Miss Nelson presided at the breakfast-table, and as this meal was eaten in the comfortable old schoolroom, and as Miss Nelson looked just as usual, just as orderly, just as neat and prim as she did yesterday, and as she would again to-morrow, her presence had a certain calming effect upon the rioters. They ate their meal with some decorum, and not more than three children spoke at the same moment.
There was a grand consultation immediately after breakfast as to the proceedings of the day, and here it must be confessed Chaos once more mounted his throne, and held a most determined sway.
After ten minutes of babel, Marjorie suddenly squatted herself on the floor, and began to write furiously.
This was her programme: "Rush upstairs and dress as fast as possible--don"t be long on account of keeping the carriages waiting.
Put on our oldest, but we must be neat on account of father not liking dirty hands, and s.m.u.ts on the top of the nose, and smears anywhere--we had better wear our best, perhaps--tumble into the carts and carriages and wagons, and drive to Bee"s Head, that"s ten miles away. Eric wants to go, the others don"t; Lucy and I are for Salter"s Point, on account of the sh.e.l.ls, and that"s in the other direction. I think it"s quite eleven miles. Ermengarde votes for the Deep Woods, although I hate midges. Well, we"ll all go somewhere, and we"ll take every sc.r.a.p of food that the house holds, even if there is to be a famine afterward; well, perhaps we oughtn"t to take every sc.r.a.p, for the servants at home will be hungry, and we"ll want supper ourselves; we"ll be starving for it, I expect. Eric says the ferrets must come with us, for they ought to have fun like the rest of us on father"s birthday, particularly Shark, who has a great sense of humor. Ermie is nearly crying, for she"s afraid Shark will bite her, and Basil is winking at her, and trying to comfort her, and he"s frowning at Eric with the other side of his mouth, and Eric is putting out the tip of his tongue when he thinks no one is looking at him, which is vulgar, even though it is father"s birthday. What was I saying? I do get cramped and mixed, huddled up on the floor, scribbling. We"re to go for a long drive, to Bee"s Head, or somewhere, and the horses and the carriages and the servants and the ferrets and the children and father and all the food are to come too, and we are to have a great ball--no, that"s in the evening--and supper, and the fireworks will go off. Dear, dear, where are the fireworks to be squeezed? it"s a most confusing sort of day."
"Maggie!" suddenly exclaimed Basil.
She raised a flushed face.
"What are you doing, huddled up on the floor like a ball; and what"s that queer squiggly bit of paper in your hand?--it looks all over hieroglyphics. Here, I must see!" he s.n.a.t.c.hed at the paper, held it aloft, and read Marjorie"s programme aloud amid the roars of the company.
"I was only trying to make what we said less confusing," answered Marjorie. "I was getting it down as hard as I could, and I said I was mixed; anyone else would have been mixed too, I think."
"I should rather think they would," said Basil. "So that"s the nonsense we have been talking all this time. Thank you, Maggie, for showing us ourselves. Now, sir," here Basil turned round and addressed his father. Mr. Wilton looked at him with the greatest admiration; he felt years younger than his son at the moment.
"Now, sir," proceeded Basil, "we cannot go to Bee"s Head, and Salter"s Point, and the Deep Woods all in the same morning, as the three places happen to be in totally different directions, and as each of them also happens to be from ten to twelve miles from here. We must make a choice, and we must abide by it. It"s your birthday, father, and you ought to choose. Which shall it be?"
"Thank you, my boy, but I would not have the responsibility of a choice for the world--I don"t feel equal to it. You young folks must make the selection among you."
"I"m for Bee"s Head and the lighthouse!" screamed Eric; "there"s a man at the lighthouse of the name of Bolster, and he promised to get me some crabs, and I know he"d like to have a good stare at Shark. I"m for Bee"s Head and the lighthouse; that"s what I"m for!"
"I think the Deep Woods would be best," said Ermengarde. "It"s sure to be grilling in the sun to-day, and I expect there"ll be a good deal of dust, and the dust and the sun together do make your face feel so horrid and smarty. Don"t they, Basil?"
"I don"t know," said Basil, whose eyes were trying to interpret whether his father had any unspoken choice which might guide his own.
"Whereas in the Deep Woods it will be deliciously cool and fresh,"
proceeded Ermengarde in her sedate tones.
"Think of the midges and the gnats!" exclaimed Marjorie. "Oh, I"d rather have the sun any day! Who cares whether we are burnt or not?
Now at Salter"s Point there are such lovely sh.e.l.ls, real cowries, and those little pointers, and those _sweet_ little yellow sea-snail sh.e.l.ls."
"Yes--yes--yes--I want to go to Salter"s Point!" exclaimed Lucy.
"Oh, the lighthouse is twice the fun," exclaimed Eric, "and I know Shark----"
"Once for all, father," exclaimed Ermengarde, "you are not going to allow that odious ferret to destroy the whole pleasure of our day? I do wish, father, you"d vote for the Deep Woods."
"Here comes Miss Nelson; she shall decide," answered Mr. Wilton. "No, Eric, my boy, Shark must stay at home. There! I have said it--no more words. Miss Nelson, please come and be our deliverer. These young people have divided ideas with regard to the locality for the great birthday picnic. Some vote for Bee"s Head, some for Salter"s Point, some for the Deep Woods--all cannot be pleased; you shall therefore make the choice. Where are we to go?"
All the anxious pairs of eyes were immediately turned on Miss Nelson.
She quite blushed under their battery.
"Think of Bolster and the lighthouse!" exclaimed Eric. "Bolster has a tank where he keeps his crabs alive. He can take us up the tower, too, and show us the lanterns."
"Think of the shade of the Woods," said Ermengarde.
"Oh, those cowrie and yellow snail sh.e.l.ls!" sighed Marjorie.
Miss Nelson only caught these last words. She looked down into the pleading gray eyes of her favorite, and her choice was made.
"We will go to Salter"s Point," she said.
Some hurrahs, accompanied by some groans, met her decision; but it was a satisfaction to have anything fixed, and the children rushed upstairs to prepare for the great picnic.
It was discovered that the large wagonette and the pony-carriage could accommodate the whole party, and accordingly, soon after eleven o"clock, they started in the highest possible spirits--even Miss Nelson casting away her mantle of care for the time, and Mr. Wilton, who had now thoroughly entered into the spirit of the fun, enjoying himself as much as the youngest child present.
It was a glorious day, the breeze was only fresh, and the dust, notwithstanding Ermengarde"s fears, by no means excessive.
The little girl soon therefore got over her slight disappointment at Miss Nelson"s choice not having been the same as her own. She was seated by her favorite Basil"s side, in the pony-carriage, the more riotous party, with Mr. Wilton at their head, having elected to go in the wagonette.
Miss Nelson and two of the younger children sat opposite to Ermengarde and Basil. Ermengarde would rather have had another _vis-a-vis_, but as the governess devoted her whole time to amusing the two little ones, Ermengarde decided to take no notice of her, and to give herself up to the delights of Basil"s conversation.
Basil was a boy who, with all his sunny and pleasant ways, had a very reserved nature. There were in reality two Basils: one with a kindly word, a joke, a light jest, an affectionate manner for each and every one he came across; the other was made of sterner stuff--grave, with deep thoughts and high aspirations, and very strong, almost rigid ideas with regard to honor and rect.i.tude--this was the inner Basil, whose existence Ermengarde knew of, whom she adored, loved, admired, dreaded.
This Basil had a heart which could be wounded, and Ermengarde knew well that, if she caused that deep heart a pang, it might close its doors against her, and shut her out in the cold, outside its affection and influence forever.
By superficial observers Basil was considered one of the most forgiving and the most easily pleased people in the house. But Ermengarde knew better. She knew things might happen which might make Basil a very stern and unrelenting young judge.
This morning, however, all was sunshine. Basil was in his sunniest humor. He would not talk all the time to Ermengarde, but gave Miss Nelson and the children enough of his conversation to make them feel in it all, and consequently in excellent spirits. But for his sister he had some tender glances, and one or two allusions which no one understood but herself, for the brother and sister had spent happy birthdays like this in their mother"s time, and they were both thinking of her to-day.
A part of the road which led to Salter"s Point wound through the woods which lay at the back of Wilton Chase. There was plenty of shade, therefore, here, and Ermengarde lay back on her comfortable seat with a great feeling of rest and security. She almost forgot that miserable day which followed the boys" return from school; she even looked at Miss Nelson without being haunted by any sense of reproach. The governess"s worn face looked quite peaceful and happy; and Ermengarde hoped that she had really forgotten that tiresome old-fashioned miniature which had so mysteriously disappeared from her room. Ermie trusted that the stolen miniature would soon be forgotten, and she was fully convinced that her share in its disappearance would never be known.
The wagonette, with its two horses, had disappeared from sight, and the pony-carriage, drawn by the pretty Shetlands with their tinkling bells, was about to emerge through the park-gates, when there came a sudden interruption. This was caused by Collins, the head keeper, who stepped across the road, and touched his hat to the whole party, and to Ermengarde in particular.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Nelson," he said, addressing himself first of all to the governess, "but the fact is we are in a little bit of trouble at home, and the good wife said if I stood here I"d be sure to see Miss Ermengarde pa.s.sing, and she knew Miss Ermengarde would come to Susy, just for one minute, as she wants her so very badly."
On hearing these words Ermengarde turned so white that Miss Nelson thought she was going to faint. She started to her feet at once with a half-cry. "Oh, please let me go," she said eagerly. Her hand shook; she would have leaped out of the carriage had not Basil held her back.
"Sit quiet, Ermengarde," said her governess authoritatively. "Now, Collins, please explain why it is necessary that Miss Wilton should see your daughter at this inconvenient moment, when we are just on our way to Salter"s Point; you are aware that Mr. Wilton has forbidden any intimacy."
"Oh, let me go; I won"t keep you two minutes," said Ermie.
"Quiet, Ermengarde. Now, Collins, what does Susan want with Miss Wilton?"
Collins had a strongly-marked face, and it flushed now rather angrily.
"I can"t say, I"m sure, miss," he said. "The poor child is all in a fl.u.s.ter, and as to Miss Ermengarde, poor Susy worships the very ground she walks on. You haven"t, maybe, heard of the accident that has happened to her, miss?"
Miss Nelson"s manner became gentle at once. Ermengarde was about to burst forth with another exclamation; the governess laid her hand on the little girl"s arm with a not unkind pressure. "One moment, Ermie.
No, Collins, we have not heard of any accident. I sincerely trust your daughter has come to no harm."
"Well, miss, for the matter of that, Susy"s life ain"t in danger, but she has broke her leg; a bad fracture, too, midway between the knee and the ankle. Poor child, she"s for all like a boy in some of her ways, and she was climbing a tree to get a glimpse of me, she said, the rogue; and a rotten bough broke under her, and she came down right on her leg. The poor thing was insensible when I took her up, miss, but she"s better now, of course, and the leg was set by Doctor Reeves last night."
"Oh, do let me go to her," said Ermengarde; "what does a stupid picnic matter? Basil, won"t you speak up for me. _Do_ get Miss Nelson to let me go at once."
"Poor Susy, she"s feverish a bit," said Collins, favoring Ermengarde with a quick grateful glance, "and she has been crying out all the morning and half the night for missie. It was that made the wife think of me standing here to watch, in case Miss Ermengarde might spare a minute or two from the day"s pleasure to give to the poor child."