said Celestina, in her womanly little way.
Mrs. Vane thanked her; then she and Rosalys walked on, and the two small damsels were left alone.
"Why must you be in by half-past four?" asked Biddy.
"It"s getting dark by then," said Celestina. "Besides there"s things to do. I get the tea ready very often. When mother"s not very busy it waits for her till she can leave the shop, but to-day I know she"s busy, "cos father"s got a great many letters to write. So I"ll get the table all ready."
Bridget gazed at her.
"Do you like doing it?" she asked. "You"re such a little girl, you see--not much bigger than me, and you play with dolls."
"I like to be useful to mother," said Celestina simply.
This was rather a new idea to Bridget, and she was sometimes very lazy about thinking over new ideas.
"Alie"s useful to mamma, I suppose," she said, "but then she"s the eldest. And you"re the only one--that"s why, I daresay. Is it nice to be the only one?"
"Sometimes it"s very alone," said Celestina, "some days when mother"s very busy and I scarcely see her, and I"ve n.o.body to show the dolls to."
"I know," said Biddy. "I"m rather alone too, for Alie"s so big, you see.
Oh, Celestina, do look, isn"t this a beauty? Look, it"s all pinky inside. Now I"ve got six and this beauty. I think that"ll do for to-day.
I"m tired of looking."
"Sometimes I look for ever so long--a whole hour," said Celestina, rather taken aback by Biddy"s fitfulness. "But perhaps we"d better run about a little to keep warm. It isn"t like as if it was summer."
"I"m not cold and I don"t like running," said Biddy. "Let"s just walk, Celestina, and you tell me things. Oh, look at the sun--he"s getting redder and redder--and look at the lighthouse, it"s shining red too. Is it a fire burning inside, do you think, Celestina?"
"No, it"s the sun"s redness shining on the gla.s.s. The top room is all windows--I"ve been there once," she said. "It"s a good way to walk though it looks so near, and there"s some water too between. Father took us once in a boat, mother and me, when the tide was in, and we had dinner there; we took it with us, and there was a nice old man father knew. And when the tide went out we came over a bit of water till we got to the stones, in the boat, and then the boatman took it back, and we walked home right along the stones--you see where I mean?"
She pointed to the rocky ridge which I told you ran out from the sh.o.r.e to the lighthouse. Bridget listened with the greatest interest.
"How nice," she said. "Couldn"t you have walked the whole way? I"m sure there isn"t any water between now--_I_ can"t see it. It must have gone away."
"Oh no, it hasn"t," said Celestina. "It"s always there: it couldn"t go away. You couldn"t ever get to the lighthouse without a boat; once one of the men had to come in a hurry, and father said he had to wade to over his waist."
But Bridget was not convinced. She stood there gazing out seawards at the lighthouse.
"I would like to go there," she said. "Can"t you see a long way from the top room that"s all windows, Celestina? I should think you could see to the--what do they call that thing at the top of the world--the north stick, is it?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I would like to go out there," she said. P. 115.]
Celestina was not very much given to laughing, but this was too funny.
"The North Pole, you mean," she said. "Oh no, you couldn"t see to _there_, I"m quite sure. Besides, there isn"t anything to see like that--not a pole sticking up in the ground--it"s just the name of a place. Father"s told me all about it. And so did the old man at the lighthouse. Oh, I would like to go there--better than anywhere--just think how strange it must be, all the snow and the ice mountains and everything quite, _quite_ still!"
CHAPTER VIII
A NICE PLAN
"Up where the world grows cold, Under the sharp north star."
_A North Pole Story._
Biddy stared at Celestina. The little girl"s face was quite flushed with excitement.
"Go on," said Biddy. "Tell me some more. I never heard about it."
"It"s what they call the arctic regions," said Celestina. "The old sailor at the lighthouse has been there. Once he was there in a ship that got fastened into the ice, and they thought they"d never get out again, and they"d scarcely nothing to eat. Oh, it was dreadful; but I did so like to hear about it. And fancy, in the summer it never gets night up there--the sun never goes away; and in the winter it never gets day, the sun doesn"t come up at all."
"How very funny!" said Biddy. "What makes it like that? Is it the same sun as ours?"
"Oh yes, but I can"t quite explain," said Celestina, looking rather puzzled. "Father showed it me with the candle and a little round globe we"ve got, but I"m afraid I couldn"t tell you."
"Could the old man tell it?" asked Biddy. "I would so like to go to see him. Don"t you think we might some day?"
"Perhaps," said Celestina. "When the summer comes perhaps your papa would take you in a boat. Lots of ladies go out to the lighthouse in the summer. It"s too cold in a boat in winter."
"But I don"t mean in a boat," said Bridget; "I mean walking. I"m quite _sure_ we could jump over the little bit of water if we gave a great big jump. I once jumped over a whole brook at grandmamma"s--I did really."
"It"s much bigger than that--it is indeed. You don"t understand," said Celestina. "If you"d ask your papa he"d tell you, I daresay. But I think we must be going home now. I"m sure it"s time."
"I"m sure it isn"t," said Biddy crossly. "We haven"t talked about the dolls at all yet, and I want you to tell me more about that funny place where the snow is."
"I"ll try to think of more to tell you if your mamma will let you go out with me another time, and I"d like dearly to show you my dolls" room if you could come to our house one day," said Celestina. "But we must go home now, Miss Biddy."
Bridget flounced about, looking very much put out.
"I"m not going yet. I don"t want to go in," she said.
Celestina began to look troubled. Then her face cleared.
"_I_ must go home," she said, "whether you do or not. I wouldn"t for anything have mother worrying about me. You wouldn"t like your mamma to be worrying about you, would you, Miss Biddy?"
"I daresay she wouldn"t care; I"d only get a scolding, and I don"t mind much," said Biddy, who had got on to a very high horse by this time.
Celestina stopped short and looked at her. She could not understand Biddy at all.
"Mother never scolds me, but I"m very unhappy when she"s not pleased with me," she said gently; "and I"m sure your mamma"s very kind and good. I"m sure she does care about you a great deal."
Her words reminded Bridget of what had happened that very afternoon.
Perhaps what Celestina said was true: mamma had pressed her hand when she said she was sorry. With one of the quick changes of mood which seemed so strange to Celestina she turned suddenly.
"I"ll go home," she said. "Come on, Celestina, before I get naughty again. But it isn"t all for being good. It"s a great deal that I want to come out with you again, and perhaps I mightn"t if I was late to-day."
"No. Very likely your mamma would think I made you disobedient,"
Celestina replied; "and I shouldn"t like her to think so."