Aunt Ailsey pondered the question. "I ain" sayin" dat, honey," she modestly replied.
"Then you"re certainly as old as the devil--you must be," hopefully suggested the little girl.
The old woman wavered. "Well, de devil, he ain" never let on his age," she said at last; "but w"en I fust lay eyes on "im, he warn" no mo"n a brat."
Standing upon the threshold for an instant, the child reverently regarded her. Then, turning her back upon the fireplace and the bent old figure, she ran out into the twilight.
II
AT THE FULL OF THE MOON
By the light of the big moon hanging like a lantern in the topmost pine upon a distant mountain, the child sped swiftly along the turnpike.
It was a still, clear evening, and on the summits of the eastern hills a fringe of ragged firs stood out illuminated against the sky. In the warm June weather the whole land was fragrant from the flower of the wild grape.
When she had gone but a little way, the noise of wheels reached her suddenly, and she shrank into the shadow beside the wall. A cloud of dust chased toward her as the wheels came steadily on. They were evidently ancient, for they turned with a protesting creak which was heard long before the high, old-fashioned coach they carried swung into view--long indeed before the driver"s whip cracked in the air.
As the coach neared the child, she stepped boldly out into the road--it was only Major Lightfoot, the owner of the next plantation, returning, belated, from the town.
"W"at you doin" dar, chile?" demanded a stern voice from the box, and, at the words, the Major"s head was thrust through the open window, and his long white hair waved in the breeze.
"Is that you, Betty?" he asked, in surprise. "Why, I thought it was the duty of that nephew of mine to see you home."
"I wouldn"t let him," replied the child. "I don"t like boys, sir."
"You don"t, eh?" chuckled the Major. "Well, there"s time enough for that, I suppose. You can make up to them ten years hence,--and you"ll be glad enough to do it then, I warrant you,--but are you all alone, young lady?"
As Betty nodded, he opened the door and stepped gingerly down. "I can"t turn the horses" heads, poor things," he explained; "but if you will allow me, I shall have the pleasure of escorting you on foot."
With his hat in his hand, he smiled down upon the little girl, his face shining warm and red above his pointed collar and broad black stock. He was very tall and spare, and his eyebrows, which hung thick and dark above his Roman nose, gave him an odd resemblance to a bird of prey. The smile flashed like an artificial light across his austere features.
"Since my arm is too high for you," he said, "will you have my hand?--Yes, you may drive on, Big Abel," to the driver, "and remember to take out those bulbs of Spanish lilies for your mistress. You will find them under the seat."
The whip cracked again above the fat old roans, and with a great creak the coach rolled on its way.
"I--I--if you please, I"d rather you wouldn"t," stammered the child.
The Major chuckled again, still holding out his hand. Had she been eighty instead of eight, the gesture could not have expressed more deference. "So you don"t like old men any better than boys!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, yes, sir, I do--heaps," said Betty. She transferred the frog"s foot to her left hand, and gave him her right one. "When I marry, I"m going to marry a very old gentleman--as old as you," she added flatteringly.
"You honour me," returned the Major, with a bow; "but there"s nothing like youth, my dear, nothing like youth." He ended sadly, for he had been a gay young blood in his time, and the enchantment of his wild oats had increased as he pa.s.sed further from the sowing of them. He had lived to regret both the loss of his gayety and the languor of his blood, and, as he drifted further from the middle years, he had at last yielded to tranquillity with a sigh. In his day he had matched any man in Virginia at cards or wine or women--to say nothing of horseflesh; now his white hairs had brought him but a fond, pale memory of his misdeeds and the boast that he knew his world--that he knew all his world, indeed, except his wife.
"Ah, there"s nothing like youth!" he sighed over to himself, and the child looked up and laughed.
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
"You will know some day," replied the Major. He drew himself erect in his tight black broadcloth, and thrust out his chin between the high points of his collar. His long white hair, falling beneath his hat, framed his ruddy face in silver. "There are the lights of Uplands," he said suddenly, with a wave of his hand.
Betty quickened her pace to his, and they went on in silence. Through the thick grove that ended at the roadside she saw the windows of her home flaming amid the darkness. Farther away there were the small lights of the negro cabins in the "quarters," and a great one from the barn door where the field hands were strumming upon their banjos.
"I reckon supper"s ready," she remarked, walking faster. "Yonder comes Peter, from the kitchen with the waffles."
They entered an iron gate that opened from the road, and went up a lane of lilac bushes to the long stuccoed house, set with detached wings in a grove of maples. "Why, there"s papa looking for me," cried the child, as a man"s figure darkened the square of light from the hall and came between the Doric columns of the portico down into the drive.
"You won"t have to search far, Governor," called the Major, in his ringing voice, and, as the other came up to him, he stopped to shake hands. "Miss Betty has given me the pleasure of a stroll with her."
"Ah, it was like you, Major," returned the other, heartily. "I"m afraid it isn"t good for your gout, though."
He was a small, soldierly-looking man, with a clean-shaven, cla.s.sic face, and thick, brown hair, slightly streaked with gray. Beside the Major"s gaunt figure he appeared singularly boyish, though he held himself severely to the number of his inches, and even added, by means of a simplicity almost august, a full cubit to his stature. Ten years before he had been governor of his state, and to his friends and neighbours the empty honour, at least, was still his own.
"Pooh! pooh!" the older man protested airily, "the gout"s like a woman, my dear sir--if you begin to humour it, you"ll get no rest. If you deny yourself a half bottle of port, the other half will soon follow. No, no, I say--put a bold foot on the matter. Don"t give up a good thing for the sake of a bad one, sir. I remember my grandfather in England telling me that at his first twinge of gout he took a gla.s.s of sherry, and at the second he took two. "What! would you have my toe become my master?" he roared to the doctor. "I wouldn"t give in if it were my whole confounded foot, sir!" Oh, those were ripe days, Governor!"
"A little overripe for the toe, I fear, Major."
"Well, well, we"re sober enough now, sir, sober enough and to spare. Even the races are dull things. I"ve just been in to have a look at that new mare Tom Bickels is putting on the track, and bless my soul, she can"t hold a candle to the Brown Bess I ran twenty years ago--you don"t remember Brown Bess, eh, Governor?"
"Why, to be sure," said the Governor. "I can see her as if it were yesterday,--and a beauty she was, too,--but come in to supper with us, my dear Major; we were just sitting down. No, I shan"t take an excuse--come in, sir, come in."
"No, no, thank you," returned the Major. "Molly"s waiting, and Molly doesn"t like to wait, you know. I got dinner at Merry Oaks tavern by the way, and a mighty bad one, too, but the worst thing about it was that they actually had the impudence to put me at the table with an abolitionist.
Why, I"d as soon eat with a darkey, sir, and so I told him, so I told him!"
The Governor laughed, his fine, brown eyes twinkling in the gloom. "You were always a man of your word," he said; "so I must tell Julia to mend her views before she asks you to dine. She has just had me draw up my will and free the servants. There"s no withstanding Julia, you know, Major."
"You have an angel," declared the other, "and she gets lovelier every day; my regards to her,--and to her aunts, sir. Ah, good night, good night," and with a last cordial gesture he started rapidly upon his homeward way.
Betty caught the Governor"s hand and went with him into the house. As they entered the hall, Uncle Shadrach, the head butler, looked out to reprimand her. "Ef"n anybody "cep"n Ma.r.s.e Peyton had cotch you, you"d er des been lammed," he grumbled. "An" papa was real mad!" called Virginia from the table.
"That"s jest a story!" cried Betty. Still clinging to her father"s hand, she entered the dining room; "that"s jest a story, papa," she repeated.
"No, I"m not angry," laughed the Governor. "There, my dear, for heaven"s sake don"t strangle me. Your mother"s the one for you to hang on. Can"t you see what a rage she"s in?"
"My dear Mr. Ambler," remonstrated his wife, looking over the high old silver service. She was very frail and gentle, and her voice was hardly more than a clear whisper. "No, no, Betty, you must go up and wash your face first," she added decisively.
The Governor sat down and unfolded his napkin, beaming hospitality upon his food and his family. He surveyed his wife, her two maiden aunts and his own elder brother with the ineffable good humour he bestowed upon the majestic home-cured ham fresh from a bath of Madeira.
"I am glad to see you looking so well, my dear," he remarked to his wife, with a courtliness in which there was less polish than personality. "Ah, Miss Lydia, I know whom to thank for this," he added, taking up a pale tea rosebud from his plate, and bowing to one of the two old ladies seated beside his wife. "Have you noticed, Julia, that even the roses have become more plentiful since your aunts did us the honour to come to us?"
"I am sure the garden ought to be grateful to Aunt Lydia," said his wife, with a pleased smile, "and the quinces to Aunt p.u.s.s.y," she added quickly, "for they were never preserved so well before."
The two old ladies blushed and cast down their eyes, as they did every evening at the same kindly by-play. "You know I am very glad to be of use, my dear Julia," returned Miss p.u.s.s.y, with conscious virtue. Miss Lydia, who was tall and delicate and bent with the weight of potential sanct.i.ty, shook her silvery head and folded her exquisite old hands beneath the ruffles of her muslin under-sleeves. She wore her hair in shining folds beneath her thread-lace cap, and her soft brown eyes still threw a youthful l.u.s.tre over the faded pallor of her face.
"p.u.s.s.y has always had a wonderful talent for preserving," she murmured plaintively. "It makes me regret my own uselessness."
"Uselessness!" warmly protested the Governor. "My dear Miss Lydia, your mere existence is a blessing to mankind. A lovely woman is never useless, eh, Brother Bill?"