"Now, Kitty dearest, that"s not true," said Minnie; "she didn"t lead me at all. I led her. And how did I know there was any danger? I remember now that dear, darling Ethel said there was, and I didn"t believe her. But it"s always the way." And Minnie threw her little head on one side, and gave a resigned sigh.
"And did you really get into the crater?" asked Mrs. Willoughby, with a shudder.
"Oh, I suppose so. They all said so," said Minnie, folding her little hands in front of her. "I only remember some smoke, and then jolting about dreadfully on the shoulder of some great--big--awful--man."
"Oh dear!" sighed Mrs. Willoughby.
"What"s the matter, Kitty dearest?"
"Another man!" groaned her sister.
"Well, and how _could_ I help it?" said Minnie. "I"m _sure_ I didn"t want him. I"m _sure_ I think he might have let me alone. I don"t see _why_ they all act so. I _wish_ they wouldn"t be all the time coming and saving my life. If people _will_ go and save my life, I can"t help it. I think it"s very, very horrid of them."
"Oh dear! oh dear!" sighed her sister again.
"Now, Kitty, stop."
"Another man!" sighed Mrs. Willoughby.
"Now, Kitty, if you are so unkind, I"ll cry. You"re _always_ teasing me. You _never_ do any thing to comfort me. You _know_ I want comfort, and I"m not strong, and people all come and save my life and worry me; and I really sometimes think I"d rather not live at all if my life _has_ to be saved so often. I"m sure _I_ don"t know why they go and do it. I"m sure _I_ never heard of any person who is always going and getting her life saved, and bothered, and proposed to, and written to, and chased, and frightened to death. And I"ve a _great_ mind to go and get married, just to stop it all. And I"d _just_ as soon marry this last man as not, and make him drive all the others away from me. He"s big enough."
Minnie ended all this with a little sob; and her sister, as usual, did her best to soothe and quiet her.
"Well, but, darling, how did it all happen?"
"Oh, don"t, don"t."
"But you might tell _me_"
"Oh, I can"t bear to think of it. It"s too horrible."
"Poor darling--the crater?"
"No, the great, big man. I didn"t see any crater."
"Weren"t you in the crater?"
"No, I wasn"t."
"They said you were."
"I wasn"t. I was on the back of a big, horrid man, who gave great jumps down the side of an awful mountain, all sand and things, and threw me down at the bottom of it, and--and--disarranged all my hair.
And I was so frightened that I couldn"t even cur--cur--cry."
Here Minnie sobbed afresh, and Mrs. Willoughby petted her again.
"And you shouldn"t tease me so; and it"s very unkind in you; and you know I"m not well; and I can"t bear to think about it all; and I know you"re going to scold me; and you"re _always_ scolding me; and you _never_ do what I want you to. And then people are _always_ coming and saving my life, and I can"t bear it any more."
"No-o-o-o-o-o, n-n-no-o-o-o, darling!" said Mrs. Willoughby, soothingly, in the tone of a nurse appeasing a fretful child. "You sha"n"t bear it any more."
"I don"t _want_ them to save me any more."
"Well, they sha"n"t _do_ it, then," said Mrs. Willoughby, affectionately, in a somewhat maudlin tone.
"And the next time I lose my life, I don"t want to be saved. I want them to let me alone, and I"ll come home myself."
"And so you shall, darling; you shall do just as you please. So, now, cheer up; don"t cry;" and Mrs. Willoughby tried to wipe Minnie"s eyes.
"But you"re treating me just like a baby, and I don"t want to be talked to so," said Minnie, fretfully.
Mrs. Willoughby retreated with a look of despair.
"Well, then, dear, I"ll do just whatever you want me to do."
"Well, then, I want you to tell me what I am to do."
"About what?"
"Why, about this great, big, horrid man."
"I thought you didn"t want me to talk about this any more."
"But I _do_ want you to talk about it. You"re the only person that I"ve got to talk to about it; n.o.body else knows how peculiarly I"m situated; and I didn"t think that you"d give me up because I had fresh troubles."
"Give you up, darling!" echoed her sister, in surprise.
"You said you wouldn"t talk about it any more."
"But I thought you didn"t want me to talk about it."
"But I _do_ want you to."
"Very well, then; and now I want you first of all, darling, to tell me how you happened to get into such danger."
"Well, you know," began Minnie, who now seemed calmer--"you know we all went out for a drive. And we drove along for miles. Such a drive!
There were lazaroni, and donkeys, and caleches with as many as twenty in each, all pulled by one poor horse, and it"s a great shame; and pigs--oh, _such_ pigs! Not a particle of hair on them, you know, and looking like young elephants, you know; and we saw great droves of oxen, and long lines of booths, no end; and people selling macaroni, and other people eating it right in the open street, you know--such fun!--and fishermen and fish-wives. Oh, how they _were_ screaming, and oh, _such_ a hubbub as there was! and we couldn"t go on fast, and Dowdy seemed really frightened."
"Dowdy?" repeated Mrs. Willoughby, in an interrogative tone.
"Oh, that"s a name I"ve just invented for Lady Dalrymple. It"s better than Rymple. She said so. It"s Dowager shortened. She"s a dowager, you know. And so, you know, I was on the front seat all the time, when all at once I saw a gentleman on horseback. He was a great big man--oh, _so_ handsome!--and he was looking at poor little me as though he would eat me up. And the moment I saw him I was frightened out of my poor little wits, for I knew he was coming to save my life."
"You poor little puss! what put such an idea as that into your ridiculous little head?"
"Oh, I knew it--second-sight, you know. We"ve got Scotch blood, Kitty darling, you know. So, you know, I sat, and I saw that he was pretending not to see me, and not to be following us; but all the time he was taking good care to keep behind us, when he could easily have pa.s.sed us, and all to get a good look at poor me, you know.
"Well," continued Minnie, drawing a long breath, "you know I was awfully frightened; and so I sat looking at him, and I whispered all the time to myself: "Oh, please don"t!--ple-e-e-e-e-ease don"t! Don"t come and save my life! Ple-e-e-e-e-ease let me alone! I don"t want to be saved at all." I said this, you know, all to myself, and the more I said it the more he seemed to fix his eyes on me."
"It was very, very rude in him, _I_ think," said Mrs. Willoughby, with some indignation.