The doctor turned on her sharply. "Diminted?" he said; "ye"ll soon see av I"m diminted. I till ye I"ll be King av Ireland before the month"s oot. Shpake, now, Eileen! Open yer mouth, alanna, and make yer manners to Misthress O"Shaughnessy."
Thus adjured, Eileen dropped a courtesy, and said, timidly, "Good day t"
ye, Ma"m! I houp ye"re well!"
Hop! pop! down dropped a pearl and a diamond, and the doctor, pouncing on them, held them up in triumph before the eyes of his astonished wife.
"Div ye see that?" he cried. "That"s a dimind! There"s no sich in Queen Victory"s crownd this day. And look a" that! That"s a pearrl, an" as big as a marrowfat pay. The loike of ut"s not in Ireland, I till ye. Woman, there"s a fortin" in ivery wurrd this colleen shpakes! And she"s goin"
to shpake," he added, grimly, "and to kape an shpakin", till Michael O"Shaughnessy is rich enough to buy all Ireland,--ay, and England too, av he"d a mind to!"
"But--but," cried Mrs. O"Shaughnessy, utterly bewildered by her husband"s wild talk, and by the sight of the jewels, "what does it all mane? Has the choild swallied "em? And won"t she die av "em, av it"s that manny in her stumick?"
"Whisht wid yer foolery!" said her husband, contemptuously. "Swallied "em, indade! The gyurrl has met a Grane Man, that"s the truth of ut; and he"s gi"n her a wish, and she"s got ut,--and now I"ve got _her_." And he chuckled, and rubbed his bony hands together, while his eyes twinkled with greed.
"A Grane Man! The saints be good to uz!" cried Mrs. O"Shaughnessy.
"Sure, ye always till"t me there was no sich thing ava"."
"I lied, thin!" shouted the doctor. "I lied, an" that"s all there is to say about ut. Do ye think I"m obleeged to shpake the thruth ivery day in the week to an ignor"nt crathur like yersilf? It"s worn out I"d be, body and sowl, at that rate. Now, Eileen Macarthy," he continued, turning to his unhappy little prisoner, "ye are to do as I till ye, an" no harrum"ll coom to ye, an" maybe good. Ye are to sit in this room and _talk_; and ye"ll kape an talkin" till the room is _full-up_! d"ye hear me, now?"
"Full-up?" exclaimed Eileen, faintly.
"Full-up!" repeated the doctor. "No less"ll satisfy me, and it"s the laste ye can do for all the throuble I"ve taken forr ye. Misthress O"Shaughnessy an" mesilf "ull take turns sittin" wid ye, so "at ye"ll have some wan to talk to. Ye"ll have plinty to ate an" to dhrink, an"
that"s more than manny people have in Ireland this day. So lit me hear no complainin"."
With this, the worthy man proceeded to give strict injunctions to his wife to keep the child talking, and not to leave her alone for an instant; and finally he departed, shutting the door behind him, and leaving the captive and her jailer alone together.
Mrs. O"Shaughnessy immediately poured forth a flood of questions, to which Eileen replied by telling the whole pitiful story from beginning to end. It was a relief to be able to speak at last, and to rehea.r.s.e the whole matter to understanding, if not sympathetic, ears. Mrs.
O"Shaughnessy listened and looked, looked and listened, with open mouth and staring eyes. With her eyes shut, she would not have believed her ears; but the double evidence was too much for her.
The diamonds and pearls kept on falling, falling, fast and faster. They filled Eileen"s lap, they skipped away over the floor, while the doctor"s wife pursued them with frantic eagerness. Each diamond was clear and radiant as a drop of dew, each pearl l.u.s.trous and perfect; but they gave no pleasure now to the fairy-gifted child. She could only think of the task that lay before her,--to FILL this great, empty room; of the millions and millions, and yet again millions of gems that must fall from her lips before the floor would be covered even a few inches deep; of the weeks and months,--perhaps the years,--that must elapse before she would see her parents and Phelim again. She remembered the words of the fairy: "A day may come when you will wish with all your heart to have the charm removed." And then, like a flash, came the recollection of those other words: "When that day comes, come here to this spot," and do so and so.
In fancy, Eileen was transported again to the pleasant green forest; was looking at the Green Man as he sat on the toadstool, and begging him to take away this fatal gift, which had already, in one day, brought her so much misery. Harshly on her reverie broke in the voice of Mrs.
O"Shaughnessy, asking,--
"And has yer father sold his pigs yit?"
She started, and came back to the doleful world of reality. But even as she answered the woman"s question, she made in her heart a firm resolve,--somehow or other, _somehow_, she would escape; she would get out of this hateful house, away from these greedy, grasping people; she would manage somehow to find her way to the wood, and then--then for freedom again! Cheered by her own resolution, she answered the woman composedly, and went into a detailed account of the birth, rearing, and selling of the pigs, which so fascinated her auditor that she was surprised, when the recital was over, to find that it was nearly supper-time.
The doctor now entered, and taking his wife"s place, began to ply Eily with questions, each one artfully calculated to bring forth the longest possible reply:--
"How is it yer mother is related to the Countess"s auld housekeeper, avick; and why is it, that wid sich grand relations she niver got into the castle at all?"
"Phwhat was that I h"ard the other day about the looky bargain yer father--honest man!--made wid the one-eyed peddler from beyant Inniskeen?" and--
"Is it thrue that yer mother makes all her b.u.t.ther out av skim-milk just by making the sign of the cross--G.o.d bless it!--over the churn?"
Although she did not like the doctor, Eily did, as she had said to the Green Man, "_loove_ to talk;" so she chattered away, explaining and disclaiming, while the diamonds and pearls flew like hail-stones from her lips, and her host and jailer sat watching them with looks of greedy rapture.
Eily paused, fairly out of breath, just as Mrs. O"Shaughnessy entered, bringing her rather scanty supper. There was quite a pile of jewels in her lap and about her feet, while a good many had rolled to a distance; but her heart sank within her as she compared the result of three hours"
steady talking with the end to which the rapacious doctor aspired.
She was allowed to eat her supper in peace, but no sooner was it finished than the questioning began again, and it was not until ten o"clock had struck that the exhausted child was allowed to lay her head down on the rude bed which Mrs. O"Shaughnessy had hastily made up for her.
The next day was a weary one for poor Eily. From morning till night she was obliged to talk incessantly, with only a brief s.p.a.ce allowed for her meals. The doctor and his wife mounted guard by turns, each asking questions, until to the child"s fancy they seemed like nothing but living interrogation points. All day long, no matter what she was talking about,--the potato-crop, or the black hen that the fox stole, or Phelim"s measles,--her mind was fixed on one idea, that of escaping from her prison. If only some fortunate chance would call them both out of the room at once! But, alas! that never happened. There was always a pair of greedy eyes fixed on her, and on the now hated jewels which dropped in an endless stream from her lips; always a harsh voice in her ears, rousing her, if she paused for an instant, by new questions as stupid as they were long.
Once, indeed, the child stopped short, and declared that she could not and would not talk any more; but she was speedily shown the end of a birch rod, with the hint that the doctor "would be loth to use the likes av it on Dinnis Macarthy"s choild; but her parints had given him charge to dhrive out the witchcraft be hook or be crook; and av a birch rod wasn"t first cousin to a crook, what was it at all?" and Eily was forced to find her powers of speech again.
By nightfall of this day the room was ankle-deep in pearls and diamonds.
A wonderful sight it was, when the moon looked in at the window, and shone on the l.u.s.trous and glittering heaps which Mrs. O"Shaughnessy piled up with her broom. The woman was fairly frightened at the sight of so much treasure, and she crossed herself many times as she lay down on the mat beside Eileen"s truckle-bed, muttering to herself, "Michael knows bist, I suppose; but sorrow o" me if I can feel as if there was a blissing an it, ava"!"
The third day came, and was already half over, when an urgent summons came for Doctor O"Shaughnessy. One of his richest patrons had fallen from his horse and broken his leg, and the doctor must come on the instant. The doctor grumbled and swore, but there was no help for it; so he departed, after making his wife vow by all the saints in turn, that she would not leave Eileen"s side for an instant until he returned.
When Eily heard the rattle of the gig and the sound of the pony"s feet, and knew that the most formidable of her jailers was actually _gone_, her heart beat so loud for joy that she feared its throbbing would be heard. Now, at last, a loop-hole seemed to open for her. She had a plan already in her head, and now there was a chance for her to carry it out.
But an Irish girl of ten has shrewdness beyond her years, and no gleam of expression appeared in Eileen"s face as she spoke to Mrs.
O"Shaughnessy, who had been standing by the window to watch her husband"s departure, and who now returned to her seat.
"We"ll be missin" the docthor this day, ma"m, won"t we?" she said. "He"s so agrayable, ain"t he, now?"
"He is that!" replied Mrs. O"Shaughnessy, with something of a sigh.
"He"s rale agrayable, Michael is--whin he wants to be," she added. "Yis, I"ll miss um more nor common to-day, for "tis worn out I am intirely wid shlapin so little these two nights past. Sure, I _can"t_ shlape, wid thim things a-shparklin" an" a-glowerin" at me the way they do; and now I"ll not get me nap at all this afthernoon, bein" I must shtay here and kape ye talkin" till the docthor cooms back. Me hid aches, too, mortial bad!"
"Do it, now?" said Eily, soothingly. "Arrah, it"s too bad, intirely!
Will I till ye a little shtory that me grandmother hed for the hidache?"
"A shtory for the hidache?" said Mrs. O"Shaughnessy. "What do ye mane by that, I"m askin" ye?"
"I dunno roightly how ut is," replied Eily, innocently, "but Granny used to call this shtory a cure for the hidache, and mebbe ye"d find ut so.
An" annyhow it "ud kape me talkin"," she added meekly, "for "tis mortial long."
"Go an wid it, thin!" said Mrs. O"Shaughnessy, settling herself more comfortably in her chair. "I loove a long shtory, to be sure. Go an, avick!"
And Eily began as follows, speaking in a clear, low monotone:--
"Wanst upon a toime there lived an owld, owld woman, an" her name was Moira Magoyle; an" she lived in an owld, owld house, in an owld, owld lane that lid through an owld, owld wood be the side of an owld, owld shthrame that flowed through an owld, owld shthrate av an owld, owld town in an owld, owld county. An" this owld, owld woman, sure enough, she had an owld, owld cat wid a white nose; an" she had an owld, owld dog wid a black tail, an" she had an owld, owld hin wid wan eye, an" she had an owld, owld c.o.c.k wid wan leg, an" she had--"
Mrs. O"Shaughnessy yawned, and stirred uneasily on her seat. "Seems to me there"s moighty little goin" an in this shtory!" she said, taking up her knitting, which she had dropped in her lap. "I"d loike somethin" a bit more loively, I"m thinkin", av I had me ch"ice."
"Jist wait, ma"m!" said Eily, with quiet confidence, "ownly wait till I coom to the parrt about the two robbers an" the keg o" gunpowdther, an"
its loively enough ye"ll foind ut. But I must till ut the same way "at Granny did, else it "ull do no good, ava. Well, thin, I was sayin" to ye, ma"m, this owld woman (Saint Bridget be good to her!) she had an owld, owld cow, an" she had an owld, owld shape, an" she had an owld, owld kitchen wid an owld, owld cheer an" an owld, owld table, an" an owld, owld panthry wid an owld, owld churn, an" an owld, owld sauce-pan, an" an owld, owld gridiron, an" an owld, owld--"
Mrs. O"Shaughnessy"s knitting dropped again, and her head fell forward on her breast. Eileen"s voice grew lower and softer, but still she went on,--rising at the same time, and moving quietly, stealthily, towards the door,--
"An" she had an owld, owld kittle, an" she had an owld, owld pot wid an owld, owld kiver; an" she had an owld, owld jug, an" an owld, owld platther, an" an owld, owld tay-pot--"
Eily"s hand was on the door, her eyes were fixed on the motionless form of her jailer; her voice went on and on, its soft monotone now accompanied by another sound,--that of a heavy, regular breathing which was fast deepening into a snore.
"An" she had an owld, owld shpoon, an" an owld, owld fork, an" an owld, owld knife, an" an owld, owld cup, an" an owld, owld bowl, an" an owld, owld, owld--"
The door is open! The story is done! Two little feet go speeding down the long pa.s.sage, across the empty kitchen, out at the back door, and away, away! Wake, Mrs. O"Shaughnessy! wake! the story is done and the bird is flown!