"They"ve never been taught nothing of such things," said Mrs Greenways; "and besides, Agnetta"s got her schooling yet awhile."
"Fancy me," said Bella with a giggle, "making the b.u.t.ter with my sleeves tucked up like Molly. I hope I"m above that sort of thing. I didn"t go to Lenham finishing school to _learn_ that."
"I can"t find out what it was you did learn there," growled her father, "except to look down on everything useful. I"ll not have Agnetta sent there, I know. Not if I had the money, I wouldn"t. It"s bad enough to have bad seasons and poor crops to do with out-of-doors, without having a set of dressed-up lazy hussies in the house, who mar more than they make. Where to turn for money I don"t know, and there"s going on for three years" rent owing to Mr Leigh."
He got up as he spoke and left the room, followed by Peter. Bella continued her tea placidly. Father was always cross on market days, and it did not impress her in the least to be called lazy; she was far more interested in the fate of her velveteen dress than in the quality of the b.u.t.ter. But this was not the case with Mrs Greenways. To hear that Benson had threatened not to take the b.u.t.ter was a real as well as a new trouble, and alarmed her greatly. The rent owing and the failing crops were such a very old story that she had ceased to heed it much, but what would happen if the b.u.t.ter was not sold? The dairy was one of their largest sources of profit, and, as the farmer had said, the pasture was good and the cows were good. There was no fault out-of-doors. Whose fault was it? Molly"s without doubt. "But then," reflected Mrs Greenways, "she have got a sight to do, and you can"t hurry b.u.t.ter; you must have care and time." She sighed as she glanced at Bella"s strong capable form. Perhaps it would have been better after all, as Mrs White had so often said, to bring up her girls to understand household matters, instead of being stylishly idle. "I did it for their good,"
thought poor Mrs Greenways; "and anyhow, it"s too late to alter "em now. They"d no more take to it than ducks to flying." She was startled out of these reflections by the sudden entrance of Agnetta, who burst into the room with a hot excited face, and flung her bag of books into a corner.
"Well," said Bella, looking calmly at her, "I s"pose you"re to be Queen, ain"t you?"
"No!" exclaimed Agnetta angrily, "I ain"t Queen; and it"s a shame, so it is."
"Why, whoever is it, then?" asked Bella, open-mouthed.
"They"ve been and chosen Lilac White; sneaking little thing!" said Agnetta.
"Well, now, surely, I am surprised," said her mother. "I made sure they"d choose you, Agnetta; being the oldest, and the best lookin", and all. I do call it hard."
"It"s too bad," continued Agnetta, thus encouraged; "after I"ve been such a friend to her, and helped her cut her hair. It"s ungrateful.
She might have told me."
"Why, I don"t suppose she knew it, did she?" said Bella.
"She went all on pretending she wanted me Queen," said Agnetta, "as innocent as you please. And she must a known there were a lot meant to vote for her. I call it mean."
"Never you mind, Agnetta," said her mother soothingly; "come and get yer tea, and here"s a pot of strawberry jam as you"re fond of. She"ll never make half such a good Queen as you, and I dessay you"ll look every bit as fine now, when you"re dressed."
"I don"t want no strawberry jam," said Agnetta sullenly, kicking at the leg of the table.
"Mercy me!" said poor Mrs Greenways with a sigh, "everything do seem to go crossways today."
CHAPTER FIVE.
MAY DAY.
"But I must gather knots of flowers, and buds and garlands gay, For I"m to be Queen of the May, mother, I"m to be Queen of the May!"
--_Tennyson_.
Agnetta had been quite wrong in saying that Lilac had any idea of being Queen. At the school that afternoon, when amidst breathless silence the Mistress had counted up the votes and said: "Lilac White is chosen Queen", it had been such a surprise to her that she had stood as though in a dream. Her companions nudged her on either side. "It"s you that"s Queen," they whispered; and at length she awoke to the wonderful fact that it was not Agnetta or anyone else who had the most votes, but she herself, Lilac White. She was Queen! Looking round, still half-puzzled to believe such a wonderful thing, she saw a great many pleased faces, and heard Mrs Leigh say: "I think you have chosen very well, and I am glad Lilac will be Queen this year." It was, then, really true. "How pleased Mother"ll be!" was her first thought; but her second was not so pleasant, for her eye fell on Agnetta. It was the only sullen face there; disappointment and vexation were written upon it, and there was no answering glance of sympathy from the downcast eyes. Lilac was an impulsive child, and affection for her friend made her forget everything else for the moment. She left her place, went up to Mrs Leigh, who was talking to the schoolmistress, and held one arm out straight in front of her.
"Well, Lilac," said Mrs Leigh kindly, "what is it?"
"Please, ma"am," said Lilac, dropping a curtsy, "if they don"t mind, I"d rather Agnetta Greenways was Queen."
"Oh, that"s quite out of the question," said Mrs Leigh decidedly; "when the Queen"s been once chosen it can"t be altered. Why, I should have thought you would have been pleased."
Lilac hung her head, and went back to her place rather abashed. She was pleased, and she did not like Mrs Leigh to think she did not care. Her whole heart was full of delight at receiving such an honour, but at the same time it was hard for Agnetta, who had so set her mind on being Queen. If only she could be Queen too! That being impossible, Lilac had done her best in offering to give it up, and it was disappointing to find that her friend, far from being grateful, was cross and sulky with her and quite out of temper. When the other children crowded round Lilac with pleased faces Agnetta held back, and had not one kind word to say, but refusing an advances flung herself away from her companions and rushed home full of wrath. Lilac looked after her wistfully; it hurt her to think that Agnetta could behave so. "After all," she said to herself, "I couldn"t help them choosing me, and I did offer to give it up."
Everyone else was glad that she was Queen, and ready with a smile and a nod when they met her. If Agnetta had only been pleased too Lilac"s happiness would have been perfect, but that was just the one thing wanting. However, even with this drawback there was a great deal of pleasure to look forward to, and when she went to the Rectory to have the white dress fitted on she was almost as excited as though it was really a royal robe.
"It"s a pity about the fringe, Lilac," said Miss Ellen as she pinned and arranged the long train; "it"s not nearly so becoming." Then seeing the excited face suddenly downcast she added: "Never mind; I dare say the crown will partly hide it."
Her arrangements finished, she called her sister, and they both surveyed Lilac gravely, who, a little abashed by such business-like observation, stood before them shyly in her straight white gown, with the train fastened on her shoulders.
"I think she"ll do very nicely," said Miss Alice, "when she gets the flowers on. They make all the difference. What will she wear?"
Miss Ellen"s opinion was decided on that point. "It ought to be white lilac, and plenty of it," she said, "nothing would suit the Queen so well." Then came a difficulty: there was none nearer than Cuddingham.
Could it be got in time?
Lilac was doubtful, for Cuddingham was a long way off, but she promised to do her best, and Miss Ellen"s last words to her were:
"Bring moon daisies if you can"t get it, but remember I should like white lilac much the best."
Lilac herself thought the moon daisies would be prettier, with their bright yellow middles; but Miss Ellen"s word was law, and as she had set her heart on white lilac, some way of going to Cuddingham must be found since it was too far to walk. There were only two days now to the great event, and during them Lilac did her best to make her wants known everywhere. In vain, however. No one was going to or coming from that place; always the same disappointing answers:
"Cuddingham! No, thank goodness; I was there last week. I don"t want to see that hill again yet a while." Or, "Well now, if I"d known yesterday I might a suited you." And so on.
Lilac began to despair. She thought of Orchards Farm, but she had not courage to ask any favour there while Agnetta was so vexed with her.
Even Uncle Joshua, who had always helped her at need, had nothing to suggest now, and did not even seem to think it of much importance. He dropped in to see Mrs White on the evening before May Day, and with her usual faith in him Lilac at once began to place her difficulty before him. But for once he was not ready to listen, and she was obliged to wait impatiently while he carried on a long conversation with her mother. They had a great deal to talk of, and it was most uninteresting to Lilac, for it was all about things of the past in which she had had no share. She might have liked it at another time, but just now she was full of the present, and she became more and more impatient as Uncle Joshua went on. He had to call back the first celebration of May Day which he "minded", and the smallest event connected with it; and when he had done Mrs White took up the tale, dwelling specially on Jem"s musical talent, and how he had been the very soul of the drum-and-fife band.
"They"re all at sixes and sevens now, to my thinking," she said. "Jem, he kep" "em together and made "em do their best."
"Aye, that"s where it is," said the cobbler with an approving nod; "that"s what we"ve all on us got to do."
His eye rested as he spoke on Lilac"s eager face, and seizing the opportunity of a pause she rushed in with what she had so much on her mind:
"Oh, Uncle Joshua! to-morrow"s the day, and I can"t get no white lilac for Miss Ellen to make my garland with. What shall I do?"
But Joshua was in a moralising mood, and though Lilac"s question gave him another subject to discourse on, he was more bent on hearing himself talk than in getting over her difficulty. He raised one finger and began to speak slowly, and when Mrs White saw that, she paused with the kettle in her hand and stood quite still to listen. Joshua was going to say something "good."
"It don"t matter a bit," he said, "what you make your garland of.
Flowers is all perishin" things and they"ll be dead next day, and wear what you will, they won"t make you into a real Queen. But there"s things as will always make folks bow down when they see "em, May Day or no May Day, and them"s the things you ought to seek for, early and late till you find "em. You take a lot of pains to get flowers to deck your outsides, but you don"t care much for the plants I"m thinking of; you leave "em to chance, and so sometimes they"re choked out by the weeds.
An" yet they"re worth takin" trouble for, and if you once get "em to take root and grow they"re fit to crown the finest Queen as ever was; and they won"t die either, but the more you use "em the fresher and sweeter they"ll be. There"s Love now; you can"t understand anyone, not the smallest child, without that. There"s Truth; you can"t do anything with folks unless they trust you. There"s Obedience; you can"t rule till you know how to serve. There"s three plants for you, and there"s a whole lot more, but that"s enough for you to bear in mind, and I must be going along."
Joshua departed much satisfied with his eloquence, leaving Mrs White equally impressed.
"Lor"!" she exclaimed, "there"s a gifted man. It"s every bit as good as being in church to hear him. And I hope, Lilac, as how you"ll lay it to heart and mind it when you get to be a woman."
But Lilac did not feel in the least inclined to lay it to heart. She was vexed with Uncle Joshua, who had not been the least help in her perplexity; for once he had failed her, and she was glad he had gone away so that she could think over a plan for to-morrow. It was of no use evidently to reckon on white lilac any longer, the only thing to be done now was to get up very early the next morning and pick the best moon daisies she could find for Miss Ellen. This determination was so strong within her when she fell asleep, that she woke with a sudden start next morning as the daylight was just creeping through her lattice. Had she overslept herself? No, it was beautifully early, it must be an hour at least before her usual time. She dressed herself quickly and quietly, so as not to disturb her mother in the next room, and then pushing open her tiny window gave an anxious look at the weather. Would it be fine? At present a thin misty grey veil was spread over everything, but she could see the village below, which looked fast, fast asleep, with no smoke from its chimneys and nothing stirring. There was such a stillness everywhere that it seemed wrong to make a noise, as though you were in church. And the birds felt it too, for they twittered in a subdued manner, keeping back their full burst of song to greet someone who would come presently. Lilac knew who that was. She knew as well as the birds that very soon the sun would thrust away the misty veil and show his beaming face to the valley. It would be fine. It was May Day, and she was Queen!
She drew a deep breath of delight, went downstairs on tiptoe, found a basket and a knife, tied on her bonnet, and unlatched the door; but there she stopped short, checked on the threshold by a sight so surprising that for a moment she could not move. For at her feet, on the doorstep, lying there purely white as though it had fallen from the clouds, was a great ma.s.s of white lilac. There were branches and branches of it, so that the air was filled with its gentle delicate scent, and it was so fresh that all its leaves were moist with dew.
Someone had been up earlier even than herself. The question was--who?
Uncle Joshua of course; he had not failed after all, though how even such a very clever man could have got to Cuddingham and back since last night was more than Lilac could tell. That did not matter. There it was, and what a fine lot of it! "He must have brought away nigh a whole bush," she said to herself. "Miss Ellen will be rare and pleased, surely." She gathered up the sweet-smelling boughs at last, and put them into one of her mother"s washing-baskets. There was no need to pick moon daisies now, and as she swept and dusted the room and lit the fire she gave many looks of admiration at her treasure, and many grateful thoughts to Uncle Joshua. Mrs White also had no doubt that he had managed it somehow; and she was so moved by the fact of his kindness, and by Lilac being Queen, and by a hundred past memories, that her usual composure left her, and she threw her ap.r.o.n over her head and had a good cry.
"There!" she said when it was over, "I can"t think what makes me so silly. But Jem he would a been proud to have seen you--he always liked the laylocks."