"We couldn"t make bread and b.u.t.ter look pretty," said Tom, rather grumpily.
I was sorry to see him so disappointed, just when I thought that our having found Miss Goldy-hair was going to make everything nice.
"I"d run out myself to buy things if I didn"t know it would vex Uncle Geoff," I said. And then suddenly an idea came into my head. The saying Uncle Geoff"s name seemed to have brought it.
"I"ll tell you what I"ll do," I said, "I"ll ask Uncle Geoff himself."
Tom looked amazed at my boldness.
"Won"t he be vexed?" he said.
"No, I don"t think he will. Any way I"ll ask him. I dare say he"s in, for he said something about seeing how your cold was at dinner-time. But I won"t wait till he comes up. I"ll go straight down and ask him."
Tom and Racey looked at me with increased respect. I just waited to wash my hands and smooth my hair, and down I ran. I met n.o.body on the way, though when I got to the foot of the stair I heard Sarah and Benjamin talking in the pantry. But I did not feel inclined to ask them if Uncle Geoff was in-- I liked better to go straight to his study myself. So I tapped at the door, not very loud, but distinctly. In spite of my boldness my heart was beating a little faster than usual, but instead of that making me tap faintly, it made me wish the more to know at once if Uncle Geoff _was_ in, so that I shouldn"t stand there waiting for nothing. Almost at once came the answer "Come in." Uncle Geoff had very quick ears.
I went in. He was sitting writing rather hurriedly it seemed, at his table, but he could not have been in long, for his hat and great coat were flung down carelessly, and unless he is in a great hurry, Uncle Geoff always hangs them up carefully in the hall. He looked up however.
"Well, Audrey," he said, "is that you? Wait a minute and then I"ll speak to you."
I didn"t mind waiting, and this time of myself I went near the fire. I was counting over our money in my mind, and wondering how much of it it would be right to spend on what we called our "tea-party." And in a minute or two Uncle Geoff left off writing, folded up his letter and addressed the envelope and rang for Benjamin.
"Take this at once," he said; and I couldn"t help wondering a little that Benjamin didn"t feel frightened when Uncle Geoff spoke so shortly and sharply. But Benjamin didn"t seem to mind a bit. "Yes, sir," he said quite cheerfully, and somehow it made me think that after all Uncle Geoff couldn"t be really sharp or stern, for Benjamin must know him very well, and when Benjamin had gone out of the room and Uncle Geoff turned to me I didn"t feel as if I minded speaking to him the least.
"So, Audrey," he said, "you haven"t forgotten our agreement, I see. And what are you troubled about now, my little lady?-- Tom is no worse, by the by?" he added hastily.
"Oh no, Uncle Geoff, I think he"s rather better. He didn"t eat _much_ at dinner, but he liked Miss Goldy-hair"s jelly _very_ much."
Uncle Geoff smiled again at our funny name for the young lady, which I had got so used to that I said it without thinking.
"It was very kind of Miss--perhaps you don"t want to know her by her real name?" he said smiling. "It was very kind of her to bring Tom some jelly. No doubt it tasted much better than if Partridge had made it."
"Yes," I said, quite gravely. "I think it did," and I thought it was rather funny of Uncle Geoff to smile at me for saying that. But yet I didn"t mind. I didn"t even mind when he called me "my little lady." I was beginning to think he was really rather nice.
"And what is the trouble then, Audrey?" said Uncle Geoff.
"It isn"t exactly a trouble," I said. "It"s only that we haven"t anything nice for tea. We"ve plenty of _money_--it isn"t that, but we don"t know how to buy anything, for of course we can"t go out,"--I felt myself get a little red when I said that,--"and we didn"t like to ask Sarah without telling you."
"Quite right," said Uncle Geoff, patting my head. "But what sort of things do you want? Is it to tempt Tom to eat, or what has put it into your heads to want something particularly nice to-day?"
"Oh because--why I thought I had told you at the beginning," I said, "how stupid of me! Why it"s because Miss Goldy-hair"s coming to have tea with us, to make up for us not going to her, you know."
Uncle Geoff raised his eyebrows.
"Oh ho," he said, "I see! And what is it you want then?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: Two m.u.f.fins would be exquisite.]
"We were thinking," I said gravely, "that six sponge cakes, and six bath-buns, and some of those nice crispy biscuits mother used to have--I think they"re German biscuits, they"re awfully nice, with a chocolatey taste, mother always sent to London for them--we were thinking that would make a lovely tea. And we"ve quite enough to pay for that. And oh, Uncle Geoff, if _you_ would tell Mrs. Partridge to toast and b.u.t.ter them, two m.u.f.fins would be exquisite."
I clasped my hands in entreaty, and Uncle Geoff had such a funny look in his eyes that I quite stared at him.
"You"re not vexed?" I said. "I"d promise only to let Tom and Racey eat two bits each, for I know m.u.f.fins are rather "digestible."
At this Uncle Geoff really burst out laughing--he quite roared.
"Audrey, you"ll kill me," he said, and I began to be a little offended.
"Don"t _you_ be vexed," he said, as soon as he could speak. "I really beg your pardon, and I promise you to tell Mrs. Partridge myself. Yes, you shall have the m.u.f.fins. But how are all these delicacies to be procured? Will you come out with me now--my brougham will be at the door directly--and I"ll take you to a confectioner and let you choose for yourself?"
"Oh yes," I said eagerly, "that _would_ be nice--" but suddenly I stopped. "No," I said, "I don"t think it would be very kind to the boys to go without them. For it"s their money you know, Uncle Geoff, as well as mine."
"All right," said Uncle Geoff, and I could see he was pleased with me; "all right. You shall have all you want in half an hour at latest," and he was turning to go, for while we were talking he had been putting on his great coat, when I stopped him.
"The money, Uncle Geoff," I cried, "you are forgetting the money. It"s all ready--see--this is one of my shillings, and a sixpence and three pennies of Tom"s, and Racey"s fourpenny and two of his halfpennies. The way we planned it was a shilling for the sponge cakes and buns, and a shilling for biscuits, and two pennies for two m.u.f.fins. It makes two shillings and two pennies just--doesn"t it? I know mother used to say the chocolatey biscuits were dear, but I should think a shilling would get enough--a shilling"s a good deal."
"Yes, it"s twelve whole pence," said Uncle Geoff very seriously, as he took the money.
"But if the biscuits cost more, you"ll tell me, won"t you, Uncle Geoff?"
I said, and he nodded "yes" back to me as he went out, and I ran up-stairs to the nursery as happy as I could be.
The boys were delighted with my news--Tom, who I must say had from the beginning been inclined to like Uncle Geoff, was quite glad to find I too was beginning to think him nice, for Tom wouldn"t have thought it quite fair to me to like him if I didn"t. We got out some of the prettiest of my doll"s dinner-service plates, for we thought it might look nice to put a few of them up and down the table with just two or three biscuits on each; and we were very busy and happy, and it didn"t seem nearly half an hour when we heard some one coming up-stairs, and in another moment Uncle Geoff called to us to open the door, as his hands were so full he couldn"t.
He came in with several tempting-looking parcels in his arms, and oh, best of all, the dearest and prettiest little flowery plant growing in a pot! It was a heath--like some we had in the hothouse at home--and it _was_ so pretty. I nearly jumped for joy.
"See here, Audrey," he said, "see what I have brought you for the centre of your table. You are very fond of flowers, I know."
"Oh, Uncle Geoff!" I said. "Oh, I am so pleased. We were so wishing for some flowers to make the table look pretty."
Uncle Geoff looked as pleased as we did.
"Now here are your commissions," he went on. "You"ll like to unpack them yourselves I dare say. And I must be off."
"And the money," I asked. "Was there enough?"
Uncle Geoff put on a very counting face. "Let me see," he said; "you gave me in all two shillings and twopence. Well what did it all come to--sponge-cakes so much, buns so much, biscuits," he went on murmuring to himself and touching his fingers to remind him--"yes, it is very curious," he said, "it comes to just two shillings and three half-pence.
I have one halfpenny change to give you, Audrey, and I hope you think I have done your marketing well."
"Oh, Uncle Geoff," we said, "it"s lovely. And," I added, "about the m.u.f.fins. Did you tell Mrs. Partridge?"
"Poor Mrs. Partridge is ill to-day," said Uncle Geoff. "But you shall have your m.u.f.fins. Now good-bye," and he went away.
We opened the parcels with the greatest interest. They were just what we had asked for--six sponge-cakes, beautifully fresh and fluffy-looking; six bath-buns also fresh and crisp, and sugary at the top; and biscuits more charming than we had ever seen--white and pink and every shade of tempting brown.
"They are German biscuits, I am sure," I said. "Mother has often told me what nice kinds there are in Germany;" and we set to work to arrange them on the plates which I ran down to ask Sarah for, with the greatest pleasure. We were so happy that we felt able to be a little sorry for Mrs. Partridge.
"I wonder if she"s got a sore t"roat," said Tom.
"P"raps she"s doin" to die," suggested Racey. "She"s so vrezy hold."
"H-old," said I. "Racey, how dreadfully vulgar you are."