"You"re vrezy vulgar to be so c"oss," said Racey.
"I don"t believe you know what "vulgar" means," I said.
"No," said Racey, calmly, "I doesn"t," and in laughing at him I forgot my c"ossness, though afterwards when I remembered it, I felt really ashamed of having been so sharp upon poor Racey just when we had so many things to be happy about.
Almost immediately after we had got the table really arranged for the last time--we had done it and undone it so often that it was nearly four o"clock before it was quite ready--we heard a carriage stop at the door and then the bell rang, and peeping over the bannisters we heard Benjamin open the front door. Then came a soft rustle of some one coming up-stairs.
"It"s _her_," I cried, rushing back into the nursery. And then we all flew out to the top of the staircase to welcome her. I should have liked to run down to the first landing but I daren"t, for as sure as anything Tom and Racey would have been after me, and I was frightened as it was of Tom"s catching cold by even coming to the landing.
But she saw our eager faces between the rails before she was half way up. "Have you been waiting long for me, dears?" she said. "I came as quickly as I could."
"Oh! no, Miss Goldy-hair," we cried, "we have been _so_ happy."
Then we led her triumphantly into the nursery.
"Look," said the little boys, "did you _ever_ see such a lovely tea?"
"m.u.f.fins is coming," said Tom.
"I gave my fourpenny-bit and two halfpennies, but Audrey gived me one halfpenny back. Uncle Geoff buyed the things, but Audrey and Tom gaved him lotses of money," said Racey.
"Hush, Racey, it"s _very_ rude to tell people what things cost like that," I said reprovingly. But Miss Goldy-hair didn"t seem to mind; she looked as pleased as she possibly could; we felt quite sure that she meant what she said when she kissed us her nice way--not a silly way as if we were just babies, you know--and thanked us for taking so much trouble to please her.
What a happy tea we had! Tom"s sore throat seemed to be getting much better, for Miss Goldy-hair and I had really to stop his eating as much as he wanted. We wouldn"t have minded if he had been quite well, for he wasn"t a greedy boy, but when people are even a little ill it"s better for them not to eat much, though I must confess the m.u.f.fins and the chocolatey biscuits were dreadfully tempting. And after tea, before beginning to tell us the story, Miss Goldy-hair and I had a nice little talk. She had such a nice way of talking--she made you sorry without making you feel cross, if you know how I mean. She made me _quite_ see how wrong it would have been of me to try to run away to Pierson with the boys; that it would really have been disobeying papa and mother, and that happiness never comes to people who go out of the right path to look for it in.
"But it does _sometimes_, Miss Goldy-hair," I said. "We found _you_ out of the right path, because it was naughty to have gone out to post the letter without any one knowing."
And Miss Goldy-hair smiled at that, and said no, when we found her we were on the right path of trying to run home again as fast as we could.
And then she read to me a little letter she had written to Pierson, telling her all about us, and that Uncle Geoff was getting us a very nice kind nurse and that we were going to be quite happy, and Pierson must not be anxious about us, and that some day perhaps in the summer we should go to see her in her pretty cottage. And at the end of the letter I wrote down that I sent my love, so that Pierson would see the letter was like from me. Miss Goldy-hair asked very kindly for Pierson"s poor mother in the letter. It was really a very nice one. She had written it for fear Pierson should be thinking we would really be coming to her; but, after all for _that_ it needn"t have been written, as--wasn"t it queer?--we found out afterwards that Pierson never got the letter that had cost us such trouble! It couldn"t have been plainly directed I suppose; and just fancy if I _had_ run away with the boys, we should have got to that Copple-something station, perhaps late at night, five miles from Pierson"s cottage, with n.o.body to meet us!--even supposing we had got the right trains and all in London, and not had any accidents, all of which, as Miss Goldy-hair explained, was very doubtful. Oh dear! it makes me shiver even now to think of what troubles we might have got into, and Tom with a sore throat too! _Miss Goldy-hair"s_ letter was of course all nicely addressed--and Pierson got it quite rightly, for in a few days we got a nice one from her, saying she was so glad of good news of us and so glad we had found a kind friend, for though her poor mother was dead she couldn"t very well have come back to us, as Harding was most anxious to get married and settled at once.
Now I will get back to the afternoon that Miss Goldy-hair came to have tea with us.
When Sarah had taken away the tea-things and made the room look quite neat, the boys began to think it was time that they got a little of Miss Goldy-hair"s attention.
"Miss "Doldy-hair," said Racey, clambering up on her knee, "zou promised us a story."
"Yes, please," said Tom, "and let me sit on a buffet and put my head against your knee. It makes my sore t"roat feel better."
"What a little coaxer you are, Tom," said Miss Goldy-hair; but though Tom peeped up for a moment to see if she was vexed, it was plain she wasn"t, for she made a nice place for his little round head on her knee, managing somehow to find room for Racey too, and not forgetting either to draw close to her a chair for me.
"Now," she said, "we"re very comfortable. Shall I tell you my little story? It"s not a long one, and I"m afraid it"s not very interesting, but it"s the only one I could think of to-day."
"Oh! do tell it," we said, "do, do, dear Miss Goldy-hair."
And so she began.
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CHAPTER XII.
THE WHITE DOVE.
"Oh! good is the sunlight that glances, And good are the buds and the birds; And so all the innocent fancies Our lips can express make good words."
"There was once a little girl," said Miss Goldy-hair, "whose every-day life was rather dull and hard. In some ways I think it was duller than the lives of quite poor children, and in some ways I am not sure but that it was harder too. For though not really poor--that is to say, they had enough to eat in a plain way and clothes to wear of a plain kind--still her parents were what is called struggling people. And they had a great many children, little and big, of whom my little girl--Letty was her name--was one of the middle ones. No, I should hardly say one of the middle ones, for there were two older and five younger, so she was more like a big one. But she was small and delicate and seemed younger than she really was. They lived in a town--in the very middle of it; they had to do so on account of the father"s work--and it was one of the ugliest towns you could imagine. Yet strange to say, the country round about this town was very--what people call picturesque, if you know what that means? There were hills, and valleys, and nice woods, and chattering streams at but a very few hours" journey off. But many of the people of the town hardly knew it; they were so hard-worked and so busy about just gaining their daily bread, that they had no time for anything else. And of all the hard-worked people, I do not know that any were more so than Letty"s parents. If they had been much poorer than they were, and living quite in the country, I do not think Letty would have been so much to be pitied--not in the summer time any way, for then there are so very many pleasures that even the poorest cannot be deprived of. As it was she had almost _no_ pleasures; her mother was kind, but always busy, and, as is often the case, so much taken up with her very little children that she _could not_ think so very much about Letty. The big brother of fourteen was already at work, and the sister of thirteen was strong and tall, and able to find pleasure in things that were no pleasure to Letty. She, the big sister I mean, was still at school, and clever at her lessons, so she got a good deal of praise; and she had already begun to learn dressmaking, and was what people called "handy with her needle," so she was thought a great deal of at home and was neither timid nor shy. Letty was not clever in any way, and very timid--her pleasures were of a kind that her life made impossible for her. She liked beautiful things, she liked soft lovely colours, and gentle voices and tender music. Rough tones really hurt her, and ugly things caused her actual pain. Sometimes when her mother told her to go out and walk with the others, she just begged to stay at home, without being able to say why, for she could not have explained how the sight of the dark, grey streets of houses dulled her, how the smoke-dried gra.s.s that had never had a chance of being green in the fields a little way out of the town, and the dreadful black-looking river that some old, old men in the town still remembered a clear sparkling stream, made her perfectly miserable. It was strange, for she had never known anything else--she had never seen the real country--all her life she had lived, a poor stunted little plant, in the same dingy little house, with the small rooms and steep, narrow staircase, and with a sort of constant untidiness about it, in spite of her poor mother"s care and striving.
But n.o.body thought much about poor Letty--she was humble and sweet-tempered and never put herself forward, and so it never entered any one"s head to wonder if she was happy or not.
"One day her mother sent her a message--and as it was a message, of course Letty never thought of saying she would rather not go--to a house further out of the town than Letty had ever been alone, and as it was rather a fine day, that is to say, it was not raining, and up in the sky about the place where the sun ought to be there was a faintly bright look in the clouds, her mother told her if she liked she might take a turn before coming home. But Letty did not care to stay out--she left the message, and then turned to hurry home as fast as she could. She was hastening along, when a faint sound caught her ears, and looking round she saw lying on the ground a few steps from her a beautiful white dove.
It seemed in pain, for it tried to move, and after fluttering a few steps fell down again, and Letty saw that one wing was dragging in a way it shouldn"t, and she thought to herself it must be broken. Her kind heart was always quick to feel pity, and she gently lifted the bird, and sitting down on the ground tried to find out what was wrong. But she was half afraid to touch the wing for fear of hurting the bird more, and was quite at a loss what to do, when suddenly a very soft cooing voice reached her ears. It was so soft that it didn"t startle her, still she felt, as you can fancy, _very_ much surprised to hear a little dove talking.
""Don"t be afraid, Letty," it said. "Put your hand in your pocket and you will find a white ribbon. With that you must bind up my wing."
"Letty put her hand in her pocket as if she couldn"t help doing so, though she felt sure there was no ribbon in it. To her surprise she drew out a piece of the prettiest, softest ribbon she had ever seen--pure white and satiny--softer than satin even. And too surprised, as it were, to speak, she carefully and tenderly bound it round the dove"s body in such a way as to support the wing. No sooner was it firmly tied, than to her increased surprise, the dove raised itself, gave a sort of flutter, and rose in the air. It hovered a few moments over her head, and Letty held her breath, in fear that it was going to fly away, when, as suddenly as it had left her, it fluttered back again, and perching on her knees, looked at her with its soft plaintive eyes.
""What can I do for you, little girl?" it said, "for you have cured my wing," and looking at it closely, Letty saw it was true. Both wings were perfectly right, and the pretty white ribbon was now tied like a necklace two or three times loosely round its neck. And at last Letty found voice to reply--
""Oh, white dove," she said, "you are a fairy. I see you are. Oh, white dove, take me with you to Fairyland."
""Alas!" said the dove, "that I cannot do. But see here, little girl,"
and as he spoke he somehow managed to slip the ribbon off his neck. "I give you this. It will open the door if you are good and gentle and do your work well."
"The ribbon fluttered to Letty"s feet, for with his last words the dove had again risen in the air. Letty eagerly seized it, for she saw something was fastened to it--to the ribbon I mean. Yes--a little key was hanging on it--a tiny little silver key, and Letty would have admired it greatly but for her anxiety to get some explanation from the dove before it flew away.
""_What_ door does it open?" she said. "Oh, white dove, how shall I know what to do with it?""
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Wait for the first moonlight night and you will see,"
said the dove, and then it flew off.]
""The door of the garden where I live. That is what it opens. Wait for the first moonlight night and you will see," said the dove, and then it flew off, higher and higher up into the sky, already growing dusk and gray, for the winter was not far off.
"Letty looked again at her precious key. Then very carefully she folded up the ribbon with the key in the centre of it and hid it in the front of her dress, and feeling as if she were in a dream, she made her way home.
"For some days nothing more happened. But Letty waited patiently till the time should come which the bird had spoken of. And the looking forward to this made the days pa.s.s quickly and less dully, and often and often she said over to herself, "if you are good and gentle and do your work well," and never had she tried more to be good and helpful, so that one day her mother said, "Why, Letty dear, you"re getting as quick and clever as Hester." Hester was the big sister--and Letty said to herself that the dove had made her happier already, and that night when she went to sleep she had a sort of bright feeling that she never remembered to have had before.
""I think it must be going to be moonlight," she thought to herself. But when she looked out of the window the dull little street was all wet, she could see the puddles glistening in the light of the lamps--it was raining hard.
"Letty gave a little sigh and went to bed. She had a little bed to herself, though there were two others in the room, for her elder sister and two of the younger ones.
"In the middle of the night Letty awoke--the rain was over evidently, for the room was filled with moonlight. Letty started up eagerly, and the first thing that caught her sight was a door at the foot of her bed, a common cupboard door, it seemed, with a keyhole in it. It was the keyhole I think which first caught her attention, and yet surely the door had always been there before?--at least--at least she thought it had. It was very queer that she could not quite remember. But she jumped out of bed--softly, not to wake her sisters, and though half laughing at her own silliness in imagining her tiny silver key could fit so large a lock, she yet could not help trying it. She had the key and the ribbon always with her, carefully wrapped up, and now she drew out the key and slipped it in, and, wonderful to tell, it fitted as if made for the lock. Letty, holding her breath with eagerness, turned it gently--the door yielded, opening inwards, and Letty, how, exactly, she never knew, found herself inside----what, do you think?"
"The cupboard of course," said Tom.
"Were there olanges and bistwicks in there?" said Racey.