"Gipsy! oh, Gipsy, my dear!" chanted the ladies Gower and Oranmore, in a horrified duet.
"You--you--you--little, yellow abomination you! You--you--skinny----"
"Squire Erliston," said Gipsy, drawing herself up with stately dignity, "let me remind you, you are getting to be personal. How would you like it if I called _you_--you--you red-faced old fright--you--you--you gouty-legged----"
"There! there! that"ll do," hastily interrupted the squire, while a universal shout of laughter went round the table at the ludicrous manner in which the little imp mimicked his bl.u.s.tering tone. "There, there!
don"t say a word about it; but mind, if you dare to go to Dr. Wiseman"s, you"ll rue it. Mind that."
"All right, sir; let me help you to another roll," said Gipsy, with her sweetest smile, as she pa.s.sed the plate to the old man, who looked, not only daggers, but bowie-knives at the very least.
CHAPTER IX.
A STORM AT MOUNT SUNSET HALL.
"At this Sir Knight grew high in wrath, And lifting hands and eyes up both, Three times he smote his stomach stout, From whence, at length, fierce words broke out."
HUDIBRAS.
"Totty! Totty! I say, Totty, where are you? I declare to screech, I never saw such a provoking darkey in my life. n.o.body never can find her when she"s wanted! Totty! Totty! hallo, Totty! I want you dreadfully, it"s a matter of life and death! If that girl doesn"t pay more attention to me, I"ll--I"ll discharge her; _I will_, so help me Jimmy Johnston!
Totty! Totty-y-y!" So called and shouted Gipsy, as she flew in and out, and up and down stairs, banging doors after her with a noise that made the old house ring, and scolding at the top of her voice all the time.
"Laws! Miss Roarer, here I is," said Totty, hurrying as fast as possible into the presence of the little virago, to get rid of the noise.
"Oh, it"s a wonder you came! I s"pose you"d rather be lounging down in the kitchen than "tending to your mistress. How dare you go away, when you don"t know what minute I may want you? Hey?"
"Good Lor! Miss Roarer, I only went down to de kitchen to get my breakfas" "long o" the res". How you "spec I"s gwine to live "thout eatin"? You allers _does_ call jes" the contrariest time, allers----"
"Hold your tongue!" exclaimed her imperious little mistress; "don"t give me any of your _imperunce_! There, curl my hair, and put on my pretty purple riding-habit, and make me just as pretty as ever you can.
Hurry up!"
"Make you pretty, indeed!" muttered the indignant Totty; ""deed, when de Lord couldn"t do it, "taint very likely I can. Come "long and keep still, two or free minutes, if you can. I never knew such a res"less little critter in all my life."
While Gipsy was standing as quietly as her fidgety nature would allow, to have her hair curled, Mrs. Gower entered.
"Well, "Rora, my dear, where are you going this morning, that you are dressing in your best?" said Mrs. Gower, glancing at the gay purple riding-habit--for dress was a thing Gipsy seldom troubled herself about.
"Why, aunty, where _would_ I be going; over to Spider"s, of course."
"Oh, Gipsy, my dear, pray don"t think of such a thing!" exclaimed the good woman, in a tone of alarm. "Your guardian will be dreadfully angry."
"Lor! aunty, I know that; there wouldn"t be any fun in it if he wasn"t,"
replied the elf.
"Oh, Aurora, child! you don"t know what you"re doing. Consider all he has done for you, and how ungrateful it is of you to disobey him in this manner. Now, he has set his heart on keeping you from Deep Dale (you know he never liked the doctor nor his family), and he will be terribly, frightfully angry if he finds you have disobeyed him. Ride over the hills, go out sailing or shooting, but do not go there."
Gipsy, who had been yawning fearfully during this address, now jerked herself away from Totty, and replied, impatiently:
"Well, _let_ him get frightfully angry; I"ll get "frightfully angry"
too, and so there will be a pair of us. Do you s"pose I"d miss seeing that dear, sweet, little girl again, just because Guardy will stamp, and fume, and roar, and scare all mankind into fits? Not I, indeed. Let him come on, who"s afraid," and Gipsy threw herself into a stage att.i.tude, and shouted the words in a voice that was quite imposing, coming as it did from so small a body.
"Oh, Gipsy, child! consider," again began Mrs. Gower.
"Oh, aunty, dear! I won"t consider, never did; don"t agree with my const.i.tution, no how you can fix it. Archie told me one day when I was doing something he considered a crazy trick, to "consider." Well, for his sake, I tried to, and before ten minutes, aunty, I felt symptoms of falling into a decline. There now!"
"Oh, my dear! my dear! you are incorrigible," sighed Mrs. Gower; "but what would you do if your guardian some day turned you out of doors? You have no claim on him, and he _might_ do it, you know, in a fit of anger."
"If he did"--exclaimed Gipsy, springing up with flashing eyes.
"Well, and if he did, what would you do?"
"Why, I"d defy him to his face, and then I"d run off, and go to sea, and make my fortune, and come back, and marry you--no, I couldn"t do that, but I"d marry Archie. Lor! I"d get along splendidly."
"Oh, Gipsy! Gipsy! rightly named Gipsy! how little you know what it is to be friendless in the world, you poor little fairy you! Now, child, be quiet, and talk sensibly to me for a few minutes."
"Oh, bother, aunty! I can"t be quiet; and as to talking sensibly, why I rather think I am doing that just now. There, now--now do, please, bottle up that lecture you"ve got for me, and it"ll keep, for I"m off!"
And darting past them, she ran down stairs, through the long hall, and was flying toward the stables in a twinkling.
On her way she met our old friend, Jupiter.
"Hallo, Jupe! Oh, there you are! Go and saddle Mignonne _"mediately_. I want him; quick, now!"
"Why, Miss Roarer, honey, I"se sorry for ter diserblige yer, chile, but ole mas"r he tole me not to let yer get Minnin to-day," said Jupiter, looking rather uneasily at the dark, wild, little face, and large, l.u.s.trous eyes, in which a storm was fast brewing.
"Do you mean to say he told you not to let me have my pony?" she said, or rather hissed, through her tightly-clenched teeth.
"Jes" so, Miss Roarer; he tell me so not ten minutes ago."
"Now, Jupiter, look here; you go right off and saddle Mignonne, or it"ll be the worse for you. D"ye hear?"
"Miss Roarer, I "clare for"t I da.s.sent. Mas"r"ll half kill me."
"And I"ll _whole_ kill you if you don"t," said Gipsy, with a wild flash of her black eyes, as she sprang lightly on a high stone bench, and raised her riding-whip over the head of the trembling darkey; "go, sir; go right off and do as I tell you!"
"Laws! I can"t--"deed chile! I can"t----"
Whack! whack! whack! with no gentle hand went the whip across his shoulders, interrupting his apology.
"There, you black rascal! will you dare to disobey your mistress again!"
Whack! whack! whack!" If you don"t bring Mignonne out this minute, I"ll shoot you dead as a mackerel! There; does that argument overcome your scruples?" whack! whack! _whack!_
With something between a yell and a howl, poor Jupiter sprung back, and commenced rubbing his afflicted back.
"Will you go?" demanded Gipsy, raising her whip once more.
"Yes! yes! Who ever did see such a "bolical little limb as dat ar. Ole mas"r"ll kill me, I knows he will," whimpered poor Jupiter as he slunk away to the stables, closely followed by his vixenish little mistress, still poising the dangerous whip.