"But you promised to keep an eye on her."
""Enery "ears from me regilar," said Sam evasively.
"If you don"t pay "er no visits," Tilda insisted, "the more you write the more you must be tellin" lies; an" that"s not fair to "Enery."
Sam considered this for a while, and ended by drawing a folded sc.r.a.p of paper from his trouser-pocket.
"I don"t tell no more than can"t be "elped, missie. You just list"n to this."
He read:--
Dear Brother "Enery,--This comes opin" to find you well as it leaves me at Stratford. M. sends her love, an" you will be pleased to "ear she grows beautifuller every day an" in character likewise. It do seem to me this world is a better place for containin" of her; an" a man ought to be "appy, dear "Enery, when you can call "er mine--"
"That don"t seem right to me some"ow," commented Tilda.
Sam scratched his head.
"What"s wrong with it?"
""Pears to me it ought to be "yours"--"When you can call her yours.""
"I don"t like that neither, not altogether. S"pose we scratch it out an" say, "A man ought to be "appy when "e can call "er "isn"? That what schoolmaster calls the third person."
"There didn" ought to be no third person about it," said Tilda severely; "on"y "Enery an" "er. Well, go on."
"I can"t. That"s so far as I"ve written up to the present. It"s a rough copy, you understand; an" at Stratford I allow to write it out fair an" post it."
Tilda took a turn at considering.
"The further I go on this v"yage," she announced,--"w"ich, per"aps, "twould be truthfuller to say the longer it takes--the more I seems to get mixed up in other folks" business. But you"ve done me a good turn, Sam Bossom; an" you"ve been open with me; an" I reckon I got to keep you straight in this "ere. There! put up yer verses while I sit an" think it out."
"You don"t like "em?"
Sam was evidently dashed.
"If on"y I "ad Bill "ere--"
"Ha, yes: _"im!_ "_E_"d put a boiler inside "em, no doubt; an" a donkey-engin", an"--"
"What"yer talkin" about? . . . Oh, yer verses! Bless the man, I wasn"
thinkin" of yer verses. I was wantin" Bill "ere, to advise somethin"
practical. Lor" sake! Look at Arthur Miles there, the way "e"s leanin"
overboard! The child"ll drown" isself, nex" news!" She rose up and ran to prevent the disaster. ""Pears to me there"s a deal o" motherin" to be done aboard this boat. Trouble aft, an" trouble forrard--"
She was hurrying aft when Mr. Mortimer intercepted her amidships.
He held a book in one hand, and two slips of paper in the other.
"Child," he asked, "could you learn a part?--a very small part?"
""Course I could," answered Tilda promptly; "but I ain"t goin" to play it, an" don"t yer make any mistake. "Ere, let me get to Arthur Miles before "e tumbles overboard."
She darted aft and dragged the boy back by his collar.
"What d"yer mean by it, givin" folks a shock like that?" she demanded.
"I was looking at the pictures," he explained, and showed her.
The _Success to Commerce_ bore on her stern panels two gaily painted landscapes, the one of Warwick Castle, the other of ruined Kenilworth.
Tilda leaned over the side and saw them mirrored in the still water.
"And then," the boy pursued, "down below the pictures I saw a great ship lying in the seaweed with guns and drowned men on the deck and the fishes swimming over them. Deep in the ship a bell was tolling--"
"Nonsense!" Tilda interrupted, and catching up a pole, thrust it down overside. "Four feet at the most," she reported, as the pole found bottom. "You must be sickenin" for somethin". Put out your tongue."
"A child of imagination," observed Mr. Mortimer, who had followed her.
"Full fathom five thy father lies--"
""Ush!" cried Tilda.
"--Of his bones are coral made. Those are pearls that were his eyes--"
The boy sat and looked up at the speaker, staring, shivering a little.
"You know? You know too?" he stammered.
"He knows nothin" about it," insisted Tilda. "Please go away, Mr.
Mortimer?"
"A young Shakespearian? This is indeed delightful! You shall have a part, sir. Your delivery will be immature, doubtless; but with some tuition from me--"
"If you try it on, I"ll tell "Ucks," the girl threatened, by this time desperate. "You"re like all the actors--leastways you"re like all that ever I met; an", take it "ow you will, I got to say it. Once get started on yer own lay, an" everything elst goes out o" yer "eads.
You don"t mean to "urt, but selfish you are and "eedless, an" somebody "as al"ays the world"s trouble clearin" up the mess. "Ere, "and me the part you was tellin" about; an" I"ll learn it an" say it, though not within a "undred miles of Gla.s.son--which," she added, "I"ll be an old woman before that, at the rate we"re goin". But you don"t drag Arthur Miles into it, an" I give you fair warnin". For, to start with, "e"s "idin", an" "tis only to keep "im "id that I got "Ucks to let yer loose.
An" nex" "e"s a gentleman, and why you should want to mix "im up with yer Shakespeares I can"t think."
It is doubtful if Mr. Mortimer heard the conclusion of her outburst.
At the mention of Mr. Hucks he pressed a palm dramatically to his forehead; and now, withdrawing it, he handed her the two slips of paper with great politeness.
"True, I had forgotten," he murmured. "Take your time, child--you will take your time, I beg."
He waved his hand, and withdrew to rejoin his wife on the cabin-top.
Tilda studied the slips of paper, while Arthur Miles edged away again towards the gunwale for another look into the magic water.
"Stop that!" she commanded, glancing up and catching him in the act.
"Stop that, and read these for me: I can"t manage handwriting."
The boy took the first slip obediently and read aloud--
"_Madam, a horseman comes riding across the hill. The sun flashes full on his arms. By my halidame "tis the Knight Hospitaller!_"