He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked up and down the path a few times. "Fizz"ll get us hanged yet," he muttered, looking darkly at the door in the wall through which she had disappeared.
He pushed his hat to the back of hiss head and stared gloomily at his boots, wondering what would be the consequences of this new mischief. There was a light footfall beside him.
"Come on," said Judy, pulling his sleeve; "it"s done now, come on, let"s go and have our fun; have you got the money safe?"
It was two o"clock as they pa.s.sed out of the gate and turned their faces up, the hill to the tram stopping-place. And it was half-past four when they jumped out of a town-bound tram and entered the gates again to pick up their charge.
Such an afternoon as they had had! Once inside the Aquarium, even Pip had put his conscience qualms on one side, and bent all his energies to enjoying himself thoroughly. And Judy was like a little mad thing. She spent a shilling of her money on the switchback railway, p.r.o.nouncing the swift, bewildering motion "heavenly." The first journey made Pip feel sick, so he eschewed a repet.i.tion of it, and watched Judy go off from time to time, waving gaily from the perilous little car, almost with his heart in his mouth. Then they hired a pair of roller skates each, and bruised themselves black and blue with heavy falls on the asphalt. After that they had a ride on the merry-go-round, but Judy found it tame after the switchback, and refused to squander a second threepence upon it, contenting herself with watching Pip fly round, and madly running by his side, to keep up as long as she could. They finished the afternoon with a prolonged inspection of the fish-tanks, a light repast of jam tarts of questionable freshness, and twopennyworth of peanuts. And, as I said, it was half-past four as they hastened up the path again to the top gate of the Barracks.
"I hope he"s been good," Judy said, as she turned the handle.
"Yes, you come, too, Pip"--for that young gentleman hung back one agonized second. "Twenty kicks or blows divided by two only make ten, you see."
They went up the long stone veranda and stopped at one door.
There was a little knot of young officers laughing and talking close by.
"Take my word, "twas as good as a play to see Wooly grabbing his youngster, and stuffing it into a cab, and getting in himself, all with a look of ponderous injured dignity," one said, and laughed at the recollection.
Another blew away a cloud of cigar smoke. "It was a jolly little beggar," he said. "It doubled its fists and landed His High Mightiness one in the eye; and then its shoe dropped off, and we all rushed to pick it up, and it was muddy and generally dilapidated, and old Wooly went red slowly up to his ear-tips as he tried to put it on."
A little figure stepped into the middle of the group--a little figure with an impossibly short and shabby ulster, thin black-stockinged legs, and a big hat crushed over a tangle of curls.
"It is my father you are speaking of," she said, her head very high, her tone haughty, "and I cannot tell where your amus.e.m.e.nt is.
Is my father here, or did I hear you say he had gone away?"
Two of the men looked foolish, the third took off his cap.
"I am sorry you should have overheard us, Miss Woolcot," he said pleasantly. "Still, there is no irreparable harm done, is there? Yes, your father has gone away in a cab. He couldn"t imagine how the little boy came on his bed, and, as he couldn"t keep him here very well, I suppose he has taken him home."
Something like a look of shame came into Judy"s bright eyes,
"I am afraid I must have put my father to some inconvenience,"
she said quietly. "It was I who left the Gen--my brother here, because I didn"t know what to do with him for an hour or two.
But I quite meant to take him home myself. Has he been gone long?"
"About half an hour," the officer said, and tried not to look amused at the little girl"s old-fashioned manner.
"Ah, thank you. Perhaps we can catch him up. Come on, Pip,"
and, nodding in a grave, distant manner, she turned away, and went down the veranda and through the gate with her brother.
"A nice hole we"re in," he said.
Judy nodded.
"It"s about the very awfullest thing we"ve ever done in our lives.
Fancy the governor carting that child all the way from here! Oh, lor"!"
Judy nodded again.
"Can"t you speak?" he said irritably. "You"ve got us into this--I didn"t want to do it; but I"ll stand by you, of course. Only you"ll have to think of something quick."
Judy bit three finger-tips off her right-hand glove, and looked melancholy.
"There"s absolutely nothing to do, Pip," she said slowly. "I didn"t think it would turn out like this. I suppose we"d better just go straight back and hand ourselves over for punishment.
He"ll be too angry to hear any sort of an excuse, so we"d better just grin and hear whatever he does to us. I"m really sorry, too, that I made a laughing-stock of him up there."
Pip was explosive. He called her a little a.s.s and a gowk and a stupid idiot for doing such a thing, and she did not reproach him or answer back once.
They caught a tram and went into Sydney, and afterwards to the boat. They ensconced themselves in a corner at the far end, and discussed the state of affairs with much seriousness. Then Pip got up and, strolled about a little to relieve his feelings, coming back in a second with a white, scared face.
"He"s on the boat," he said, in a horrified whisper.
"Where-where--where? what--what--what?" Judy cried, unintentionally mimicking a long-buried monarch.
"In the cabin, looking as glum as a boiled wallaby, and hanging on to the poor little General as if he thinks he"ll fly away."
Judy looked a little frightened for the first time. "Can"t we hide? Don"t let him see us. It wouldn"t be any good offering to take the General now. We"re in for it now, Pip--there"ll be no quarter."
Pip groaned; then Judy stood up.
"Let"s creep down as far as the engine," she said, "and see if he does look very bad."
They made their way cautiously along the deck, and took up a position where they could see without being seen. The dear little General was sitting on the seat next to his stern father, who had a firm hold of the back of his woolly-pelisse. He was sucking his little dirty hand, and casting occasional longing glances at his tan shoe, which he knew was delicious to bite.
Once or twice he had pulled it off and conveyed it to his mouth, but his father intercepted it, and angrily b.u.t.toned it on again in its rightful place. He wanted, too, to slither off the horrid seat, and crawl all over the deck, and explore the ground under the seats, and see where the puffing noise came from; but there was that iron grasp on his coat that no amount of wriggling would move. No wonder the poor child looked unhappy!
At last the boat stopped at a wharf not far from Misrule, and the Captain alighted, carrying his small dirty son gingerly in his arms. He walked slowly up the red road along which the dogcart had sped so blithesomely some six or seven hours ago, and Judy and Pip followed at a respectful--a very respectful--distance.
At the gate he saw them, and gave a large, angry beckon for them to come up. Judy went very white, but obeyed instantly, and Pip, pulling himself together, brought up the rear.
Afterwards Judy only had a very indistinct remembrance of what happened during the next half-hour. She knew there was a stormy scene, in which Esther and the whole family came in for an immense amount of vituperation.
Then Pip received a thrashing, in spite of Judy"s persistent avowal that it was all her fault, and Pip hadn"t done anything. She remembered wondering whether she would be treated as summarily as Pip, so angry was her father"s face as he pushed the boy aside and stood looking at her, riding whip in hand. But he flung it, down and laid a heavy hand on her shrinking shoulder.
"Next Monday," he said slowly--"next Monday morning you will go to boarding school. Esther, kindly see Helen"s clothes are ready for boarding school--next Monday morning."
CHAPTER V
"Next Monday Morning"
There was a trunk standing in the hall, and a large, much-travelled portmanteau, and there were labels on them that said: "Miss Helen Woolcot, The Misses Burton, Mount Victoria."
In the nursery breakfast was proceeding spasmodically. Meg"s blue eyes were all red and swollen with crying, and she was still sniffing audibly as she poured out the coffee. Pip had his hands in his pockets and stood on the hearthrug, looking gloomily at a certain plate, and refusing breakfast altogether; the General was crashing his own mug and plate joyously together; and Bunty was eating bread and b.u.t.ter in stolid silence.
Judy, white-faced and dry-eyed, was sitting at the table, and Nell and Baby were clinging to either arm. All the three days between that black Thursday and this doleful morning she had been obstinately uncaring. Her spirits had never seemed higher, her eyes brighter, her tongue sharper, than during that interval of days; and she had pretended to everyone, and her father, that she especially thought boarding school must be great fun, and that she should enjoy it immensely.
But this morning she had collapsed altogether. All the time before, her hot childish heart had been telling her that her father could not really be so cruel, that he did not really mean to send her away among strangers, away from dear, muddled old Misrule and all her sisters and brothers; he was only saying it to frighten her, she kept saying to herself, and she would show him she was not a chickenhearted baby.