Grace came down to tea grumbling, and appealing to her mother about Jessie"s laziness; and Mrs. Hollis, for whose sake the girl had resigned five-sixths of her hoped-for gain, was inclined to be vexed at any of the work going out of the family, or her Jessie allowing herself to be beaten.
It was very vexatious, and Jessie was glad when Uncle Andrew dropped in to tea, and to change the current of their thoughts.
She was to stay at home to guard the house while the others went to evensong, and this gave her the quiet opportunity of packing up five dozen handkerchiefs, and writing a note to send with them to Bessie Needwood the first thing in the morning, by any child who came early to the shop.
Then she felt much more at ease, and was able to have a comfortable study of her next Sunday"s Gospel and its references, in case she should be too busy on the week days; and so she was peaceful and refreshed, and able to enjoy a quiet little wander in the twilight garden with her hymn-book. This lasted till the others came home, brim full of reports they had picked up about the splendour of the coming wedding. The gentleman, Mr. Holdaway, was staying at Newcorn Park, and, what was more, he had sent his horses and grooms down to the Manners Arms, because the stables at the Chequers were not well kept.
The head groom had actually been at Church, and looked quite the gentleman, though to be sure he did stare about wonderfully.
Mrs. Hollis shook her head, and said no good came of that sort of folk.
CHAPTER VII.
WANDERING EYES.
"I a.s.sURE you he said he had never seen a place with more pretty young ladies in it."
"Who?" said Jessie, coming suddenly into the light closet of the work-room, where Florence Cray was taking off her hat, and Amy Lee seemed to be helping her.
"Why, Mr. Wingfield, Mr. Holdaway"s head groom, who has come over with another man and a boy, and three of the loveliest horses you ever did see."
"Oh, yes, I heard," said Jessie; "and how he stared about at Church! He ought to be ashamed of himself."
"Oh! that"s what Grace says, of course," said Florence; "and she"s a regular old maid. She needn"t fear that he"ll stare at her."
Wherewith both Florence and Amy giggled, and before Jessie"s hot answer was out of her mouth, one of the aunts called out--
"Girls, girls, what are you doing? No gossiping there."
Florence came out looking cross, and observing in a marked manner that Miss Fuller, at Ellerby, always spoke of her young ladies.
"I like using right names," said Aunt Rose in her decided voice.
Florence was silenced for the time, but at the dinner hour she contrived to get Amy alone. Jessie was in haste to get home to see if there were an answer from Miss Needwood, and also to try to get enough sewing done to pacify Grace, and purchase a little leisure for her mother. And Florence, instead of going home, stood with Amy, who had sauntered into the garden to refresh herself and gather some parsley.
"I a.s.sure you, Amy, he was quite struck. He said yours was such a style that he would hardly believe me when I said you belonged to Mr. Lee, the baker. It was the refinement, he said."
"Nonsense, Florence; don"t," said Amy, blushing as crimson as the rose she tried to gather.
"I"m not talking nonsense; I never did see a poor man so smitten."
"Now, Florence, you shouldn"t say such things; father and aunts would not like it. I shall go in."
"Fathers and aunts are all alike; they never do like such things.
But----"
However, Amy was safe indoors by this time, all in a glow, very much ashamed that such things should have been said to her, and yet not a little fluttered and pleased. She had been most carefully brought up and watched over, and she had come to the age of sixteen without hearing more about herself than that a young lady, who once came into the school with Miss Agnes Manners, said something that sounded like lovely, and was speedily hushed up and silenced.
All the other girls thought the young lady meant Henrietta Coles, who was tall, with bright dark eyes, red cheeks, and black hair, under a round comb; but Amy had always been sure that the speaker"s eyes were upon her, though she had been ashamed of the belief, and indeed had nearly forgotten all about it, till it was stirred up by Florence"s talk.
She went up to her room to smooth her hair before dinner. Yes, it was very nice light-brown hair, with a golden shine; and her eyes were very clear and blue, and her skin very white, with a rosy flush; and her nose was straight, and the shape was a pretty delicate one. Amy really did think Mr. Wingfield was right, and had better taste than the people who thought her a poor washy, peaky thing, as she had more than once heard herself called.
She put her head on one side, smirked a little, half shut her eyes, and studied herself in different positions, till she heard one of her aunts on the stairs; and then, in a desperate fright lest she should be caught, she darted out so fast as to run against Aunt Charlotte coming up stairs with a basket of clean linen from the wash. There were three pairs of stockings rolled up on the top, and these tumbled out, and one pair went hop, hop, from step to step all the way down stairs, just as Father was coming in, and he caught it up and threw it like a ball straight up at his sister.
The confusion drove the nonsense out of Amy"s head for the present. She ate her dinner, and then went off as usual for her visit to little Edwin Smithers, carrying him only a few strawberries, as she knew he always had soup from the Hall on a Monday.
For Edwin had not died. He had rather grown better than worse, and if the truth must be told, Amy had begun to get a little tired of him. He was not a quick child, and in this hot weather he often failed to do the sums or learn the verses that Amy set him.
To-day he was nursing a great piece of stick-liquorice with which he had painted a dirty spot on the central face in the picture of the number of the _Chatterbox_ which she had lent him. She scolded him for it, and he turned sulky, and would not try to repeat his hymn, nor answer any questions, and looked at his book as if he had never seen one before.
Amy grew angry, told him he was a naughty boy, and she should not stay with him nor give him any strawberries; and off she went, carrying away the injured _Chatterbox_, and never bethinking herself that the hot day and the weariness of the dull untidy room might not be the cause of the naughty fit, and whether it would not have been kinder and better to try to soothe him out of it.
But instead of this she paused to hear Mrs. Rowe declare he was a bad "un, with a nasty sulky temper that no one could do nothing with, and just then she saw Florence Cray crossing the village green.
"I"ve just been to get a little red pepper at Hollis"s," she said, as she put her arm fondly into Amy"s. "Mr. Wingfield do like something tasty for his breakfast, and ma is going to do him some devilled kidneys to-morrow morning. He is quite the gentleman in all his tastes, you see! I wanted Jessie to walk back with me, but they are all so terrible busy over that there wedding order, that she could not come till the last minute."
"Working all through the dinner hour!" said Amy. "What a shame!"
"So I say. But that Grace Hollis is a one! I wouldn"t have her for my sister. Here, come in, Amy, I must just give mother the pepper."
"No, I can"t do that," said Amy, uneasily, for she knew her father would be displeased if she went into a public-house; though as Florence said, "Gracious! You needn"t go near the bar. It"s only the back door! As if I would ask you to do anything you ought not! But I suppose our house ain"t good enough for you."
"Oh! don"t be angry, Florence dear, I"ll come some day when I"ve got leave."
"Leave indeed, at your age; but you"re a poor-spirited thing, Amy, to be so kept down by a couple of old aunts."
Amy was flurried at the displeasure, and wanted to make it up. "Oh!
don"t be offended, Florence. Look here."
"Strawberries! oh my! already! Thank you," and Florence had soon swallowed up poor little Edwin"s strawberries.
"Wait here one moment then," she said, "and I"ll be back with you in an instant."
Amy stood under her parasol, trying to make the most of the small shelter afforded by Mr. Cray"s garden hedge, and recollecting rather uncomfortably something she had once been told about the loitering of the disobedient Prophet being what brought him into temptation. But, having promised to wait, she could not move away, though she had to stay longer than she liked, especially as the children were going by to afternoon school, and some of her own cla.s.s began to stare at her.
However, at last Florence came out, quite excited. "Oh, Amy, if you"ll only wait a minute, you"ll see him come out."
"I can"t! I can"t! Let us go," cried Amy, quite shocked and shy.
"Nonsense! Poor man, he need never see you. He is just going to take the horses up for his master to ride out with Miss Robson. Such sweet horses! Mr. Holdaway gave 120 guineas for his. Think of that, Amy! Here now, come round the corner of the hedge, and he"ll never see you."
So Amy followed and peeped, very shy and frightened, like a guilty thing, and she did see two horses, much more beautiful than she knew, one ridden by a common-looking groom, the other by a very smart, well set-up person, with a belt round his waist. That was all she saw, for they were gone in a flash, and she was too uncomfortable to see much, or to do more than hurriedly answer Florence"s exclamation--
"Ain"t he quite the gentleman? Bain"t his horses real darlings?" before Jessie"s voice was heard--