"You shouldn"t have told stories, then," said Miss Harcourt severely, but not unkindly; "I can"t bear storytellers."
The conscience-stricken Henry groaned inwardly, but, reflecting there was plenty of time to confess before the marriage, brightened up again.
The "Rivers of Europe" had fallen beneath the table, and were entirely forgotten until the sounds of many feet and many voices in the garden recalled them to a sense of their position.
"Play-time," said the small girl, picking up her book and skipping to the farthest seat possible from Henry. "Thames, Seine, Danube, Rhine."
A strong, firm step stopped outside the door, and a key turned in the lock. The door was thrown open, and Miss Dimchurch peeping in, drew back with a cry of surprise. Behind her some thirty small girls, who saw her surprise, but not the reason for it, waited eagerly for light.
"Miss Harcourt!" said the princ.i.p.al in an awful voice.
"Yes, ma"am," said Miss Harcourt looking up, with her finger in the book to keep the place.
"How dare you stay in here with this person?" demanded the princ.i.p.al.
"It wasn"t my fault," said Miss Harcourt, working up a whimper. "You locked me in. He was here when I came."
"Why didn"t you call after me?" demanded Miss Dimchurch.
"I didn"t know he was here; he was under the table," said Miss Harcourt.
Miss Dimchurch turned and bestowed a terrible glance upon Henry, who, with his forgotten pipe in his hand, looked uneasily up to see whether he could push past her. Miss Harcourt, holding her breath, gazed at the destroyer of pirates, and waited confidently for something extraordinary to happen.
"He"s been stealing my apples!" said Miss Dimchurch tragically. "Where"s the gymnasium mistress?"
The gymnasium mistress, a tall pretty girl, was just behind her.
"Remove that horrid boy, Miss...o...b..ien," said the princ.i.p.al.
"Don"t worry," said Henry, trying to speak calmly; "I"ll go. Stand away here. I don"t want to be hard on wimmin."
"Take him out," commanded the mistress.
Miss...o...b..ien, pleased at this opportunity of displaying her powers, entered, and squaring her shoulders, stood over the intruder in much the same way that Henry had seen barmen stand over Sam.
"Look here, now," he said, turning pale; "you drop it. I don"t want to hurt you."
He placed his pipe in his pocket, and rose to his feet as the gymnasium mistress caught him in her strong slender arms and raised him from the ground. Her grip was like steel, and a babel of admiring young voices broke upon his horrified ears as his captor marched easily with him down the garden, their progress marked by apples, which rolled out of his pockets and bounded along the ground.
"I shall kick you," whispered Henry fiercely-ignoring the fact that both legs were jammed together-as he caught sight of the pale, bewildered little face of Gertrude U. F. Harcourt.
"Kick away," said Miss...o...b..ien sweetly, and using him as a dumb-bell, threw in a gratuitous gymnastic display for the edification of her pupils.
"If you come here again, you naughty little boy," said Miss Dimchurch, who was heading the procession behind, "I shall give you to a policeman.
Open the gate, girls!"
The gate was open, and Henry, half dead with shame, was thrust into the road in full view of the cook, who had been sent out in search of him.
"Wot, "Enery?" said the cook in unbelieving accents as he staggered back, aghast at the spectacle-"wotever "ave you been a-doin" of?"
"He"s been stealing my apples!" said Miss Dimchurch sternly. "If I catch him here again I shall cane him!"
"Quite right, ma"am! I hope he hasn"t hurt anybody," said the cook, unable to realize fully the discomfiture of the youth.
Miss Dimchurch slammed the gate and left the couple standing in the road. The cook turned and led the way down to the town again, accompanied by the crestfallen Henry.
""Ave a apple, cook?" said the latter, proffering one; "I saved a beauty a-purpose for you."
"No, thanks," said the cook.
"It won"t bite you," said Henry shortly.
"No, and I won"t bite it either," replied the cook.
They continued their way in silence, until at the market-place Henry paused in front of the "Farmer"s Arms."
"Come in and "ave a pint, old chap," he said cordially.
"No, thankee," said the cook again. "It"s no use, Enery, you don"t git over me in that way."
"Wot d"ye mean?" bl.u.s.tered the youth.
"You know," said the other darkly.
"No, I don"t," said Henry.
"Well, I wouldn"t miss tellin" the other chaps, no, not for six pints,"
said the cook cheerfully. "You"re a deep un, "Enery, but so am I."
"Glad you told me," said the out-generalled youth "n.o.body"d think so to look at your silly, fat face."
The cook smiled indulgently, and, going aboard, left his youthful charge to give the best explanation he could of his absence to the skipper-an explanation which was marred for him by the childish behavior of the cook at the other end of the ship, who taking the part of Miss...o...b..ien for himself, gave that of Henry to a cork fender, which, when it became obstreperous-as it frequently did on the slightest provocation-he slapped vigorously, giving sundry falsetto howls, which he fondly imagined were in good imitation of Henry. After three encores the skipper stepped forward for enlightenment, returning to the mate with a grin so aggravating that the sensitive Henry was near to receiving a thrashing for insubordination of the most impertinent nature.
CHAPTER X.
From Ironbridge, two days later, they sailed with a general cargo for Stourwich, the Seamew picking her way carefully down the river by moonlight, followed at an ever-increasing distance by a cork fender of abandoned aspect.
A great change had come over Henry, and an att.i.tude of proud reserve had taken the place of the careless banter with which he usually regaled the crew. He married Miss...o...b..ien in imagination to a strong man of villainous temper and despotic ideas, while the explanations he made to Miss Harcourt were too ingenious and involved to be confined in the s.p.a.ce of a single chapter. To these daydreams, idle though he knew they were, he turned as a welcome relief from the coa.r.s.e vulgarity of the crew.
Sympathy had widened his ideas, and he now felt a tender but mournful interest in the skipper"s affairs. He read aloud to himself at every opportunity, and aspirated his h"s until he made his throat ache. His aspirations also extended to his conversation, until at last the mate told him plainly "that if he blew in his face again he"d get his ears boxed."
They pa.s.sed the breakwater and dropped anchor in the harbor of Stourwich just as the rising sun was glowing red on the steeple of the town church. The narrow, fishy little streets leading from the quay were deserted, except for one lane, down which sleepy pa.s.sengers were coming in twos and threes to catch the boat, which was chafing and grinding against the timbers of the jetty and pouring from its twin-funnels dense volumes of smoke to take the sting out of the morning air.
Little by little as the Seamew who was not quite certain as to her berth, rode at anchor, the town came to life again. Men of marine appearance, in baggy trousers and tight jerseys, came slowly on to the quay and stared meditatively at the water or shouted vehemently at other men, who had got into small boats to bale them out with rusty cans. From some of these loungers, after much shouting and contradictory information, the Seamew, discovered her destination and was soon fast alongside.