"Her sister doesn"t want them there, and she can"t send them home. Andy, I wouldn"t mind that so awfully. I"d almost like the chance to see what we could do with them."
"Well, don"t answer definitely till I have time to talk it over with you and with her. I must go now."
They talked it over, together, and with Mrs. Peyton. The result of these conferences was that two days later that lady took her departure, leaving her children in the care of the Churchills.
"On one condition, Cousin Lula," Doctor Churchill had said to her with decision. "That you put them absolutely in our care and trust our judgment in the management of them."
Mrs. Peyton tried to make a few reservations. Her cousin would have none of them. At last she submitted, understanding well enough in her heart that Andrew Churchill would be the safest sort of a guardian for her children, and admitting to herself, if she did not to anybody else, that Charlotte would give them care of the sort which money cannot buy.
"That woman gone?" asked Jeff, coming into his sister Celia"s room.
"Well, I"m delighted to hear it. But I must say I think Charlotte"s taken a good deal of a contract. I didn"t mind so much about their agreeing to keep Evelyn Lee, for she"s a mighty nice sort of a girl, and will make a still nicer one when she gets strong. But these Peyton youngsters--I certainly don"t think taking care of them ought to have been on the bill. That idiot Lucy--" His expressive face finished the sentence for him.
Celia smiled. "I know. I feel as you do, and I think father and mother are a little anxious lest Charlotte has taken too much care on her shoulders. But Charlotte and Andy have set out to make everybody happy, and they"re seizing every chance that offers. They"re so enthusiastic about it one can"t bear to dampen their ardour. The least we can do is to help them whenever we can."
Jeff made a wry face. "I don"t mind a.s.sisting in the boy"s education, but I draw the line at the girl. She"s a silly. Why, she--" His face coloured with resentment. "It sounds crazy to say, but she does, for a fact, make eyes at every man or boy she sees."
Celia laughed. "I hadn"t noticed. But she can"t mean to, Jeff. She"s only fifteen."
"That"s the idiocy of it. She"s only fifteen, but you watch her the next time any of us fellows come into the room. Just can tell you; he"s in a chronic state of laugh over it. She thinks she"s a beauty, and she thinks we"re all impressed with the fact."
"She is pretty."
"I don"t think so. I don"t call any girl pretty who"s so struck with herself that she can"t get by a mirror without a glance and a pat of that big fluff of front hair. You don"t catch Eveyln looking into a gla.s.s or acting as if she thought everybody was about to fall in love with her. I"m going to take her skating when she gets strong enough."
"That won"t be for some time, I"m afraid. But she certainly is looking better already."
So she was. Charlotte had begun very gently with Evelyn, reducing the temperature of the daily bath only by a degree at a time, lessening the heat in the sleeping room, opening the windows for outside air an inch more each night, coaxing her out for a short walk of gradually increasing length each day, and generally luring her toward more healthful ways of living than those to which she had been accustomed.
Bedtime found Evelyn exceedingly weary, but it was healthful weariness, and she was beginning to be able to sleep.
A tinge of colour was growing in the pale cheeks, a brighter expression in the large eyes, and altogether the young guest was showing a gratifying response to the new methods.
"I think," said Charlotte to Evelyn one morning, when three weeks had gone by, "we shall have to celebrate your improvement by a little concert this evening. Would you like to hear the Birch-Churchill orchestra?"
"Orchestra? How lovely! Indeed I should!" cried Evelyn, with a display of enthusiasm quite unusual. "What do you play?"
"Strings. We"re badly out of practice, but there are always a few old things we can get up fairly well at a minute"s notice. The truth is, we haven"t played together since long before my wedding-day, and I resolved the minute we were married we"d begin again. We will begin, this very night. I know they"ll all be glad."
The performers did, indeed, show their pleasure by arriving early, flannel-shrouded instruments under their arms. Doctor Churchill came in just as they were tuning. Since Lanse had been away, Andy, who was something of a violinist had taken up Lanse"s viola, and was now able to occupy his brother-in-law"s place. Celia, however, had been chosen to fill the vacant role of leadership.
"The rest of us are only imitators," Jeff declared to Evelyn, as he stood near her, softly trying his strings. "Charlotte"s the best, and Andy"s very good indeed; but it"s only Celia who goes to hear big music and sits with the tears rolling down her cheeks, while the rest of us are wondering what on earth it all means."
Evelyn, leaning back among the pillows of the wide couch, called Lucy softly, motioning her to a seat by her side.
Lucy came quickly, pleased by Evelyn"s notice. She in her turn had been regarding Evelyn as a monopolist of everybody"s attention and had made up her mind not to like her. But now she sank into the place by Evelyn"s side, and accepted the delicate touch of Evelyn"s hand on hers as recognition at last that here was another girl fit to make friends with.
"Don"t they play well?" whispered Evelyn, as the music came to a sudden stop that Celia might criticise the playing of a difficult pa.s.sage.
"She doesn"t think so," called Just, softly, having caught the whisper.
He indicated his elder sister. "She won"t let me boom things with my viol the way I"d like to. What"s the use of playing the biggest instrument if you can"t make the biggest noise?"
"Solo, by the double-ba.s.s!" cried Andy; and the whole orchestra, except the first violin of the leader, burst into a boisterous rendering of a popular street song, in which Just sawed forth the leading part, while the others kept up a rattling staccato accompaniment. Evelyn and Lucy became breathless with laughter, and Mr. and Mrs. Birch, who had just slipped into the room, joined in the merriment.
"There you are," chuckled Jeff. "That"s what you get when you give the donkey the solo part among the farmyard performers."
"He can sing as well as the peac.o.c.k," retorted Just, with spirit.
"We were right in the middle of the _"Hungarian Intermezzo,"_" explained Celia to the newcomers. "I stopped them to tell them why they needed to look more carefully to their phrasing, and the children burst into this sort of thing. What shall I do with them?"
"It"s a great relief to feel that they"re not altogether grown up, after all," said Mr. Birch, helping himself to his favourite easy chair near the fireplace. "There are times when we feel a strong suspicion that we haven"t any children any more. Moments like these a.s.sure us that we are mistaken. Go on with your "_Intermezzo,_" but give us another nursery song before you are through."
"Nursery song! That"s pretty good," said Jeff, in Just"s ear, and that sixteen-year-old mumbled in reply, "I can throw you over my shoulder just the same."
"Boys, come! We"re ready!" called Celia, and the music began again.
"Are you getting tired, dear?" asked Mrs. Birch of Evelyn, when the "_Intermezzo_" was finished, noting the flush on the delicate cheek.
Evelyn looked up brightly.
"Not enough to hurt me. I"m enjoying it so! Aren"t large families lovely? I was so much younger than my brothers and sisters that by the time I was old enough to care about having good times like this on winter evenings they were all away at school or married. We never had anything so nice as a family orchestra, either. I wish I could play something."
"How about the piano?" asked Charlotte, who sat near. Evelyn"s flush grew pinker.
"I can play a little," she said. "But you don"t need the piano."
"Yes, we do. A piano would add ever so much. Next time we"ll have our practice at home, and give you a part."
Then she glanced at Lucy, and saw what might have been expected, a look of envy and discontent. "Is there anything you can play, Lucy?" she asked. "It would be very nice to have everybody in. Perhaps Ran could have a triangle."
"I play the piano," said Lucy.
"Oh, give Lucy the piano," Evelyn said, quickly,--also as might have been expected.
"We"ll try you both," put in Doctor Churchill, "as they always do aspirants for such positions."
"I"ve had lessons from the best master in our state," said Lucy to Just.
"That so? Then you may win out," was his opinion. "But you can"t be sure. Evelyn"s not much of a bragger, but she seems to be a pretty well-educated girl."
"Just, be careful!" warned Charlotte, in his ear, as she drew him gently to one side. "I know you don"t like her, but you must be considerate of her."
"I don"t feel much like it."
"You know I want your help about Lucy." Charlotte had drawn him still farther away, so that she could speak with safety. "But you know, too, that snubbing isn"t a way to get hold of anybody."
"It"s the only way with conceited softies," began Just.
But Charlotte caught his hand and squeezed it. "No, it isn"t. I"m sure she"s worth being friends with, and if she can learn certain things you can teach her in the way of athletics, and reading, and all that, you can do her lots of good."
"Don"t feel a bit like being a missionary!" growled Just. "Suppose I"ve got to try it, to please you. Evelyn"s all right, isn"t she?"