"I would just as lieves go in," said Ida, "if Peg would give me good money to pay for it."
"That don"t make any difference," said the admirable moralist; "jest do as she tells you, and you"ll do right. She"ll take the risk."
"I can"t!" said the child.
"You hear her?" said Peg.
"Very improper conduct!" said d.i.c.k, shaking his head. "Put her in the closet."
So Ida was incarcerated once more in the dark closet. Yet, in the midst of her desolation, there was a feeling of pleasure in thinking that she was suffering for doing right.
When Ida failed to return on the expected day, the Crumps, though disappointed, did not think it strange.
"If I were her mother," said Mrs. Crump, "and had been parted from her so long, I should want to keep her as long as I could. Dear heart! how pretty she is, and how proud her mother must be of her!"
"It"s all a delusion," said Aunt Rachel, shaking her head. "It"s all a delusion. I don"t believe she"s got a mother at all. That Mrs. Hardwick is an imposter. I knew it, and told you so at the time, but you wouldn"t believe me. I never expect to set eyes on Ida again in this world."
"I do," said Jack, confidently.
"There"s many a hope that"s doomed to disappointment," said Aunt Rachel.
"So there is," said Jack. "I was hoping mother would have apple-pudding for dinner to-day, but she didn"t."
The next day pa.s.sed, and still no tidings of Ida. There was a cloud of anxiety, even upon Mr. Crump"s usually placid face, and he was more silent than usual at the evening meal.
At night, after Rachel and Jack had both retired, he said, anxiously, "What do you think is the cause of Ida"s prolonged absence, Mary?"
"I don"t know," said Mrs. Crump, seriously. "It seems to me, if her mother wanted to keep her longer than the time she at first proposed, it would be no more than right that she should write us a line. She must know that we would feel anxious."
"Perhaps she is so taken up with Ida that she can think of nothing else."
"It may be so; but if we neither see Ida to-morrow, nor hear from her, I shall be seriously troubled."
"Suppose she should never come back," said the cooper, sadly.
"Oh, husband, don"t think of such a thing," said his wife, distressed.
"We must contemplate it as a possibility," returned Timothy, gravely, "though not, I hope, as a probability. Ida"s mother has an undoubted right to her; a better right than any we can urge."
"Then it would be better," said his wife, tearfully, "if she had never been placed in our charge. Then we should not have had the pain of parting with her."
"Not so, Mary," said the cooper, seriously. "We ought to be grateful for G.o.d"s blessings, even if he suffers us to possess them but a short time.
And Ida has been a blessing to us, I am sure. How many hours have been made happy by her childish prattle! how our hearts have been filled with cheerful happiness and affection when we have gazed upon her! That can"t be taken from us, even if she is, Mary. There"s some lines I met with in the paper, to-night, that express just what I feel. Let me find them."
The cooper put on his spectacles, and hunted slowly down the columns of the paper, till he came to these beautiful lines of Tennyson, which he read aloud,--
"I hold it true, whate"er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most; "Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all."
"There, wife," said he, as he laid down the paper; "I don"t know who writ them lines, but I"m sure it"s some one that"s met with a great sorrow, and conquered it."
"They are beautiful," said his wife, after a pause; "and I dare say you"re right, Timothy; but I hope we mayn"t have reason to learn the truth of them by experience. After all, it isn"t certain but that Ida will come back. We are troubling ourselves too soon."
"At any rate," said the cooper, "there is no doubt that it is our duty to take every means to secure Ida if we can. Of course, if her mother insists upon keeping her, we can"t say anything; but we ought to be sure, before we yield her up, that such is the case."
"What do you mean, Timothy?" asked Mrs. Crump, with anxious interest.
"I don"t know as I ought to mention it," said her husband. "Very likely there isn"t anything in it, and it would only make you feel more anxious."
"You have already aroused my anxiety," said his wife. "I should feel better if you would tell me."
"Then I will," said the cooper. "I have sometimes doubted," he continued, lowering his voice, "whether Ida"s mother really sent for her."
"And the letter?" queried Mrs. Crump, looking less surprised than he supposed she would.
"I thought--mind it is only a guess on my part--that Mrs. Hardwick might have got somebody to write it for her."
"It is very singular," murmured Mrs. Crump, in a tone of abstraction.
"What is singular?"
"Why, the very same thought occurred to me. Somehow, I couldn"t help feeling a little suspicious of Mrs. Hardwick, though perhaps unjustly.
But what object could she have in obtaining possession of Ida?"
"That I cannot conjecture; but I have come to one determination."
"And what is that?"
"Unless we learn something of Ida within a week from the time she left here, I shall go on to Philadelphia, or send Jack, and endeavor to get track of her."
CHAPTER XV. AUNT RACHEL"S MISHAPS.
THE week which had been a.s.signed by Mr. Crump slipped away, and still no tidings of Ida. The house seemed lonely without her. Not until then, did they understand how largely she had entered into their life and thoughts. But worse even, than the sense of loss, was the uncertainty as to her fate.
When seven days had pa.s.sed the cooper said, "It is time that we took some steps about finding Ida. I had intended to go to Philadelphia myself, to make inquiries about her, but I am just now engaged upon a job which I cannot very well leave, and so I have concluded to send Jack."
"When shall I start?" exclaimed Jack, eagerly.
"To-morrow morning," answered his father, "and you must take clothes enough with you to last several days, in case it should be necessary."
"What good do you suppose it will do, Timothy," broke in Rachel, "to send such a mere boy as Jack?"
"A mere boy!" repeated her nephew, indignantly.
"A boy hardly sixteen years old," continued Rachel. "Why, he"ll need somebody to take care of him. Most likely you"ll have to go after him."