"Yes, something like that, I suppose," said Linda, as if she was in the habit of seeing ghosts, and knew quite what they were like.
"Or like us when we play snapdragon--at the end, you know, when they throw salt in among the brandy," suggested Nettie.
"Don"t talk about that, please, Nettie," whispered Denis, tugging softly at his sister"s arm.
Nettie looked surprised, but she understood Den better than did any of the others, so she said no more; but later in the evening, when they were alone, she asked him what he meant.
"I don"t know," said Denis; "don"t ask me; I want to forget about it,"
and he gave a little shiver.
And question as Nettie would, he could not be got to explain further.
There was only one Sunday at home before the day came for going. It was a cold and snowy day; too cold, it was decided, for the children to go to church, so in the afternoon their mother sent for them all to read with her. The stormy weather led to their talking about adventures in winter--about poor travellers being lost in the snow, and the brave things that had been done to rescue them sometimes, and the children"s mother told them some stories which they thought very interesting.
"What is "brave?"" asked Denis suddenly. He was sitting beside his mother, and was holding her hand.
Mother looked round.
"Suppose you each answer Denis"s question?" she said. "I"ll begin with you, Alex, as you"re the oldest. What does true bravery mean?"
"Den didn"t say "true" bravery, mother," objected Linda, who had already shrugged her plump shoulders contemptuously at her little brother"s question, with a muttered "So silly--anybody could tell that."--"He only said, "what does "brave" mean?" If you say "true bravery," it gets more puzzling."
Mother looked at Linda with a rather amused expression.
"That is why I added the word you object to, my dear Linda. I _want_ you all to think about it a little, not just to answer what "anybody can tell," without reflecting at all." Linda blushed. _Sometimes_ it was annoying that mother had such quick ears. But she said nothing. "Come, Alex," continued mother, "what is true bravery?"
"Oh, I don"t know. _I_ don"t see anything puzzling," said Alex, looking puzzled, nevertheless. "It just means not being afraid of anything.
It"s just the way people are made. Some are afraid, and some aren"t.
I"m never afraid, but it"s just that I"m made that way," he went on.
"But if that"s it, it has nothing to do with being good," said Lambert, who was more thoughtful than Alex. "I mean, it"s no use thinking about a thing that comes of itself like that, mother. And yet being brave is always counted as if it was something good, something to be praised for."
He raised his face to his mother"s, questioningly.
"Well, try and put your feeling about it into words," she said.
Lambert hesitated.
"I know," said Linda, confidently. "Mother means that true bravery is when there"s no pretending about it. Some people who are really afraid _pretend_ they"re not--boastingly, you know."
"And that is _one_ sort of cowardice," said her mother. "They don"t own the truth, because they"re afraid of being thought afraid. You"re right so far, Linda; but you do not go quite far enough."
A little eager sound from Nettie caught her attention.
"Well, Nettie, have you something to say?" she asked.
"I don"t quite know," Nettie began. "I thought I could see it, but I"m not sure. But isn"t it a little like this, mother--that whether one"s afraid or not, one should try to do anything that"s right to do?"
Her mother smiled.
"Yes, that is something like it," she said. "That"s what I have been wanting you to get to see. The _mastering the fear_--that is the truest bravery of all. Not for what others may or may not think of us, but because it is right. When a duty comes in the way, something right or good or kind to do, a really brave person, man, woman, or child, will do it even if it is something which they fear to do."
"But still," Lambert objected, "there are some people praised for being brave who don"t feel fear--like what Alex said. Should they not be praised, mother?"
"Certainly they should be praised for doing right at risk to themselves," said his mother. "It is a great blessing to be naturally brave--what is called physically brave. But I doubt if even the naturally bravest men have never known fear. It is the determination to do their duty at all costs that keeps them brave and gives strength and courage. And this even the most timid by nature can learn; so this is what I call true bravery. Not the unreasoning courage of a lion or a bulldog, but the courage of a man who knows his duty and will do it."
The children sat silent--each in his or her own way thinking over their mother"s words. One only had said nothing, but he was pondering deeply, and his mother, glancing round, saw Denis gazing before him with a curious look in his innocent blue eyes.
"Do you understand a little, Denis, my boy?" she asked, with a smile.
"I fink so," he answered softly, and she felt him squeeze the hand he held. But that was all he said.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
CHAPTER II.--GRANNY AND THE CHILDREN.
Two days later, in the dusk of a mid-winter afternoon, they were all arriving at Baronscourt. The ground was white with snow.
"What a storm there must have been here," said the children"s father.
"The snow is quite deep, much deeper than with us." For their home was at some hours" distance, and farther south.
"Do you fink anybody will be lost in the snow, Nettie?" whispered Denis to his sister.
They two were seated opposite their father and mother in their grandmother"s brougham, which had been sent to the station to meet them, with a large covered wagonette for the rest of the party.
Nettie smiled at Denis.
"Not here, Den," she said. "It"s very seldom people are lost in the snow in England. It"s in far-away hilly countries like Switzerland."
"Was it there that mother was reading about?" asked Denis, only half satisfied.
"Yes," said Nettie. "It"s there that they have the great big dogs that are so good, going looking for the poor people in the snow."
"I shouldn"t like to live in that country, though I _would_ love the dogs," said Denis. And then jumping up in his seat with a scream of delight, "O Nettie, O Nettie," he cried, "look, look! There"s dear little Prin coming to meet us all in the snow; dear little Prin; oh, I hope he won"t get covered up. Mayn"t we stop to take him in?"
"We"re quite close to the house, dear," said his mother, smiling at his pleasure. "Prin will be all right. Granny will not let him go far alone, you may be sure."
And as she said so, Prince, whose little smooth, jet-black body looked very funny in the snow, turned round after two or three sharp barks of welcome, and made for the house again.
"He"s gone to tell them we"re come," said Denis; "isn"t he a _sensible_ dog, Nettie? I don"t think I love _anybody_ better than Prin," he said, ecstatically.
They were at the front door by this time, and there, a little way back in the shelter of the hall, for it was very cold, and she was no longer a young lady, stood dear Granny waiting to welcome them.
Granny, I must tell you, was not the children"s grandmother, but the great-aunt of their mother. She seemed, therefore, a kind of great-grandmother to Denis and his brothers and sisters, and to have called her "Aunt," or anything else but "Granny," would have been impossible. She was old; very old, I daresay she seemed to the children, but yet there was a delightful sort of youngness about her, which made them feel as if they could tell her anything, with a certainty of being understood. And of all the children she loved and who loved her, I don"t think any felt this beautiful sort of sympathy more than quiet little Denis. It was a long time--in child life a very long time--since he had seen her, six months ago, a tenth part of the whole time which Denis had spent in this world--but when he saw dear Granny standing there in the doorway, her sweet gentle old face all over smiles of pleasure, it seemed to him that he had never been away from her at all.