CHAPTER VIII.
WANTED A STAMP.
"I am so old, so old, I can write a letter."
I had meant, you will remember, to write my letter to Pierson late at night when everybody was in bed. I had been afraid of writing it till I was sure everybody was asleep, for if the light in the nursery had been seen, there was no saying what Mrs. Partridge might not have done, she would have been so angry. So I settled in my own mind to get up in the middle of the night--quite in the middle--to write it. But n.o.body--no big person at least--will be surprised to hear that for all my plans and resolutions I never woke! The beginning and the middle of the night pa.s.sed, and the end came, and it was not till the faint winter dawn was trying to make its way through the smoky London air that I woke up, to find it was morning--for a few minutes later I heard the stair clock strike seven.
At first I was dreadfully vexed with myself, then I began to think perhaps it was better. Even in the very middle of the night I might have been seen, and, after all, the letter would not have gone any sooner for having been written in the night instead of in the day-time. And in the day-time it was easy for me to write without minding any one seeing me, for Tom and I had our lessons to do for our tutor for the next day.
As soon as he had gone, therefore, I got my paper and set to work. I am not going to tell you just yet what I wrote to Pierson. You will know afterwards. You see I want to make my story as like a proper one as I can, _in case_ aun---- oh, there I am again, like a goose, going to spoil it all! I meant to say, that I have noticed that in what I call proper stories, real book, printed ones, though it all seems to come quite smooth and straight, it is really arranged quite plannedly--you are told just a bit, and then you are quietly taken away to another bit, and though you never think of it at the time, you find it all out afterwards. Well, I wrote my letter to Pierson after Tom and I had finished our lessons for our tutor. I told Tom I had written it, and then--the next thing was how to get it stamped and taken to the post.
"I wish I had thought of buying a stamp when we were out this morning,"
I said. I have forgotten to tell you that in the morning, early, we had been out a short walk with Sarah. Only a very short one however, for Sarah had to hurry back, because of course Mrs. Partridge said she needed her, and our tutor was coming at eleven. Still we were very glad to go out at all.
"Sarah would have known; would you have minded?" said Tom.
Somehow it made me feel sorry and puzzled to hear him talk like that. We had always been used to being quite open about everything--we had never thought about any one knowing or not knowing about anything we did, except of course surprises about birthday presents and those kind of things. And now in one short week Tom seemed to have got into little underhand ways--of not wanting people to know, and that kind of thing. I had too, but somehow it made me more sorry for Tom than for myself--it was so unlike his bright open way.
"No," I said, "I wouldn"t have minded. At least not for myself, only perhaps Mrs. Partridge would have scolded Sarah if she had found out we had been to the post-office."
"How _shall_ we get it posted?" said Tom. "If we had a stamp I could run with it. I saw a box for letters a very little way round the corner."
"Did you?" I said. "That"s a good thing. Let"s wait a little, and perhaps there"ll come some chance of getting out. I should think we could get a stamp at some shop--there were shops round the corner too."
It was a great satisfaction to have got the letter written. I looked at it with a good deal of pride--the address I was sure was right, I had copied it so exactly from the one at the end of Pierson"s letter. Though the boys did not know exactly what I had written to Pierson, they seemed to feel happier since knowing I had written something, and they had a vague idea that somehow or other brighter days would come for us in consequence.
Uncle Geoff had not been up to see us this morning--nor had he sent for us to go down. I was very glad, and yet I did not think it was at all kind. I did not know till a good while afterwards that he had not been at home since the day before, as he had been sent for to a distance to see somebody who was very ill.
At one o"clock we had had our dinner--it was not as nice a one as we had had the other days, and we said to each other it was because Mrs.
Partridge was angry still about the toast. We said so to Sarah too, and though she made no reply we could see she thought the same.
"And we shall have no strawberry jam for tea to-night," said Tom, sadly.
"No "tawberry dam," said Racey, and the corners of his mouth went down as if he were going to cry. He had been thinking of the strawberry jam, I dare say, as a sort of make up for the dry rice pudding at dinner--quite dry and hard it was, not milky at all, and Mrs. Partridge knew we liked milky puddings.
"Don"t be so sure of that," said Sarah, who was taking away the things.
"If you are all very good this afternoon I dare say you will have strawberry jam for tea. Mrs. Partridge is going out at three o"clock, and she won"t be back till six, so the tea will be my business."
The boys were quite pleased to have something to look forward to, and I, for my own reasons, was glad to hear Mrs. Partridge was going out.
It was, for November, a bright afternoon, much brighter than we had had yet. Tom, who was standing at the window looking out, gave a great sigh.
"What"s the matter, Master Tom?" said Sarah.
"I would so like to go out and play in the garden," said poor Tom. "What a horrid house this is, to have no garden! Sarah, aren"t you going to take us a walk this afternoon?"
Sarah shook her head. "I can"t, Master Tom," she said; "Mrs. Partridge is in such a fuss about going out herself as never was, and I"ve got a great deal to do. But if you"ll try to amuse yourselves till tea-time, I"ll see if I can"t think of something to please you after that."
"It"s _so_ long to tea-time," said Tom, discontentedly; "one, two, three hours--at least two and a half."
"Couldn"t we have tea sooner, Sarah," I said; "as soon as ever Mrs.
Partridge goes? We"ve not had a very good dinner, and I"m sure we shall be hungry."
Sarah considered.
"Well, I"ll see if I can"t get it for you by half-past three," she said.
Two hours even to half-past three! And the more tempting look of the day outside made it more tiresome to have to stay in. We really didn"t know _what_ to do to pa.s.s the time. I couldn"t propose telling stories again, for we had had so much of them the day before. Racey, as usual, seemed content enough with his everlasting horses, but Tom got very tiresome. I was trying to make a new lining to Lady Florimel"s opera cloak with a piece of silk I had found among my treasures. It was rather difficult to do it neatly, and I had no one to help me, and as it was Tom"s fault that the other one had been spoilt, I really did think he might have been nice and not teasing. But he was really _very_ tiresome--he kept pulling it out of my hands, and if ever I turned round for a moment, some of my things--my scissors or thimble or something--were sure to have disappeared. At last I got so angry that I could be patient no longer.
"Tom," I said, "you are perfectly unbearable," and I tried to s.n.a.t.c.h from him my reel of sewing cotton which he had pulled away just as I was going to take a new thread. But he jumped up on a chair and stretched his hand out of my reach. I climbed up after him--I was crying with vexation--and had nearly succeeded in pulling his arm down to get at the reel tightly clasped in his hand, when unluckily--oh, how unlucky we were!--the chair toppled over, and Tom and I both fell on the ground in a heap. I screamed, and I think Tom screamed, and just at that moment Uncle Geoff put his head in at the door. Was it not unfortunate? Such a scene--Tom and I kicking and quarrelling on the floor, Racey crying because in our fall we had interfered with what he called his railway line round the room, a jug of water which Tom had fetched out of the bedroom--threatening, to tease me, to wash Florimel"s face--and which he had forgotten to take back again, upset and broken and a stream all over the carpet-- oh dear, it was unlucky!
We jumped up as quickly as we could, and stood silent and ashamed. Had it been Uncle Geoff alone, I think we would have told him frankly how sorry we were, and perhaps he would have got to understand us better, but of course there was Mrs. Partridge stumping in behind him. Uncle Geoff did not speak to us, he turned round to Mrs. Partridge at once.
"Really," he said, "this is too bad. If these children cannot be trusted to be alone five minutes without risk of burning themselves or drowning themselves, can"t you let some one stay with them, Partridge?"
He spoke very sharply, and Mrs. Partridge"s face got very red.
"I"m sure I don"t know what more I can do," she said in a very injured tone. "There"s all the work of the house to do as usual, and indeed a great deal more _now_, of course. And how I can spare any one to be all day long with them I"m sure I can"t see. I have to go away to Browngrove in half-an-hour, all about the nurse for them, sir. I do think they might try to be good and quiet for an hour or two, with every one doing their best for them."
Uncle Geoff looked as if he really did not know what to say.
"I certainly think so too," he said. "I had no idea you ever quarrelled with your brothers, Audrey," he added, glancing at me severely. "I thought at least I could depend on you for that."
Then he turned to go away, and this time, knowing we _had_ been naughty, we looked at each other in silence, too ashamed to speak.
"I do hope you will settle with this person and get her to come at once," we heard Uncle Geoff say to Mrs. Partridge at the door. "This sort of thing really cannot be allowed to go on."
"No indeed, sir," said Mrs. Partridge, quite in a good humour again, apparently, as she had got us scolded instead of herself; "it is very evident they need a firm hand."
"Horrible, _horrible_ old woman," burst out Tom, as soon as, or indeed almost before, they were out of hearing. "Oh, it"s all her that"s making me so naughty. I never was naughty to you at home, Audrey, was I?
Oh dear, oh dear! I do wish mother would come back quick from China, or else we shall forget all about being good."
"And I did _so_ promise her to be good, and to teach you and Racey to be good too, and to make you happy, and I can"t. I don"t believe mother would want us to stay here if she knew how miserable we were," I sobbed, and when Tom saw me sobbing, he began crying too, and then when Racey saw us both he set off again, and so we all sat together on the floor crying bitterly. Only one good thing came out of our unhappiness--we all made friends again and kissed and hugged each other, and determined never to quarrel any more.
"It does no good to quarrel," I said, sadly, "and any way that"s one thing we can do to please mother, whatever Uncle Geoff or any one says about our being naughty."
We were very quiet for the rest of the afternoon till tea-time. We heard Uncle Geoff"s carriage come for him, and as by this time we had found out the way of seeing from the night-nursery window, we were able to watch him get in and drive away. And almost immediately after, a cab came to the door, into which got Mrs. Partridge, and she too drove away.
"She"s gone about the new nurse," said Tom, but still we all looked at each other with relief to think that Mrs. Partridge was really out of the house, if only for an hour or two.
"We might make toast for tea to-day," I said, "without any one scolding us."
"I feel as if I"d like to jump on to the table and make a _fearful_ noise," said Tom.
"That would be very silly," I said. "We should be as quiet as we can be while she"s out, so that every one can see it"s not true we"re naughty."
When Sarah brought up our tea she proved to be as good or even better than her word. She had brought us not only the strawberry jam as she had promised, but a beautiful big plateful of toast all ready b.u.t.tered, and as hot as anything. We were so pleased we all jumped up to kiss her, which was a great honour, as the boys were very particular whom they kissed. She looked very pleased too, but seemed rather hurried.