"It isn"t a suitable place to bring children," agreed Lorraine. "I won"t say anything to Monica, or even to Mervyn, because he"d be sure to blurt it out to her. It shall be just our own secret."
"I expect it has been a sort of secret place," said Morland. "Those ledges look literally made for smugglers. No doubt they kept kegs of brandy there, and chests of tea, and bales of silk and lace in the good old days."
"Why shouldn"t we keep a few things here?" suggested Claudia. "A kettle, and a tin of cocoa and milk, and some matches, and a box of biscuits.
Then we could light a fire and have a little feast any time when we came."
"A ripping notion. I"ll make a sort of cupboard with some of that wood to keep the things in. We"ll bring cups and saucers as well as a kettle."
"And a frying pan in case we catch flukes down in the pools," put in Lorraine eagerly.
"I"ll tell you what I"ll do," said Morland, quite roused to enthusiasm.
"I"ll come over on Monday and bring a saw with me, and a hammer and nails, and see what I can knock together in the shape of a cupboard and seats. Then next Sat.u.r.day we"ll tramp over and have our picnic."
"Splendiferous!"
"We"ll have to come in the morning, because of the tide."
"Right you are! I guess we"d better be getting back now. I haven"t grown my merman"s tail enough yet to swim with, and I"ve no wish to stop here all night."
Morland kept his word, and went on Monday to the cave, armed with various useful tools. He could work well enough at anything that took his fancy, and, though he never knocked in a nail at home, he toiled here in a way that would have amazed his family if they could have seen him. Landry went also, and helped in a fashion. He could not do much, but he held pieces of wood steady while his brother hammered, and he collected whole pocketfuls of sh.e.l.ls from the beach.
Morland whistled cheerily as he worked. He wanted to give the girls a surprise, and, as they were busy at school all the week, he had the field to himself until Sat.u.r.day. His artistic temperament found scope in the decoration of the cavern; fresh ideas kept occurring to him, and he enjoyed carrying them out. He felt like a kind of combination of Robinson Crusoe and the pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, with a spice of poetry running through it all.
Next Sat.u.r.day Lorraine, having obtained permission from her mother to go to a picnic with the Castletons, started off, basket in hand, resisting the agonized entreaties of Monica, who implored to be allowed to accompany her.
"Sorry I can"t take you to-day, Cuckoo! But you see they didn"t ask you--only me. Beata and Romola aren"t going either."
"But why shouldn"t we _all_ go, and Madox too?" wailed Monica the spoilt.
"It"s too far. Look here, I"ll ask Mother to let you have some of the Castleton children to tea one day. Would that content you?"
"Ye--es!" conceded Monica doubtfully. "But it doesn"t make up for this morning. I think you"re _ever_ so mean, Lorraine!"
"Poor old Cuckoo! But you know you couldn"t really have come in any case, for you"re to be at the dentist"s by eleven."
"Strafe the old dentist! I wish he were at the bottom of the sea!"
declared the youngest of the Forrester family, with temper.
Lorraine ran away at last, and pelted up the hill to the Castletons"
house, meeting Morland, Claudia, and Landry in the lane, whither they had fled to avoid a contingent of younger ones. They were laden with a cargo of miscellaneous articles--a kettle, a pan, some plates, and various tins.
"It"s like a young removal," said Claudia.
"Or emigrating to the wilds of Canada," laughed Lorraine. "I"ve brought an enamelled mug, because it doesn"t break like a teacup, and a little old Britannia metal teapot that I prigged from the attic. It was only going to be sent to a rummage sale, so we may just as well have it."
"Do mermaids drink tea, please?"
"No doubt they do when they can get it. Perhaps the smugglers taught them how."
Morland had intended to give the girls a surprise, and when they entered the grotto their amazement quite came up to his expectations.
The cave seemed truly transformed into a sea-nymphs" palace. Landry had worked untiringly all the week picking up sh.e.l.ls, and these were arranged in patterns, with long pieces of sea-weed draped artistically here and there. Fragments of wreckage had been neatly sawn and nailed together to form a cupboard, a table, and some seats, and just inside the entrance, in white pebbles, was the word "Welcome".
Landry, in his own way as pleased as his brother, stood beaming.
Morland, though inwardly proud, affected nonchalance.
"Couldn"t make it look much, of course," he apologized.
"Much? Why, it"s topping!"
"It"s like a fairy-tale! However did you find time to do all this?"
"Oh! I just worked a bit," murmured Morland modestly.
The first picnic in the grotto was a huge success. To be sure the table was unsteady, and had a decided lop to one end, and the benches felt slightly insecure, but the girls said that added an element of adventure, for you never knew when you might be suddenly precipitated on to the floor. They put the cocoa, biscuits, and matches in tins, and stowed them away inside the new cupboard which Morland had placed in an angle of the rocky shelf, then, fearing that the rising tide would cover the sh.o.r.e below and cut off their retreat, they bade a regretful farewell to all their arrangements, promising themselves the pleasure of coming often again.
It seemed too early to go straight home, so they spent the afternoon rambling about the cliffs, watching the sea-birds or the waves that were dashing below. Time flew apace, and when they came down the hill again from Tangy Point the sky was golden with sunset. The warm evening light flooded the common, where brown bracken grew like a forest, and goldfinches flitted about among a grove of thistles. Lorraine, who had an eye for colour, picked a large wand-like sheaf of yellow ragwort, and, holding it over her shoulder, trudged through the thistles, sending showers of down to float in the breeze, and dispersing the goldfinches from their feast. With her eyes on the horizon instead of on the ground in front, she nearly walked into an easel that was stationed among the bracken. Its owner sprang up to save it, and Lorraine, stopping just in time, paused with her russet dress and flying brown hair a dark ma.s.s against the gold of the sky and the thistle-down background. There was a second of silence as a pair of clear hazel eyes grasped the picturesque impression and registered it; then a mellow voice murmured: "Kilmeny!"
CHAPTER VII
Kilmeny
"I"m dreadfully sorry!" apologized Lorraine.
"It doesn"t matter at all. You did no damage."
"But I nearly knocked over your picture!"
"A miss is as good as a mile!"
"Why, it"s Miss Lindsay!" exclaimed Claudia, coming up. "I thought you were still in Scotland."
"I"ve been back a week and am quite settled down again at Porthkeverne, and hope to stay here all the winter. Tell your father I"m coming up to see his pictures one day. I hear he"s painting in pastel now. I"ve been going in for tempera. How are the babies? And Madox? He"s a special friend of mine. I"ve brought them a box of real shortbread from Edinburgh. Yes, I"m making a sketch of this piece of the common. It appeals to me in the sunset."
"What a charming lady! _Who_ is she?" whispered Lorraine as their party pa.s.sed on.
"She"s an artist--Miss Lindsay. We knew her in London, and it was she who advised Father to come and live at Porthkeverne. I"m glad she did, for we all like it just heaps better than Kensington."
"Does she live here?"
"She has rooms in the town and a studio down by the harbour, but she goes about to a great many places sketching. You"d love her pictures."
"I wish I could see them."
"Perhaps she"d let me take you some day to her studio."