"But," cried Josephine, flouncing on her pillow and staring across the dark at Constantia, "father"s head!" And suddenly, for one awful moment, she nearly giggled. Not, of course, that she felt in the least like giggling. It must have been habit. Years ago, when they had stayed awake at night talking, their beds had simply heaved. And now the porter"s head, disappearing, popped out, like a candle, under father"s hat... The giggle mounted, mounted; she clenched her hands; she fought it down; she frowned fiercely at the dark and said "Remember" terribly sternly.
"We can decide to-morrow," she said.
Constantia had noticed nothing; she sighed.
"Do you think we ought to have our dressing-gowns dyed as well?"
"Black?" almost shrieked Josephine.
"Well, what else?" said Constantia. "I was thinking--it doesn"t seem quite sincere, in a way, to wear black out of doors and when we"re fully dressed, and then when we"re at home--"
"But n.o.body sees us," said Josephine. She gave the bedclothes such a twitch that both her feet became uncovered, and she had to creep up the pillows to get them well under again.
"Kate does," said Constantia. "And the postman very well might."
Josephine thought of her dark-red slippers, which matched her dressing-gown, and of Constantia"s favourite indefinite green ones which went with hers. Black! Two black dressing-gowns and two pairs of black woolly slippers, creeping off to the bathroom like black cats.
"I don"t think it"s absolutely necessary," said she.
Silence. Then Constantia said, "We shall have to post the papers with the notice in them to-morrow to catch the Ceylon mail... How many letters have we had up till now?"
"Twenty-three."
Josephine had replied to them all, and twenty-three times when she came to "We miss our dear father so much" she had broken down and had to use her handkerchief, and on some of them even to soak up a very light-blue tear with an edge of blotting-paper. Strange! She couldn"t have put it on--but twenty-three times. Even now, though, when she said over to herself sadly "We miss our dear father so much," she could have cried if she"d wanted to.
"Have you got enough stamps?" came from Constantia.
"Oh, how can I tell?" said Josephine crossly. "What"s the good of asking me that now?"
"I was just wondering," said Constantia mildly.
Silence again. There came a little rustle, a scurry, a hop.
"A mouse," said Constantia.
"It can"t be a mouse because there aren"t any crumbs," said Josephine.
"But it doesn"t know there aren"t," said Constantia.
A spasm of pity squeezed her heart. Poor little thing! She wished she"d left a tiny piece of biscuit on the dressing-table. It was awful to think of it not finding anything. What would it do?
"I can"t think how they manage to live at all," she said slowly.
"Who?" demanded Josephine.
And Constantia said more loudly than she meant to, "Mice."
Josephine was furious. "Oh, what nonsense, Con!" she said. "What have mice got to do with it? You"re asleep."
"I don"t think I am," said Constantia. She shut her eyes to make sure.
She was.
Josephine arched her spine, pulled up her knees, folded her arms so that her fists came under her ears, and pressed her cheek hard against the pillow.
Chapter 3.II.
Another thing which complicated matters was they had Nurse Andrews staying on with them that week. It was their own fault; they had asked her. It was Josephine"s idea. On the morning--well, on the last morning, when the doctor had gone, Josephine had said to Constantia, "Don"t you think it would be rather nice if we asked Nurse Andrews to stay on for a week as our guest?"
"Very nice," said Constantia.
"I thought," went on Josephine quickly, "I should just say this afternoon, after I"ve paid her, "My sister and I would be very pleased, after all you"ve done for us, Nurse Andrews, if you would stay on for a week as our guest." I"d have to put that in about being our guest in case--"
"Oh, but she could hardly expect to be paid!" cried Constantia.
"One never knows," said Josephine sagely.
Nurse Andrews had, of course, jumped at the idea. But it was a bother.
It meant they had to have regular sit-down meals at the proper times, whereas if they"d been alone they could just have asked Kate if she wouldn"t have minded bringing them a tray wherever they were. And meal-times now that the strain was over were rather a trial.
Nurse Andrews was simply fearful about b.u.t.ter. Really they couldn"t help feeling that about b.u.t.ter, at least, she took advantage of their kindness. And she had that maddening habit of asking for just an inch more of bread to finish what she had on her plate, and then, at the last mouthful, absent-mindedly--of course it wasn"t absent-mindedly--taking another helping. Josephine got very red when this happened, and she fastened her small, bead-like eyes on the tablecloth as if she saw a minute strange insect creeping through the web of it. But Constantia"s long, pale face lengthened and set, and she gazed away--away--far over the desert, to where that line of camels unwound like a thread of wool...
"When I was with Lady Tukes," said Nurse Andrews, "she had such a dainty little contrayvance for the b.u.t.tah. It was a silvah Cupid balanced on the--on the bordah of a gla.s.s dish, holding a tayny fork. And when you wanted some b.u.t.tah you simply pressed his foot and he bent down and speared you a piece. It was quite a gayme."
Josephine could hardly bear that. But "I think those things are very extravagant" was all she said.
"But whey?" asked Nurse Andrews, beaming through her eyegla.s.ses. "No one, surely, would take more b.u.t.tah than one wanted--would one?"
"Ring, Con," cried Josephine. She couldn"t trust herself to reply.
And proud young Kate, the enchanted princess, came in to see what the old tabbies wanted now. She s.n.a.t.c.hed away their plates of mock something or other and slapped down a white, terrified blancmange.
"Jam, please, Kate," said Josephine kindly.
Kate knelt and burst open the sideboard, lifted the lid of the jam-pot, saw it was empty, put it on the table, and stalked off.
"I"m afraid," said Nurse Andrews a moment later, "there isn"t any."
"Oh, what a bother!" said Josephine. She bit her lip. "What had we better do?"
Constantia looked dubious. "We can"t disturb Kate again," she said softly.
Nurse Andrews waited, smiling at them both. Her eyes wandered, spying at everything behind her eyegla.s.ses. Constantia in despair went back to her camels. Josephine frowned heavily--concentrated. If it hadn"t been for this idiotic woman she and Con would, of course, have eaten their blancmange without. Suddenly the idea came.
"I know," she said. "Marmalade. There"s some marmalade in the sideboard.
Get it, Con."
"I hope," laughed Nurse Andrews--and her laugh was like a spoon tinkling against a medicine-gla.s.s--"I hope it"s not very bittah marmalayde."