" granny," said Frances, rather irritably.
"Say "dear" granny. And Jacinth, whether it"s true or not that in some ways we were rather spoilt and--and--not methodical and all that, at Stannesley, I wish you"d _never_ say it to Aunt Alison. She"s quite ready enough to be down on all the ways there."
"If ever I"ve said anything of the kind," said Jacinth, "it"s only been as a sort of excuse for _you_; for you know, Frances, you were dreadfully unpunctual and careless in little ways when we first came, though I do think you"re getting better."
"Much obliged," said Frances, rather snappishly, for she was a quick-tempered girl. "It"s no thanks to Aunt Alison if I am. It"s simply that I see it is right to try and be more careful, and--partly too for your sake, Ja.s.s. But it isn"t for love of Aunt Alison. I don"t love her.
I"d have--what wouldn"t I have done for granny or Uncle Marmy?--they loved us and Aunt Alison doesn"t. She"s good, in one way I daresay she"s very good, but it"s all duty. Why, just think how she leaves us to ourselves, once she"s ordered our meals and told us what we are to do.
Evening after evening we"re alone. _That_"s not loving us."
"I think you should be very glad indeed that she trusts us," said Jacinth. "It"s much better as it is than to have her fussing after us out of duty, as you say. It would be very uncomfortable for us to feel that she was always thinking we interrupted all the things she has to do. She told me a while ago that it was the greatest possible relief to her to find she _could_ trust us, and that having us interfered with her life much less than she expected."
"Oh, _I_ don"t want any more of her," said Frances hastily. "Don"t think that. But you must allow it"s scarcely like having a home; sometimes I really think I would rather be boarders at school, do you know, Ja.s.s? It would be a good deal jollier. Don"t you think so?"
"No, indeed," said Jacinth, very decidedly. "I certainly wouldn"t like it at all. School"s all very well for lessons, but I should hate to be so tied up. I like being independent. Of course Aunt Alison knows we"re to be trusted, but if we were at school we should have to ask leave for every single thing we wanted to do. And think of poor little Eugene without us."
"Oh, it was only an idea," said Frances. "I didn"t really mean it seriously. But I like some of the girls very much, especially the Harpers; don"t you like the Harpers exceedingly, Ja.s.s? I"ve liked school itself ever so much better since the two younger ones came. Of course Camilla Harper wasn"t much good to us, as she was quite one of the biggest ones. But I think they"re all nice. I _love_ Bessie and Margaret."
"Yes," her sister agreed. "I think they"re very nice. But they"re rather babyish; you see they"ve always lived at home, and never had to depend on themselves at all. I think they"re not at all rich."
"That makes them all the nicer, _I_ think," said Frances. "I don"t know if it"s always the way, but it certainly is at school--the richest girls aren"t nearly as nice as some of the others."
"Oh, that"s nonsense," said Jacinth. "It may just happen that some of those we know to be richer are--well, rather commoner--but you can"t make any rule about it."
"I wish Aunt Alison would let us ask the Harpers to tea, sometimes,"
said Frances. "I"m almost sure Miss Scarlett would let them come."
"But I"m _more_ sure that Aunt Alison wouldn"t like anything of the kind," said Jacinth, and even she sighed a little. "So it"s no use thinking of it. I hope you"re prepared for a good long walk this afternoon, Francie. It"s a lovely day, and we"ve been so little out lately. We needn"t do our lessons till to-morrow. Ah, there"s Eugene!"
as at that moment the boy came flying down the street to meet them. "How have you got on to-day, old man?" she said, fondly. "Would you like to go a good long walk this afternoon?"
Eugene went to a small boys" school, a few doors only from his aunt"s.
He was certainly the least to be pitied in the children"s somewhat lonely life, for his sisters were devoted to him, and their affection made up to him for the absence of other love. Yet this sounds too severe on Miss Mildmay, who in her own undemonstrative way _did_ love her nephew and nieces. But she had mapped out her life on lines independent of home ties, and she had not the breadth and n.o.bility of nature to recognise that the charge unexpectedly laid upon her was as much a heaven-sent mission as the labours among the poor, which she fulfilled with such devotion and enthusiastic self-denial. Her "duty," her dry duty, she performed to the children, but it never entered her mind or imagination that more than this could, under the circ.u.mstances, be demanded of her.
"Oh yes," Eugene replied. "I"m game for as many miles as you girls, any way."
His sisters burst out laughing. Their seven-years" old brother was developing fast.
"Where shall we go to, then?" said Jacinth, as they rang at their own door. "I hope Phebe will be "game" too, Eugene, for we can"t go without her, and she doesn"t love very long walks."
But Phebe proved to be in an unusually enterprising mood. She was a very good-natured girl, honest and well-principled, her only important fault being laziness, which her young charges did their best to conceal from Miss Mildmay.
"Aunt Alison would _certainly_ send her away, if she knew how late Phebe sometimes calls us in the morning," Jacinth used to say. "There"s nothing that would vex her more than laziness, and it is very tiresome.
But then, very likely, she"d get us some prim maid that would be ill-natured and crabbed, and perhaps not _really_ as good as Phebe."
So, though they shook the terrors of a probable dismissal over the delinquent"s head, they made no further complaint. And every time Phebe had been specially in fault, she was so exceedingly penitent that she almost persuaded her young mistresses as well as herself that it would never happen again.
She had been very late that Friday morning, and in consequence was now doubly on the alert. Not only did she profess herself equal to walking ten miles if the young ladies wished it, but she undertook to carry Master Eugene pick-a-back, should he feel tired, a proposal which did not find favour in Master Eugene"s eyes, though her next suggestion that she should escort the party to a lovely wood they had not yet visited, "round by Aldersmere" was received with acclamations.
"We"ve always wanted to go along the Aldersmere road," said Frances.
"You remember, Ja.s.s, we went a tiny bit up it that morning--that first morning with dear old Marmy."
"Yes," said Jacinth, with a sigh, "that first and last day."
"Is it the way along by Uncle Marmy"s gates?" asked Eugene.
Phebe did not understand him, but Jacinth explained.
"He means past that lovely old house, Robin Redbreast, you know," she said.
"We could come home by that lane; we can get into it by the other end and come out at Robin Redbreast corner on to the high-road," said Phebe; "it"s a very pretty way indeed, though it"s a long walk," her voice sounding rather doleful.
"Phebe"s thinking better of it," said Frances laughing. "Ah well, if you don"t want to go a long walk, you"d better tell Aunt Alison that you can"t stand the hard work here--so late in bed, and up so _dreadfully_ early in the morning."
The maid"s face flushed scarlet.
"Miss Frances!" she began reproachfully.
Jacinth looked annoyed. In spite of her defence of her aunt"s system and her own love of independence and self-confidence, she did feel conscious that the three of them were left in some ways too much to themselves: her sister"s tone was not quite what a young lady"s should be in speaking to a servant.
"Frances," she said. "I think it"s very bad taste to joke about serious things, and being too late nearly every morning is a serious thing."
"I wasn"t joking," Frances replied.
"Well, say no more about it. We"d better start if we"re going to. Phebe, do you think there"s any chance of cook"s giving us some cake, or even some bread-and-b.u.t.ter, to take with us?"
Phebe shook her head.
"I"m afraid not, Miss Jacinth," she replied. "She"d only complain to Miss Mildmay; it"s best not to ask."
"And I really can"t afford any more pennies for buns," said Jacinth. "We must trust to getting a good tea when we come home."
"Will Aunt Alison be in for tea?" said Frances. "Oh no--it"s Friday. I forgot," with a distinct note of satisfaction in her voice.
"So there"ll be n.o.body to say we"re greedy if we do eat a great lot,"
said Eugene, with satisfaction still less disguised.
Friday was one of Miss Alison Mildmay"s busiest days, as she went out immediately after breakfast and did not return till the children were about going to bed. They had had dinner by themselves, and were now in the little room, half schoolroom, half nursery, appropriated to their use, on the same floor as the sisters" bedroom.
"Do let us go," said Jacinth, impatiently, "and don"t even talk of being greedy, Eugene; it"s not nice."
Notwithstanding these little elements of discord before they started, the walk turned out a great success. It was a delicious day, to begin with, and lovely autumn weather is no doubt more soothing in its effect on both old and young than that of any other season. The little party stepped out bravely; the four miles to Aldersmere seemed only half the real distance, and the place itself, when they reached it, would have rewarded a much greater amount of exertion.
It was a little lake, lying in a hollow; the trees, from which came its name, growing almost into the water. There was a curious charm about the intense loneliness of the place, none the less that it was not actually very far removed from the haunts of men. The pool was said in the neighbourhood to be exceedingly deep, and the dark still water looked mysterious enough to be so; but then this is said of every pond or lake of romantic appearance in all parts of the country, just as every tumble-down ruin or gloomy deserted house is sure to have the name of being haunted.
At one side there was a little clearing and a tempting stretch of velvety-looking gra.s.s, disfigured, however, by blackened patches where gipsy-fires, amateur or professional, had recently been lighted.