"That was some time ago; she has gone out to ride since, and I am quite sure Mr. Lee came up here after she left you," I said.
"I am glad of it," she answered, gently. "He was rather late this morning, I remember thinking; but Jessie would not own it. So he came up, and I did not hear him. Miss Hyde, this is the first time in my whole life that his lightest footstep failed to awake me,--what can it mean?"
"Yes," broke in Lottie, who had been hanging around the door, unnoticed; for we had all become so used to her presence in that room, that it was no more heeded than that of the canary-bird in its cage on the balcony,--"yes, ma"am, Mr. Lee came up with his spurs on, and his whip all ready, just like a trooper, clang, clang, clang. I thought the noise would make you jump out of the window in that white, loose gown, just like an angel with its wings spread; but law! there you were, ma"am, snoozing away right in his face, and he making up his mind, with the whip in his hand, whether to kiss you good-bye or not."
"And did he?" inquired the lady, with a faint flush of the cheek.
"No, ma"am; I suppose he was afraid of scaring you out of that nice sleep. He only looked at you sort of earnestly, and went off trying to walk on tiptoe; but mercy! didn"t them boots creak?"
"I thought not," murmured the lady, with infinite tenderness in her voice; "I must have been dead if that failed to arouse me."
"Lor, Mrs. Lee," continued the maid, spreading her flail-like arms in ill.u.s.tration, "I wish you could have seen that new widder-woman when them two gentlemen helped her on to the horse. Didn"t her dress swell out--and didn"t she keep Mr. Lawrence a-tinkering away at her stirrups, with one foot in his hand, till it made me sick looking on. Awful "cute lady that is, Miss Hyde; you ain"t no match for her, nohow!"
I really think that witch of a girl was gifted with something almost like second sight. I never had a secret taste or dislike that she did not understand at once, and drag it out in some blundering way before the whole world.
"What makes you think so, Lottie?" I inquired, a little annoyed.
"Because you"re straightforward right out, and flat-footed honest; and she--oh my!"
"What makes you say, "oh my!" Lottie?"
"Nothing, Miss Hyde; only I"ve got eyes, and can see right through a mill-stone, especially when there"s a hole in the middle. Perhaps you can"t, then again perhaps you can; I don"t dispute anything; only, as I said before, that widder-woman is too "cute for such a mealy-mouthed lady as you are. My!--wouldn"t she ride over you rough-shod and with spurs to her slippers!"
We spoiled that girl. She was neither servant, companion, nor protegee, and yet partook of the position which three such persons might have occupied in the family. She waited upon every one with the faithfulness of a hound and the speed of a lapwing, seemed to be always in the kitchen, constantly flitting through the parlor, yet never beyond the sound of her mistress"s voice. She belonged everywhere and nowhere in the household. She had taken her position out of the kitchen entirely, by refusing to sit down at the table there, whatever the temptation was, she invariably carrying off the tray into her own little room, after the mistress was served, taking her meals in solitary grandeur from frosted silver and china so delicate that you could see a shadow through it.
Nay, she affected great elegance in this little room, which was a sort of select hospital for all the old finery in the household. Lace curtains, condemned as too much worn for the parlor-windows, after pa.s.sing through her adroit hands, appeared at the cas.e.m.e.nt of her little room transparent as new; silk hangings, when faded from their first splendor, she managed to revive into almost pristine brightness. She would cut out the freshest medallions from an old carpet, and make it bloom out anew under her own feet. Then she had pretty knick-knacks and keepsakes scattered about, which made her little nook quite a boudoir--indeed, almost the prettiest one in the family.
Mrs. Lee was rather proud of her unique handmaiden"s retreat; it gratified her own exquisite sense of the beautiful; and, as the room opened into her own, it was but a continuation of the refinements that surrounded her.
In her dress, too, Lottie was more original than half the old pictures one sees offered for sale. Jessie"s cast-off dresses were remodelled by her nimble fingers into a variety of garments really marvellous. Indeed, Lottie was generally the most perfectly costumed person in our household. No one felt disposed to check this exuberant taste in the strange girl: it pleased the invalid, and that was reason enough for anything in our family.
"Yes, I say it again," persisted the strange little creature, folding her arms and setting her head on one side, "widders are monstrous smart, up to a"most anything. I"ve often wished that I"d been born a widder with both eye-teeth cut, as theirs always is--are, I meant. Lor! Miss Hyde, you ain"t a circ.u.mstance; just leave this one to me."
"Lottie, Lottie," said Mrs. Lee, shaking her head, "you speak too loud and look bold, it isn"t becoming. Besides, the guests in a house must always be honored, never made subjects of criticism: in short, my good child, we are spoiling you."
Lottie withered into penitence with the first words of this reproof.
When it was ended, a deep flush settled around her eyes, as if tears were suppressed with difficulty.
"Spoiling me! not with kindness, I should die without that," she said, half sitting down on the ottoman, half kneeling by the couch. "I won"t speak another word against that--that lady. There, I"ve got it out; say you are not angry with me."
"Angry! no, my child. Only be careful not to say harsh things of any one, it is a bad habit."
"I am sorry!"
"Well, well."
"Very sorry!"
"There, there, child, it is not so very terrible."
"I"ll never call the lady a widder again. Never!"
Mrs. Lee smiled, and sent her into the next room. She seemed troubled after the girl went out; for certainly tears had glittered in Lottie"s eyes, a thing I had never witnessed before.
"Go in, Miss Hyde, and comfort her, poor thing! It was cruel to reprove her so harshly; but my temper is getting ungovernable."
It was almost amusing to hear that gentle creature condemn herself with so little reason; but she would not be convinced that something of the spirit of a Nero had not been manifest in that mild reprimand; so I went into Lottie"s room, much better disposed to give her a second lesson than to console her for the first.
Miss Lottie had curled herself up in the window-seat, with both hands clasped around her knees, and her face buried upon them.
CHAPTER XVII.
LOTTIE EXPRESSES HER OPINION OF THE WIDOW.
"Lottie," I said, going up to the girl, "what are you huddled up in that place for? Is there nothing you can find to do more profitable than pouting?"
"I"m not pouting, Miss Hyde," she said; "only grinding my teeth in peace and comfort. Why can"t you let me alone, I should like to know?"
"What folly! Do get down and act like a sensible creature."
"Well," she said, throwing herself off the window-seat with a demi-summersault, which landed her in the middle of the room, "here I am. What"s wanted?"
It was rather difficult for me to say just that instant what I did want, having only a charge of consolation on hand.
"Well," she added, "what have I done to you, Miss Hyde, that I can"t be allowed to sit still in my own room?"
"Nothing, Lottie; I was only afraid that you might be fretting."
Her eyes instantly filled with tears, which she dashed aside with her hand.
"So I was; what"s the use of denying it? She never said a cross word to me before, and wouldn"t now but for that Mrs. Babylon. I hate that widder; I want to stomp her down under my feet. It makes me grit my teeth when she comes sailing out into the garden, and looks up to Mrs.
Lee"s window, just like a dog hankering after a bone."
"Why, how can you feel so bitterly, Lottie, about a person you never spoke to a dozen times in your life?" I said, shocked and surprised by her vehemence.
"Didn"t I, though? How "cute people can be with their eyes shut! Well, I fancy that the widder and I are slightly acquainted--better than she thinks for."
"Why, how can that be possible; you are always in Mrs. Lee"s room?"
"Generally, generally--not always. There is hours in the morning, before she gets up; hours in the evening, after she goes to bed; when I break out, and do a little exploring about the premises. This morning I was in Mrs. Babylon"s room before any of you were up."
"Indeed! How did that happen?"
"That sneaking mulatto girl came to the chamber-door as I was pa.s.sing, and beckoned me to come in."