Gladys listened attentively.
"Yes," she said; "I understand now. But how will Papa know us, Mrs.
Lacy? We have grown so, and----" she went on, rather reluctantly, "I am not _quite_ sure that I should know him, not just at the very first minute."
Mrs. Lacy smiled.
"No, dear, of course you could not, after more than four years! But Mr.
Marton knows your Papa."
Gladys"s face cleared.
"Oh, that is all right," she said. "That is a very good thing. But"--and Gladys looked round hesitatingly--"isn"t anybody else going with us? I wish--I wish nurse wasn"t married; don"t you, Mrs. Lacy?"
The sort of appeal in the child"s voice went to the old lady"s heart.
"Yes, dear," she said. "But Susan thinks it will be quite nice for you with Leonie, young Mrs. Marton"s maid, for your Papa will have a new nurse all ready. She wrote to tell him that we would not send any nurse with you."
Gladys gave a little sigh. It took some of the bloom off the delight of "going to Papa" to have to begin the journey alone among strangers, and she saw that Mrs. Lacy sympathised with her.
"It will save a good deal of expense too," the old lady added, more as if thinking aloud, and half forgetting to whom she was speaking.
"Will it?" said Gladys quickly. "Oh, then, I won"t mind. We won"t mind, will we, Roger?" she repeated, turning to her little brother.
"No, we won"t," answered Roger solemnly, though without a very clear idea of what he was talking about, for he was quite bewildered by all he had heard, and knew and understood nothing but that he and Gladys were going somewhere with somebody to see Papa.
"That"s right," said Mrs. Lacy cheerfully. "You are a sensible little body, my Gladys."
"I know Papa isn"t very rich," said Gladys, encouraged by this approval, "and he"ll have a great lot more to pay now that Roger and I are going to be with him, won"t he?"
"You have such very big appet.i.tes, do you think?"
"I don"t know," said Gladys. "But there are such lots of things to buy, aren"t there? All our frocks and hats and boots. But oh!" she suddenly broke off, "won"t we have to be getting our things ready? and _do_ you think we should have new ulsters?"
"They are ordered," said Mrs. Lacy. "Indeed, everything you will need is ordered. Susan has been very busy, but everything will be ready."
"When are we to go?" asked Gladys, suddenly remembering this important question.
The sad look came into Mrs. Lacy"s eyes again, and her voice trembled as she replied: "Next Thursday, my darling."
"Next Thursday," repeated Gladys; and then catching sight of the tears which were slowly welling up into Mrs. Lacy"s kind eyes--it is so sad to see an aged person cry!--she suddenly threw her arms around her old friend"s neck, and, bursting out sobbing, exclaimed again: "Next Thursday. Oh, dear Mrs. Lacy, next Thursday!"
And Roger stood by, fumbling to get out his pocket-handkerchief, not quite sure if he should also cry or not. It seemed to him strange that Gladys should cry just when what she had wanted so much had come--just when it was all settled about going to Papa!
CHAPTER III.
A PRETTY KETTLE OF FISH.
"The cab-wheels made a dreamy thunder In their half-awakened ears; And then they felt a dreamy wonder Amid their dream-like fears."
LAVENDER LADY.
Gladys said something of the same kind to herself when, looking round her in the railway carriage on that same Thursday morning, she realised that the long, long looked-forward-to day had come. She and Roger had actually started on their journey to Papa! Yet her eyes were red and her face was pale. Little Roger, too, looked subdued and sober. It had never been so in their plays; in their pretence goings to Papa they were always full of fun and high spirits. It was always a beautiful sunny day to begin with, and to-day, the real day, was sadly dull and dreary, and cold too; the children, even though the new ulsters were in all their glory, shivered a little and drew closer together. The rain was falling so fast that there was no use trying to look out of the window, when fields and trees and farmhouses all seem to fly past in a misty confusion. Mr. Marton was deep in his _Times_; Mrs. Marton, after settling the children in the most comfortable places and doing all she could think of, had drawn a book out of her travelling-bag and was also busy reading. Roger, after a while, grew sleepy, and nodded his head, and then Mrs. Marton made a pillow for him on the arm of the seat, and covered him up with her rug. But Gladys, who was not at all sleepy, sat staring before her with wide open eyes, and thinking it was all very strange, and, above all, not the very least bit like what she had thought it would be. The tears came back into her eyes again when she thought of the parting with Mrs. Lacy. She and Roger had hardly seen their kind old friend the last few days, for she was ill, much more ill than usual, and Susan had looked grave and troubled. But the evening before, she had sent for them to say good-bye, and this was the recollection that made the tears rush back to the little girl"s eyes.
Dear Mrs. Lacy, how very white and ill she looked, propped up by pillows on the old-fashioned sofa in her room--every article in which was old-fashioned too, and could have told many a long-ago tender little story of the days when their owner was a merry blooming girl; or, farther back still, a tiny child like Gladys herself! For much of Mrs.
Lacy"s life had been spent in the same house and among the same things.
She had gone from there when she was married, and she had come back there a widow and childless, and there she had brought up these children"s father, Wilfred, as she often called him even in speaking to them, the son of her dearest friend. All this Gladys knew, for sometimes when they were alone together, Mrs. Lacy would tell her little stories of the past, which left their memory with the child, even though at the time hardly understood; and now that she and Roger were quite gone from the old house and the old life, the thought of them hung about Gladys with a strange solemn kind of mystery.
"I never thought about leaving Mrs. Lacy when we used to play at going,"
she said to herself. "I never even thought of leaving the house and our own little beds and everything, and even Miss Susan. And Ellen was very kind. I wish she could have come with us, just till we get to Papa," and then, at the thought of this unknown Papa, a little tremor came over the child, though she would not have owned it to any one. "I wonder if it would have cost a very great deal for Ellen to come with us just for a few days. I would have given my money-box money, and so would Roger, I am sure. I have fifteen and sixpence, and he has seven shillings and fourpence. It _could_ not have cost more than all that," and then she set to work to count up how much her money and Roger"s added together would be. It would not come twice together to the same sum somehow, and Gladys went on counting it up over and over again confusedly till at last it all got into a confusion together, for she too, tired out with excitement and the awakening of so many strange feelings, had fallen asleep like poor little Roger.
They both slept a good while, and Mr. and Mrs. Marton congratulated themselves on having such very quiet and peaceable small fellow-travellers.
"They are no trouble at all," said young Mrs. Marton. "But on the boat we must of course have Leonie with us, in case of a bad pa.s.sage."
"Yes, certainly," said her husband; "indeed I think she had better be with us from London. They will be getting tired by then."
"They are tired already, poor pets," said Mrs. Marton, who was little more than a girl herself. "They don"t look very strong, do they, Phillip?"
Mr. Marton took the cigarette he had just been preparing to enjoy out of his mouth, and turned towards the children, examining them critically.
"The boy looks st.u.r.dy enough, though he"s small. He"s like Bertram. The girl seems delicate; she"s so thin too."
"Yes," agreed Mrs. Marton. "_I_ don"t mind, and no more does Leonie; but I think it was rather hard-hearted of Susan Lacy to have sent them off like that without a nurse of their own. If she had not been so worried about Mrs. Lacy"s illness, I think I would have said something about it to her, even at the last. Somehow, till I saw the children, I did not think they were so tiny."
"It"ll be all right once we get to Paris and we give them over to their father," said Mr. Marton, who was of a philosophical turn of mind, puffing away again at his cigarette. "It will have saved some expense, and that"s a consideration too."
The children slept for some time. When they awoke they were not so very far from London. They felt less tired and better able to look about them and ask a few modest little questions. And when they got to London they enjoyed the nice hot cup of tea they had in the refreshment room, and by degrees they began to make friends with Leonie, who was very bright and merry, so that they were pleased to hear she was to be in the same carriage with them for the rest of the journey.
"Till you see your dear Papa," said Leonie, who had heard all the particulars from her young mistress.
"Yes," said Gladys quietly--by this time they were settled again in another railway carriage--"our Papa"s to be at the station to meet us."
"And we"re to have a new nurse," added Roger, who was in a communicative humour. "Do you think she"ll be kind to us?"
"I"m sure she will," said Leonie, whose heart was already won.
"She"s to teach us French," said Gladys.
"That will be very nice," said Leonie. "It is a very good thing to know many languages."
"Can you speak French?" asked Roger.
Leonie laughed, "Of course I can," she replied, "French is my tongue."
Roger sat straight up, with an appearance of great interest.