"Oh, as to that, "ow could it make any difference?" Harriet answered.
Beth was fascinated by the folk-lore of the place, and soon surpa.s.sed Harriet herself in the interpretation of dreams and the reading of signs and tokens. She began to invent methods of divination for herself too, such as, "If the boards don"t creak when I walk across the room I shall get through my lessons without trouble this morning,"
a trick which soon became a confirmed habit into which she was apt to lapse at any time; and so persistent are these early impressions that to the end of her days she would always rather have seen two rooks together than one alone, rooks being the birds of omen in a land where magpies were scarce. Mrs. Caldwell knew nothing of Beth"s proficiency in the black arts. She would never have discussed such a subject before the children, and took it for granted that Harriet was equally discreet; while Beth on her part, with her curious quick sense of what was right and proper, believed her mother to be above such things.
Harriet was a person of varied interests, all of which she discussed with Beth impartially. She had many lovers, according to her own account, and was stern and unyielding with them all, and so particular that she would dismiss them at any moment for nothing almost. If she went out at night she had always much to tell the next morning, and Beth would hurry over her lessons, watch her mother out of the way, and slip into the kitchen or upstairs after Harriet, and question her about what she had said, and he had said, and if she had let him kiss her even once.
"Well, last night," Harriet said on one occasion, in a tone of apology for her own weakness and good-nature. "Last night I couldn"t "elp it.
"E just put "is arm round me, and, well, there! I was sorry for "im."
"Why don"t you say _he_ and _him_ and _his_, Harriet?"
"I do."
"No, you don"t. You say "e and "im and "is."
"Well, that"s what you say."
Beth shouted the aspirates at her for answer, but in vain; with all the will in the world to "talk fine," as she called it, Harriet could never acquire the art, for want of an ear to hear. She could not perceive the slightest difference between him and "im.
Even at this age Beth had her own point of view in social matters, and frequently disconcerted Harriet by a word or look or inflection of the voice which expressed disapproval of her conduct. Harriet had been at home on one occasion for a week"s holiday, a charwoman having done her work in her absence, and on her return she had much to relate of Charles Russell, the groom at Fairholm, who continued to be an ardent admirer of hers, but not an honourable one, because he did not realise what a very superior person Harriet was. He thought she was no better than other girls, and when they were sitting up one night together in her mother"s cottage, the rest of the family having gone to bed, he made her a proposal which Harriet indignantly rejected.
"And ah _ses_ to "im, "Charles _Russell_," ah ses to "im, "not was it ever so," ah ses to "im"--she was proceeding emphatically when Beth interrupted her.
"Did you say you sat up with him alone all night?" she asked.
"Yes, there"s no "arm, you know," Harriet answered on the defensive, without precisely knowing why.
"Well, what did he say?" Beth rejoined without comment.
But Harriet, put out of countenance, omitted the details, and brought the story to an abrupt conclusion.
Another of Harriet"s interests in life was the _Family Herald_, which she took regularly, and as regularly read aloud to Beth, to the best of her ability--from the verses to "Violet," or "My own Love," on the first page, to the "Random Readings" on the last. They laughed at the jokes, tried to guess the riddles, were impressed with the historical anecdotes and words of wisdom, and became so hungry over the recipes for good dishes that they frequently fried eggs and potatoes, or a slice stolen from the joint roasting at the fire, and feasted surrept.i.tiously.
Beth tried in after years to remember what the stories in the _Family Herald_ had been about, but all she could recall was a vague incident of a falling scaffold, of a heroine called Margaret taking refuge in the dark behind a h.o.a.rding, and of a fascinating hero whom Harriet called Ug Miller. Long afterwards it dawned upon Beth that his name was Hugh.
When Mildred went to her aunt, Beth and Bernadine became of necessity constant companions, and it was a curious kind of companionship, for their natures were antagonistic. Like rival chieftains whose territories adjoin, they professed no love for each other, and were often at war, but were intimate nevertheless, and would have missed each other, because there was no one else with whom they could so conveniently quarrel. Harriet took the liveliest interest in their squabbles, which, under her able direction, rapidly developed from the usual little girls" scrimmages into regular stand-up fights.
One day Beth pulled Bernadine"s hair pa.s.sionately, and Bernadine retaliated by clawing Beth"s face, and then howled as a further relief to her feelings. Mrs. Caldwell rushed to see what accident had happened to the dear child, and Harriet came to see the sport.
"Mamma, Beth pulled my hair," Bernadine whined.
Mrs. Caldwell immediately thumped Beth, who seldom said a word in her own defence. Harriet was neutral till her mistress had disappeared, and then she supported Beth.
"Just you wait till after dinner," she said. "Come into the kitchen when your ma"s asleep, and fight it out. Don"t you be put upon by tell-pie-t.i.ts."
"What"s the use of my going into the kitchen?" Beth rejoined; "Bernadine doesn"t fight fair. She"s a horrid, low little coward."
"Am I!" Bernadine howled. "Just you wait till after dinner! I"m as brave as you are, and as strong, though you _are_ the biggest." Which was true. Bernadine was sallow, thin, wiry, and muscular; Beth was soft, and round, and white. She had height, age, and weight on her side; Bernadine had strength, agility, and cunning.
"Phew--w--w!" Beth jeered, mimicking her whine. "You"d "tell mamma" if you got a scratch."
"I won"t, Beth, if you"ll fight," Bernadine protested.
"We"ll see after dinner," Harriet put in significantly, and then returned to her work.
After the four o"clock dinner, during the dark winter months, Mrs.
Caldwell dozed for half-an-hour in her chair by the fire. This was the children"s opportunity. They were supposed to sit still and amuse themselves quietly while their mother slept; and, until she slept, they would sit motionless, watching her, the greater their anxiety to get away the more absolute their silence. Mrs. Caldwell looked as if she were being mesmerised to sleep by the two pairs of bright eyes so resolutely and patiently fixed upon her. The moment her breathing showed she was sound asleep, the children stole to the kitchen, shutting the doors after them softly, and instantly set to work.
It was a gruesome sight, those two children, with teeth set and clenched fists, battering each other in deadly earnest, but with no noise save the fizzle of feet on the brick floor, an occasional thump up against a piece of furniture, or the thud when they fell. They were afraid to utter a sound lest Aunt Victoria, up in her room, should hear them, and come down interfering; or their mother should wake, and come out and catch them. They bruised and blackened and scratched each other, and were seldom without what they considered the honourable scars of these battles. Sometimes, when Bernadine was badly mauled, she lost her temper, and threatened to tell mamma. But Beth could always punish her, and did so, by refusing to fight next time, although, without that recreation, life were a blank.
Harriet always cleared away obstacles to give them room, and then sat down to eat her dinner, and watch the fight. She had the tastes, and some of the habits, of a Roman empress, and encouraged them with the keenest interest for a long time, but when she had finished her dinner she usually wearied of the entertainment, and would then stop it.
"I say, yer _ma"s_ comin"! I can "ear "er!" she would exclaim. ""Elp us to wash up, or I shan"t be done for the reading."
When Harriet wanted help, Bernadine usually slipped away, helping anybody not being much in her line; but Beth set to work with a will.
Beth, always sociable, had persuaded her mother to let Harriet come to the reading; and Harriet accordingly, in a clean cap and ap.r.o.n, with a piece of sewing, was added to the party.
So long as she sat on a high chair, at a respectful distance, and remembered that she was a servant, her being there rather gratified Mrs. Caldwell than otherwise, once she had yielded to Beth"s persuasion, and saw the practical working of the experiment; it made her feel as if she were doing something to improve the lower cla.s.ses.
It was a pity she did not try to improve Beth and Bernadine by finding some sewing for their idle hands to do. During the reading, dear little Bernadine, "so good and affectionate always," would sit on the floor beside her mother, whose pocket she often picked of a penny or sixpence to vary the monotony when she did not understand the book.
Beth also sat idle, listening intently, and watching her sister. If the reading had been harrowing or exciting, she would fight Bernadine for the sixpence when they went to bed. There were lively scenes during the readings. They all wept at the pathetic parts, laughed loudly when amused, and disputed about pa.s.sages and incidents at the top of their voices. Mrs. Caldwell forgot that Harriet was a servant, Harriet forgot herself, and the children, unaccustomed to wordy warfare, forgot their fear of their mother, and flew at each other"s throats.
When the story was very interesting, Mrs. Caldwell read until she was hoa.r.s.e, and then went on to herself--"dipping," the children called it. It was a point of honour with them not to dip, and they would remonstrate with their mother loudly when they caught her at it. Their feeling on the subject was so strong that she was ashamed to be seen dipping at last. She used to put the book away until they were safe in bed, and then gratify her curiosity; but they suspected her, because once or twice they noticed that she was unaffected by an exciting part; so one night they came down in their night-dresses and caught her, and after that the poor lady had to be careful. She might thump the children for coming downstairs, but she could not alter the low opinion they had of a person who dipped.
CHAPTER XVI
Beth"s brain began to be extraordinarily busy. She recorded nothing, but her daily doings were so many works of her imagination. She was generally somebody else in these days, seldom herself; and people who did not understand this might have supposed that she was an exceedingly mendacious little girl, when she was merely speaking consistently in the character which she happened to be impersonating.
She would spend hours of the afternoon alone in the drawing-room, standing in the window looking out while she wove her fancies; and she soon began to go out also, by the back-door, when the mood was upon her, without asking anybody"s leave. She had wandered off in this way on one occasion to the south side, whither her people rarely went. At the top of the cliff, where the winding road began which led down to the harbour, a paralysed sailor was sitting in a wickerwork wheeled chair, looking over the sea. Beth knew the man by sight. He had been a yachtsman in the service of one of her great-uncles, and she had heard hints of extraordinary adventures they had had together. It filled her with compa.s.sion to see him sitting there so lonely and helpless, and as she approached she resolved herself into a beneficent being, able and willing to help. She had a book under her arm, a costly volume which Mrs. Caldwell had borrowed to read to the children. Beth had been looking at the pictures when the desire to go out suddenly seized upon her, and had carried the book off inadvertently.
"How are you to-day, Tom?" she said, going up to the invalid confidently. "I"m glad to see you out. We shall soon have you about again as well as ever. I knew a man in Ireland much worse than you are. He couldn"t move his hands and arms. Legs are bad enough, but when it"s hands and arms as well, you know, it"s worse. Well, now you couldn"t tell there"d ever been anything the matter with him."
"And what cured "im?" Tom asked with interest.
"Oh, he just _thought_ he"d get well, you know. You"ve got to set yourself that way, don"t you see? If mountains can be moved by faith, you can surely move your own legs!"
"That sounds reasonable any way," Tom e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
"Do you like reading?" said Beth.
"Yes, I read a bit at times."
"Well, I"ve brought you a book," Beth proceeded, handing him the borrowed volume. "You"ll find it interesting, I"m sure. It"s a great favourite of mine."
"You"re mighty good," the sailor said.