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FIVE MINUTE STORIES. A charming collection of short stories
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THREE MARGARETS. One of the most clever stories for girls
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MARGARET MONTFORT. A new volume in the series of which
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LOVE AND ROCKS. A charming story of one of the pleasant
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Dana Estes & Company, Publishers, â€˜Boston.
LAURA E. RICHARDS
AUTHOR OF â€˜CAPTAIN JANUARY,â€ â€˜ Soe
â€œ(QUEEN HILDEGARDE,â€ ETC,
ETHELDRED B. BARRY
DANA ESTES & COMPANY
Copyright, 1898 :
By Dana Estes & COMPANY
Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co.
I.. Present anp ABSENT
II. Ture Unexprcrep
IV. Tur Trrats or MarGaret
V. A New Type
VI. A Lesson In GEOGRAPHY
VII. Tur Dauntiess THREE
VIII. Tur First Conquest
IX. A Newcomer
X. â€œI MUST HELP MYSELFâ€
XI. Tur Srconp ConqurEst
XII. Tur Voice or Fernury .
XII. Wuo Dip Ir?
XIV. Brack Sprritrs aNnD WHITE
XV. A DEPARTURE
MarGaret MontrortT . ; : , Frontispiece
Â« AFTERWARDS SHE SALLIED OUT INTO THE GAR-
DEN â€ 5 : : 5 - f si -. 63
LITTLE GIRL?â€™â€ â€˜ : i . . . 84
â€œTHE LITTLE GIRL HAD NEVER STIRRED, BUT
STOOD GAZING UP AT THE BIG MAN WHO
HELD HER HANDSâ€ . A s - 120
â€œMERTON WAS TEASING CHIQUITOâ€ 3 : eb S
Â«â€œÂ¢Wonâ€™T YOU COME IN?â€™â€ . : : 5 eel i5)
A LIVELY GHOST. : a : A : ae oA
Â«THe â€˜FLAIL OF THE DESERTâ€™â€ . A : . 268
MARGARET MONTFORT. Â°
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â€œTr shall be exactly as you please, my
dear!â€ said Mr. Montfort. â€œI have no wish
in the matter, save to fulfil yours. I had
thought it would be pleasanter, perhaps, to
have the rooms occupied; but your feeling is
most natural, and there is no reason why you
should not keep your present room.â€
â€œThank you, uncle!â€ said the girl whom
he addressed as Margaret, and whom some of
my readers may have met before. â€œIt is not
that I donâ€™t love the dear rooms, nor that it
would not be a joy to be in them, for some
reasons ; but, â€”I think, just to go and sit -
there every day, alone or with you, and think
12 MARGARET MONTFORT.
about her,â€”it seems as if that would be
easier just now, dear uncle. You always
understand, Uncle John!â€
Mr. Montfort nodded, and puffed thought-
fully at his cigar. - The two, uncle and niece,
were sitting on the wide verandah of Fernley
House; it was a soft, fair June evening, and
the fireflies were flitting through the trees,
and one or two late birds were chirping
drowsily. There were only the two of them
at Fernley now, for one day, some two months
ago, the beloved Aunt Faith had fallen quietly
asleep, and passed in sleep away from age and
weakness and weariness. Margaret missed her
sadly indeed; but there was no bitterness in
her grieving, and she felt all the more need _
of keeping the house cheerful and bright for
her uncle, who had lost the faithful and affec-
â€˜tionate friend who had been for years like a
second mother to him. They talked of her
a great deal, of the beauty and helpfulness of
the long life that had brought so much joy to
others ; just now Mr. Montfort had proposed
that Margaret should occupy the White
Rooms, which had been Mrs. Cheritonâ€™s
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special apartments in the great rambling house ;
but he did not urge the matter, and they sat
in silence for a time, feeling the soft beauty
of the evening wrap them round like a gar-
ment of rest.
â€œ And what have you been doing all ia
while I was in town?â€ asked Mr. Montfort
presently. â€œ You were not too lonely, May
â€œOh, no, not a bit too lonely; just enough
to make it very good to have oneâ€™s Uncle John
come back. Let me see! After you went, I
fed Chiquito, and stayed with him quite a
while, talking and singing. He is so pitiful,
poor old fellow! Then I took a walk, and
dropped in to see how Mrs. Peyton was; she
asked me to come in the morning, you know,
when I could.â€
â€œ And how was she? Superb as ever?â€
â€œJust, Uncle John! Her dressing-jacket
was blue this time, and there was a new kind
of lace on her pillows.â€
â€œOh! she has lace on her pillows, has she,
â€œDidn't I tell you, uncle? Pillows and
14 MARGARET MONTFORT.
- sheets are trimmed with real lace, most mag-
nificent. To-day it was Valenciennes, really
lovely Valenciennes, to match her cap and the
frills on her jacket. And turquoise buttons
_and cap-pins; oh, she was a vision of beauty,
I assure you. The pale pik roses on the
table by her bed gave just the right touch to
accentuate â€” if that is what J mean â€”all the
blue. She is an artist in effects. She must
have been very beautiful, Uncle John? She
is beautiful now, of course, only so worn and
â€œYes, she was extremely beautiful, in her
â€œway,â€ said Mr. Montfort; â€œand she was al-
ways, aS you say, an artist in effects. And
in a good many other things,â€ he murmured,
half under his breath. â€œShe was glad to see
you, no doubt, my child?â€
â€œOh, yes; she is always â€˜most cordial and
kind. She made me tell her just how you
were looking,â€”she always does that; and
what you were doing.â€
â€œEmily Peyton is a singular woman,â€ said
Mr. Montfort, thoughtfully. â€œShe suffers, no
doubt, and I am glad if you can be a comfort
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to her, Margaret; but be a little careful, my
dear; be a little careful with Mrs. Peyton!
Hm! ha! yes, my love! and what else did
you say you had done to amuse yourself ?â€
â€œWhy, Uncle John, do you think I have to
be amusing myself all day? What a frivolous
creature you must think me! I practised
after I came home; and then I had lunch,
and then I arranged the flowers, and then I
made some buttonholes, and all the rest of
- the afternoon I sat under the big tulip-tree,
reading â€˜Henry Esmond.â€™ So you see, I
have really had the most delightful day,
â€œEspecially the last part of it,â€ said her
uncle, smiling. â€œEsmond was rather more
delightful than the buttonholes, eh, Meg?â€
â€œWell, possibly!â€ Margaret admitted.
â€œHe is rather more delightful than almost
anything else, isnâ€™t he? But not half so good
as oneâ€™s Uncle John, when he comes home in
the gloaming, with his pockets full of bonbons
and letters for his unworthy niece.â€
â€œFlatterer!â€ said Mr. Montfort. â€œDoes
this come of visiting Mrs. Peyton? She used
16 MARGARET MONTFORT.
to be an adept in the art. But what do our
two other Margarets say? Has Peggy set the
prairies on fire yet? She will some day, you
â€œDo you think the mosquitoes would quite
devour us if I brought the small lamp out
here? I really must read you the let-
ters, and it is too lovely to go in. Shall
Margaret brought the lamp, and, drawing
a letter from her pocket, began to read :
â€œT was so glad to get your letter. It was splen-
did, and Iâ€™m going to copy out a lot of the things
you said, and pin them up by my looking-glass. My
hair will not part straight, because I have the most
frightful cowlick â€”
â€œJT donâ€™t believe you care for this part, do
.. you, Uncle John? Poor little Pegeyâ€™s diffi-
~_ culties are very funny sometimes.â€
â€œWhy, I like it all, Meg, if you think
Peggy would not mind my hearing it. It
Is all sweet and wholesome, I know; but
leave out anything you think I should not
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â€œOh, there isnâ€™t anything, really. Tll go
on, if you like. Where was I? Oh!â€”
â€œThe most frightful cowlick. The reason I tried
was because you said my forehead was nice. I hope
you will not think me very vain, Margaret. And
you know, no one is wearing bangs any more, not
even curly ones. So I have put it straight back
now, and Pa likes it, and says I look like his
mother. Margaret, will you try to get me the re-
ceipt for barley soup, the way Frances makes it?
Mother isnâ€™t well, and I thought I would try if I
could make some. I think, Margaret, that I am
going to find something I can really do! I think
it is cooking! What do you think of that? Our
cook went away to her brotherâ€™s wedding last week,
and Mother was sick, and so I tried; and Pa (I
tried saying Father, but he wouldnâ€™t let me!) said
the things tasted good, and I had a knack for flavour-
ing. That made me feel so happy, Margaret! Be- |
cause I had just gone ahead till I thought a thing
tasted right. I did not want to be bothering â€™round
with cook-books, and besides, ours was lost, for
Betsy canâ€™t read, so there was no use for one. I
made an apple-pudding yesterday, and Pa had two
helps, and all the boys wanted three, but there
wasnâ€™t enough, though I made it in the big meat-.
pie pan. Darling Margaret, do please write again -
very soon, and tell me about everything at dear, |
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darling Fernley. How is Chiquito, and does Uncleâ€™
John ever speak of me? I miss him dreadfully, but
I miss you most of all, darling Margaret, â€”I never
get over missing you. I have a new dog, a setter, a
perfect beauty. I asked Hugh to name him for me,
and he named him Hamlet, because he was black
and white, and Hugh thought he was going to be
melancholy, but he grins and wiggles all over every
time you look at him. I am teaching him to jump
over a stick and he does it beautifully, â€” only the
other day I stood too near the looking-glass, and he
jumped into that, and smashed it, and frightened
himself almost to death, poor puppy. Margaret, I
read a little history every day, â€” not very much, but
I think of you when I read it, and that makes it bet-
ter. Pa says I am going to school next year; won't
that be fun? Hugh is reading â€˜John Brentâ€™ to me in
the evenings. Oh, how perfectly splendid it is! If
I had a horse like Fulano, I would live with him all
the time, and never leave him for five minutes. I
want dreadfully to go out west and find Luggernel
Alley. Hugh says perhaps we shall go some day,
just him and me. That doesnâ€™t look right, Margaret,
but I tried writing â€˜he and Iâ€™ on a piece of paper,
and it didnâ€™t look any better, so I guess Dll leave
it as itis. Do you think I write better? I am try-
ing to take a lot of pains. I try to think of all the
_ things you tell me, dear Margaret. Mother thinks I
am doing better, I know. Mother and I have real
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good talks together, like we never used to before,
and she tells me what she used to do when she was
a girl. I guess she had some pretty hard times. I
guess Iâ€™m a pretty lucky girl, Margaret. Now I must
go and get motherâ€™s supper. Give lots and lots of
love to Uncle John, and some to Elizabeth and
Frances, and sayâ€”TI canâ€™t spell it, but the Spanish
thing I learned â€” to poor Chiquito. But most love
of all to your own, dear, darling self, Margaret, from
Mr. Montfort curled his moustaches in
silence for some minutes, when the reading
â€œDear little girl!â€ he said at last. â€œGood
little Pegey! So she will learn to cook, will
she? And she is getting hold of her mother!
This is as it should be, Margaret, eh?â€
â€œOh, yes!â€ cried Margaret. â€œOh, Uncle
John, this letter makes me feel so happy
about the child. At first, you know, she
missed us all more than she should have,
â€”really. Andâ€”and I thmk that, except
for Hugh, perhaps they did not receive her
in quite the way they might have, laughing
at her a good deal, and sneering when she
tried to make little improvements. I donâ€™t
20 MARGARET MONTFORT.
mean Aunt Susan or Uncle James, but the
younger children, and George, who must be
â€”whom I donâ€™t fancy, somehow. And she
has been so brave, and has tried so hard to
be patient and gentle. I think our Peggy
will make a very fine woman, donâ€™t you,
â€œT do, my love. I have a great tenderness
for Peggy. When she is at school, she must
comeâ€™ here for her vacations, or some of them,
â€œ And she owes this all to you!â€ cried Mar-
garet, with shining eyes. â€œIf she had never
come here, Uncle John, I feel as if she might
have grown up â€” well, pretty wild and
rough, I am afraid. Oh, she ought to love
you, and she does.â€
â€œHumph!â€ said Mr. Montfort, dryly. â€œYes,
my dear, she does, and I am very glad of the
dear little girlâ€™s love. But as for owing it all
to me, why, Margaret, there may be two
opinions about that. Well, and what says
our Bird of Paradise?â€
â€œRita? Oh, uncle, I donâ€™t know what you
will think of this letter.â€
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â€œDonâ€™t read it, my dear, if you think it is
meant for you alone. You can tell me if she
is well and happy.â€
â€œThat is just it, Uncle John. She wants
~ to go to Hurope, and her father does not ap-
prove of her going just at present, and soâ€”
well, you shall hear part of it, at any rate.
â€œMargaret, my Soul!â€
â€œThat sounds natural!â€ said Mr. Montfort.
â€œThat is undoubtedly Rita, Margaret; go on!
If you were her soul, my dear, my brother
Richard would have a quieter life. Go on.â€
â€œHardly a week has passed since last I wrote,
yet to-night I fly again in spirit to you, since my
burning heart must pour itself out to some other
heart that can beat with mine. Itis midnight. All
day I have suffered; and now I fain would lose my-
self in sleep. Butno! My eyes are propped open, my
heart throbs to suffocation, I enrage, I tear myself â€”
how should sleep come to such as I? O Marguerite,
there in your cool retreat, with that best of men, my
uncle, â€” yours also, â€”a Paladin, but one whose blood
flows, or rests, quietly, as yours, can you feel for
me, for your Rita, who burns, who dissolves in
anguish? Listen! I desire to go to Europe. I have
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never seen it, as you know. Spain, the home of my
ancestors, the cradle of the San Reals, is but a name
to me. Now I have the opportunity. An escort
offers itself, perfection, beyond earthly desire. You
recall my friend, my Conchita, who divides my heart
with you? She is married, my dear! She is the Sefiora
Bobadilla; her husband is noble, rich, devoted.
- Young, I do not say; brilliant, I do not pretend!
Conchita is brought up in the Spanish way, my
child; she weds a Spanish husband, as her parents
provide him; it is the custom. Now! Marguerite,
they offer to take me with them to Spain, to France,
Italy, the worldâ€™s end. It is the opportunity of a
lifetime. I pine, I die for change. When you con-
sider that I have been a year here, without once
leaving home, â€”it is an eternity ! limplore my father ;
I weep â€” torrents! I clasp his knees. I say, â€˜Kill
me, but let me go!â€™ No! he is adamant. He talks
about the disturbed state of the country! Has it been
ever undisturbed ? I ask you, Marguerite! Briefly, I
remain! The Bobadillas sail to-morrow, without me.
I feel that this blow has crushed me, Marguerite. I
feel my strength, never, as you know, robust, ebbing
from me. Be prepared, Marguerite! I feel that in a
few weeks I may be gone, indeed, but not to Europe;
to another and a kinder world. The San Reals are a
short-lived race; they suffer, they die! My father
will realise one day that he might better have let his
poor Rita have her way for once, when Rita lies
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shrouded in white, with lilies at her head and feet.
Adios, Marguerite! farewell, heart of my heart! I
have made my will, â€”my jewels are divided between
you and Peggy. Poor Peggy! she also will mourn
me. You will dry her tears, dearest! The lamp
burns lowâ€”no more! For the last time, beloved
â€œMarcarita Marta DoLorEs DE
San Reat Monrrort.â€
â€œTsnâ€™t that really pretty alarming?â€ said
Margaret, looking up. â€œWhyâ€”why, Uncle
John! you are laughing! Donâ€™t laugh, please !
Of course Rita is extravagant, but I am afraid
she must really be very unhappy. Stay! Here
is a postscript that I did not see before.
Oh! Oh, uncle! Listen!
Â«â€œ Alma mia, one word! It is morning, in the world
and in my heart. I go, Marguerite! My maid is
packing my trunk at this instant. My father re-
lents; he is an angel, the kindest, the most consider-
ate of parents. We sail to-morrow for Gibraltar, â€”I
shall be in Madrid in less than a month. Marguerite,
I embrace you tenderly. Rejoice, Beloved, with
your happy, your devoted
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â€œThank you, my dear!â€ said Mr. Montfort,
twirling his moustaches. â€œPoor Richard!
Poor old Dick! Do you know, my dear, I
think Dick may have had some experience of
Lire was pleasant enough for Margaret
Montfort, in those days. The hours were
still sad which she had been used to spend with
Mrs. Cheriton, the beloved Aunt Faith; but
there was such peace and blessedness inâ€™ the
thought of her, that Margaret would not have
been without the gentle sorrow. She loved
to sit in the White Rooms, sometimes with
her uncle, but more often alone. In the
morning, she generally walked for an hour in
the garden with Mr. Montfort, tending the
rose-bushes that were his special care and
pride, listening to his wise and kindly talk,
and learning, she always thought, something
new each day. It is wonderful how much
_- philosophy, poetry, even history, can be
brought into the care of roses, if the right
26 MARGARET MONTFORT.
person has charge of them. At ten oâ€™clock
he generally went to town, and the rest of
the morning was spent in practising, sewing,
and studying; the hours flew by so fast,
â€˜Margaret often suspected the clock of being
something of a dishonest character. She was
studying German, with the delightful result
of reading â€œ Der Trompeter von Sikkingenâ€
_ with her uncle in the evening, when it was
not too beautiful out-of-doors. Then, in the
afternoon, she could with a clear conscience
take up some beloved romance, and be â€œ just
happy,â€ as she called it, till Mr. Montfort
returned in time for the walk or ride which
was the crowning pleasure of the day. And
so the days went by, in a golden peace which
seemed too pleasant to last; and yet there
seemed no reason why it should ever change.
The morning after the reading of the
letters, Margaret had been in the White
Rooms, arranging flowers in the vases, and
putting little loving touches to books and
cushions, as a tidy girl loves to do, whether
there is need or not. The windows were
open, and the orioles were singing in the
great elm-tree, and the laburnum was a bower
of gold. It seemed really too perfect a morn-
ing to spend in the house; Margaret thought
she would take her work out into the garden,
not this sunny green parlour, but the great
shady garden outside, where the box swept
above her head, and the whole air smelt of it,
and of moss and ferns and a hundred other
cool things. She passed out of the rooms,
and went along a passage, and as she went she ~
heard voices that came through an open door
at one side; clear, loud voices that she could
not have escaped if she would.
â€œThese table-napkins is scandalous!â€ said
Elizabeth. â€œIdo wish Miss Margaret would
get ls some new ones.â€
â€œWhy donâ€™t you ask her?â€ said Frances,
the cook, bringing her flat-iron down with a
thump. â€œThe table-cloths is most worn out,
too, this set. Ask her to see to some new
ones. Sheâ€™s young, you see, and she donâ€™t
â€œve been giving her one with holes in it,
right along this two weeks,â€™ said Elizabeth,
â€œhoping sheâ€™d notice, but she donâ€™t seem to.
28 MARGARET MONTFORT.
I thought itâ€™d be best if she found out herself
when things was needed.â€
â€œ Ah!â€ said Frances, â€œsheâ€™s a sweet young
lady, but she'll never make no housekeeper.
She hasnâ€™t so much as looked inside. one of
my closets since Misâ€™ Cheriton went.â€
â€œYou wouldnâ€™t be over and above pleased
if she looked much into your closets, Frances ;
â€˜L- know that!â€ .
â€œMaybe I wouldnâ€™t, and maybe I would;
but I'd like to have her know as there was no
need of her looking. Donâ€™t tell me, Hliza-
beth! So long as she could walk on her feet,
never a week but Misâ€™ Cheriton would look
in, and take a peep at every shelf. â€˜Just for
the pleasure of seeing perfection, Frances,â€™
sheâ€™d say, or something like that, her pretty
way. But if there had been anything but
perfection, â€™'d have heard from her pretty
â€œT think youre hard to please, I do
Elizabeth answered. â€œI think Miss Margaret
is as sweet a young lady as walks the earth ;
so thoughtful, and afraid of giving trouble,
and neat and tidy as a pin. I tell you, Mr.
Montfortâ€™s well off, and soâ€™s you and me,
Frances. Why, we might have had one of
them other young ladies, and then whereâ€™d
we have been?â€
â€œT donâ€™t know!â€ said Frances, significantly.
â€œNot here, thatâ€™s one sure thing.â€
- â€œOr Mr. Montfort might have married.
Fine man as he is, itâ€™s a wonder he never
â€œWm! heâ€™s no such fool! Not but what
thereâ€™s them would be glad enough â€”â€
But here Margaret, with burning cheeks,
fled back to the White Rooms. It could not
be helped ; she had to hear what they were
saying about herself ; she must not hear what
they said about her uncle.
She sat down on the little stool that had
always been her favourite seat, and leaned her
cheek against the great white chair, that
would always be empty now.
â€œJT wish you were here, Aunt Faith!â€ she
said, aloud. â€œI am very young, and very
ignorant. I wish you were here to tell me
what I should do.â€
At first the womenâ€™s talk seemed cruel to
30 MARGARET MONTFORT.
her. They had been here so long, they knew
the ways of the house so entirely, she had
never dreamed of advising them, any more
than of advising her uncle himself. Fran-
ces had been at Fernley twenty years,
Elizabeth, twenty-five. What could she tell
them? How could she possibly know about
the things that had been their care and
pride, year im and year out, since before
she was born? It seemed very strange,
very unkind, that they should expect her
to step in, with her youth and ignorance,
betweeht them and their experience. So she
thought, and thought, feeling hot, and sore,
and angry. She had never had any care of
housekeeping in her life. Old Katy, her
- nurse, who had taken her from her dying
motherâ€™s arms, had always done all that; â€”
Margaretâ€™s part was to see that her own
and her fatherâ€™s clothes were in_ perfect
order, to keep the rooms dusted, and ar-
range the books when she was allowed to
touch them, which was not often. As to
table-cloths, she had never thought of them
in her life; Katy saw to all that; and if she
had attempted to suggest ordering dinner,
Katy would have been apt to send her to
bed, Margaret thought. Poor, dear old
Katy! She was dead now, and Aunt Faith
was dead, and there was no one to stand
between Margaret and the cares that she
knew nothing about. Of course, Uncle John
must never know anything of it; he expected
perfection, and had always had it; he did not
care how it was brought about. Surely these
women were unkind and unreasonable! What
good could she possibly do by interfering?
They would not endure it if she really did
The white linen cover of the chair was
smooth and cool; Margaret pressed her cheek
against it, and a sense of comfort stole over
her insensibly. She began to turn the matter
over, and try to look at the other side of it.
There always was another side; her father had
taught her that when she was a little child.
Well, after all, had they really said anything
unkind? Francesâ€™s words came back to her,
â€œTd like to have her know as there was no
need of her looking.â€
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After all, was not that perfectly natural ?
Did not every one like to have good work
seen and recognised? Even Uncle John al-
ways called her to see when he had made a
particularly neat graft, and expected her
praise and wonderment, and was pleased
with it. And why did she show him her
buttonholes this morning, except that she
- knew they were good buttonholes, and wanted
the kindly word that she was sure of getting ?
Was the trouble with her, after all? Had
she failed to remember that Elizabeth and
Frances were human bemgs, not machines,
and that her uncle being what he was, she
herself was the only person to give them
a word of deserved praise or counsel.
â€œMy dear,â€ she said to herself, â€œI donâ€™t
want to be hasty n my judgments, but it .
rather looks as if you had been a careless,
selfish goose, doesnâ€™t it now?â€
She went up to her own room,â€”the garden
seemed too much of an indulgence just now,
â€”and sat down quietly with her work. Sew-
ing was always soothing to Margaret. She
was not fond of it; she would have read
twelve hours out of the twenty-four, if she
had been allowed to choose her own way
of life, and have walked or ridden four,
and slept six, and would never have thought
of any time being necessary for eating, till
she felt hungry. But she had been taught
to sew well and quickly, and she had always
made her own underclothes, and felled all the
seams, and a good many girls will know how
much that means. She sat sewing and think-
ing, planning all kinds of reforms and experi-
ments, when she heard Elizabeth stirrmg in
the room next hers. It was the linen room,
and Elizabeth was putting away clean clothes,
Margaret knew by the clank of the drawer-
handles. Now! this was the moment to
begin. She laid down her work, and went
into the linen room.
â€œMay I see you put them away, Eliza-
beth?â€ she asked. â€œI always like to see
your piles of towels, â€” they are so even and
Elizabeth looked up, and her face bright-
ened. â€œAnd welcome, Miss Margaret!â€ she
said. â€œTl be pleased enough. â€™Tis dreadful
34 MARGARET MONTFORT. â€”
lonesome, and Misâ€™ Cheriton gone. Not that
she could come up here, I donâ€™t mean; but I
always knew she was there, and she was like
a mother to me, and I could always go to her.
Yes, miss, the towels do look nice, and I love
to keep â€™em so.â€
â€œThey are beautiful!â€ said Margaret, with
genuine enthusiasm, for the shelves and
drawers were like those she had read about
in â€œSoll und Haben.â€ She had loved them
in the book, but never thought of looking at
them in reality. â€œOh, what lovely damask
this is, Elizabeth! It shines like silver! I
never saw such damask as this.â€
â€œTis something rare, miss, I do be told,â€
â€œMr. Montfort brought them towels back
from Germany, three years ago, because he
thought they would please his aunt, and they
did, dear lady. Hand spun and wove they
are, she said; and thereâ€™s only one place
where they make this weave and this pattern.
â€˜See, Miss Margaret! Â°â€™Tis roses, coming out
of a little loaf of bread like; and there was
a story about it, some saint, but I donâ€™t
rightly remember what. There! I have
tried to remember that â€˜story, ever since
Misâ€™ Cheriton went, but it seems I canâ€™t.â€
â€œOh, oh, it must be Saint Elizabeth of
Hungary!â€ cried Margaret, bending in de-
light over the smooth silvery stuff. â€œWhy,
how perfectly enchanting!â€
â€œYes, miss, thatâ€™s it!â€ cried Elizabeth,
beaming with pleasure. â€œSaint Elizabeth it
was; and maybe you'll know the story, Miss
Margaret. I never like to ask Mr. Montfort,
of course, but I should love dearly to hear it.â€
Margaret asked nothing better. She told
the lovely story as well as she knew how, and
before she had finished, Elizabethâ€™s eyes as
well as her own were full of tears. One of
Elizabethâ€™s tears even fell on the towel, and
she cried out in horror, and wiped it away as if
it had been a poison-spot, and laid the sacred
damask back in its place. Margaret felt the
moment given to her.
â€œ Elizabeth,â€ she said, â€œI want to ask you
something. I want to ask if you will help
me a little. Will you try?â€
Hilizabeth, surprised and pleased, vowed she
36 MARGARET MONTFORT.
would do all she could for Miss Margaret, in
any way in her power. | ,
â€œYou can do a great deal!â€ said Margaret.
â€œTâ€”TJ am very young, Elizabeth, and â€” and
you and Frances have been here a long time,
and of course you know all about the work of
the house, and I know nothing at all. And
yet â€” and yet, I ought to be helping, it seems
to me, and ought to be taking my place, and
my share in the work. Do you see what I
mean, Elizabeth? You and Frances could help
me, oh, so much, if you would; and perhaps
some day I might be able to help you too, â€”I
donâ€™t know just how, yet, but it might come.â€
â€œOh, miss, we will be so thankful!â€ cried
Elizabeth. â€œOh, miss, Frances and me, we'd
been wishing and longing to have you speak
up and take your place, if I may say so. We
didnâ€™t like to put ourselves forward, and weâ€™ve
no orders from Mr. Montfort, except to do
whatever you said; and so, when you'll say
anything, Miss Margaret, we feel ever and
ever so much better, Frances and me. And
Pll be pleased to go all over the work with
_ you, Miss Margaret, this very day, and show
~ you just how Iâ€™ve always done it, and I think
Mr. Montfort has been satisfied, and Misâ€™
Cheriton was, Lord rest her! and you so
young, and with so much else to do, as I said
time and again to Frances, reading with Mr.
Montfort and riding with him, and taking
such an interest in the roses, as his own
daughter couldnâ€™t make him happier if he
had one. And of course itâ€™s nature that you
havenâ€™t had no time yet to take much notice,
but it makes it twice as easy for servants,
Miss Margaret, where an interest is took; and
Iâ€™m thankful to you, â€™m sure, and so will
Frances be, and you'll find her closets a
pleasure to look at.â€ .
Elizabeth stopped to draw breath, and
Margaret looked at her in wonder and self-
reproach. â€˜The grave, staid woman was all
alight with pleasure and the prospect of sym-
pathy. It came over Margaret that, comfort-
able and homelike as their life at Fernley was,
it was not perhaps exactly thrilling.
â€œWe will be friends, Elizabeth!â€ she said,
simply; and the two shook hands, with an
earnestness that meant something. â€œAnd
38 MARGARET MONTFORT.
you are to come to me, please, whenever there
is anything that needs attention, Elizabeth,
and I will do my best, and ask your advice
â€˜about anything I donâ€™t understand. Donâ€™t â€”
donâ€™t weâ€”need some new napkins, Hliza-
Elizabeth was eloquent as to their need of
napkins. In a couple of washes more, there
would be nothing but holes left to wipe their
â€œThen Ill order some this very day,â€ said
Margaret. â€œOr better still, Pl go to town
with Uncle John to-morrow, and get them my-
self. And now, Elizabeth, I am going down
to see Frances, andâ€”and perhapsâ€”do you
think she would like it if I ordered dinner,
â€œ Miss Margaret, sheâ€™d be pleased to death !â€
Returning from the kitchen an hour later, a
sadder and a wiser girl (for Francesâ€™s perfec-
tion seemed unattainable by ordinary mortals,
even with the aid of Sapolio), Margaret heard
the sound of wheels on the gravel outside.
Glancing through the window of the long
passage through which she was going, she
saw, to her amazement, a carriage standing at
the door, a carriage that had evidently come
some way, for it was covered with-dust. The
driver was taking down a couple of trunks,
and beside the carriage stood a lady, with her
purse in her hand. ;
â€œT shall give you two dollars!â€ the lady
was saying, in a thin, sharp voice. â€œI con-
sider that ample for the distance you have
â€œT told the gentleman it would be three
dollars, mum!â€ said the man, civilly, touch-
ing his hat. â€œThree dollars is the regular
price, with one trunk, and these trunks is
mortal heavy. The gentleman said as it
would be all right, mum.â€
â€œThe gentleman knew nothing whatever
about it,â€ said the sharp-voiced lady. â€œI
shall give you two dollars, and not a penny
more. I have always paid â€˜two dollars to
drive to Fernley, and I have no idea of being
cheated now, I assure you.â€
The man was still grumbling, when Eliz-
abeth opened the door. She looked grave,
40 MARGARET MONTFORT.
but greeted the newcomer with a respectful
â€œOh, how do you do, Elizabeth!â€ said the
strange lady. â€œHow is Mr. Montfort?â€
â€œMr. Montfort is very well, thank you,â€™
mum!â€ said Elizabeth. â€œHe is im town,
mum. He'll hardly be back before evening.
Would you like to see Miss Montfort ?â€
â€œ Miss Montfort? Oh, the little girl who is
staying here. You neednâ€™t trouble to call her
just now, Elizabeth. Send for Willis, will
you, and have him take my trunks in; I have
come to stay. He may put them in the
White Rooms.â€ ;
â€œTâ€”TI beg pardon, mum!â€â€™: faltered Hliza-
beth. â€œIn the Blue Room, did you say?
The Blue Room has been new done over,
and that is where we have put visitors
â€œNothing of the sort!â€ said the lady,
sharply. â€œI said the White Rooms; Mrs.
Margaret stayed to hear no more. A
stranger in the White Rooms! Aunt Faithâ€™s
rooms, which she could not bear to occupy
herself, though her uncle had urged her to do
so? And such a stranger as this, with such
a voice, â€” and such a nose! Never! never,
while there was breath to pant with, while
' there were feet to run with !
Never but once in her life had Margaret
Montfort run as she did now; that once was
when she flew up the secret staircase to save
her cousin from burning. In a flash she was
in her own room â€” what had been her room!
â€” gathering things frantically in her arms,
snatching books from the table, dresses from
the closets. Down the back stairs she ran
like a whirlwind; down, and up, and down
again. Had the girl gone suddenly mad?
Ten minutes later, when Elizabeth, her eyes
smarting with angry tears, opened the door
of the White Parlour, â€” Willis the choreman
behind her, grunting and growling, with a
trunk on his shoulder, â€” a young lady was sit-
â€˜ting in the great white armchair, quietly read-
ing. The young ladyâ€™s cheeks were crimson, her
eyes were sparkling, and her breath came in
short, quick gasps, which showed that what she
was reading must be very exciting ; what made
42 MARGARET MONTFORT.
it the more curious was that the book was
upside down. But she was entirely com-
posed, and evidently surprised at the sudden
â€œ What is it, Elizabeth?â€ asked Margaret,
â€œJâ€”Iâ€”lI beg your pardon, Miss Mont-
fort!â€ said Elizabeth, whose eyes were begin-
ning to brighten, too, and her lips to twitch
dangerously. â€œIâ€”I didnâ€™t know, miss, as
you hadâ€”moved in yet. Here is Miss
Sophronia Montfort, miss, as perhaps you
would like to see her.â€
The strange lady was already glaring over
Willisâ€™s shoulder. .
â€œ What is this?â€ she said. â€œ What does
this mean? These rooms are not occupied; I
was positively told they were not occupied.
There must be some mistake. Willisâ€”â€
â€œYes, there is a mistake!â€ said Margaret,
coming forward, and holding out her hand
with a smile. â€œIs this Cousin Sophronia? I
am Margaret, Cousin Sophronia. Uncle John
asked me to take these rooms, and Iâ€”I feel
quite at home in them already. Would you
like the Pink, or the Blue Room? They are
both ready, arenâ€™t they, Elizabeth ?â€
â€œYes, Miss Montfort,â€™ said Elizabeth,
The strange ladyâ€™s eyes glared wider and.
wider ; her chest heaved ; she seemed about to
break out in a torrent of angry speech; but
making a visible effort, she controlled her-
self. â€œ How do you do, my â€”my dear?â€ she
said, taking Margaretâ€™s offered hand, and
giving it a little pmch with the tips of her
fingers. â€œJIâ€”a little misunderstanding, no
doubt. Willis, â€”the Blue Room,â€”for the
present!â€ But Willis was suffermg from a
sudden and violent fit of coughing, which â€”
shook his whole frame, and made it necessary
for him to rest his trunk against the wall and
lean against it, with his head down; so that
it was fully five minutes before Miss Sophronia Â°
Montfortâ€™s trunk got up to the Blue Room.
Wuen Mr. Montfort came home that after-
noon, Margaret was waiting for him, as usual,
on the verandah; as usual, for she was deter-
mined to keep the worry out of her face and
out of her voice. But as her uncle came up
the steps, with his cheery â€œ Well! and howâ€™s
my lassie?â€ he was confronted by Miss
Sophronia Montfort, who, passing Margaret
swiftly, advanced with. both hands held out,
and a beaming smile.
â€œMy dearest John! my poor, dear fellow!
Confess that I have surprised you. Confess
it, John! â€” you did not expect to see me.â€
â€œSophronia!â€ exclaimed Mr. Montfort. He
stood still and contemplated the visitor for a
moment; then he shook hands with her,
â€œYou certainly have surprised me, Sophro-
THE UNEXPECTED. 45
- nia!â€ he said, kindly enough. â€œWhat wind
has blown you in this direction ?â€
â€œThe wind of affection, my dear boy
cried the strange lady. â€œIhave been planning
it, ever since I heard of Aunt Faithâ€™s death.
Dearest Aunt Faith! What a loss, John! what
an irreparable loss! I shall never recover from
the shock. The moment I heard of it, I said
â€” William would tell you, if he were here â€”
I said, â€˜I must go to John! He will need me
now, I said, â€˜and go I must.â€™ I explained to
William that Ifelt it as a solemn duty. He
took it beautifully, poor, dear fellow. I donâ€™t
know how they will get on without me, for
his wife is sadly heedless, John, and the chil-
dren need a steady hand, they do indeed. But
he did not try to keep me back; indeed, he
urged me to come, which showed such a
beautiful spirit, didnâ€™t it? And so here I am,
my dearest boy, come to take Aunt Faithâ€™s
place, and make a home for you, my poor
lonely cousin. You know I have always
loved you as a sister, John, and you must con-
sider me a real sister now; sister Sophronia,
46 MARGARET MONTFORT.
The lady paused for breath, and gazed
tenderly on Mr. Montfort; that gentleman
returned her gaze with one of steady gravity.
â€œT shall be glad to have a visit from you,
Sophronia,â€ he said. â€œTI have no doubt we
can make you comfortable for a few weeks;
I can hardly suppose that William can spare
you longer than that. We have no children
here to need your â€” your ministrations.â€
The lady shook her head playfully; she had .
thin curls of a grayish yellow, which almost
rattled when she shook her head.
â€œ Always self-denying, John!â€ she cried.
â€œThe same unselfish, good, sterling fellow!
But I understand, my friend; I know how it
really is, and I shall do my duty, and stand
by you; depend upon that! And this dear
child, too!â€ she added, turning to Margaret
and taking her hand affectionately. â€œSo
young, so unexperienced! and to be attempt-
ing the care of a house like Fernley! How
could you think of it, John? But we will
make that all right. I shall beâ€”we can
hardly say a mother, can we, my dear? but
an elder sister, to you, too. Oh, we shall be
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very happy, I am sure. The drawing-room
carpets are looking very shabby, John. I am
ready to go over the dear old house from top
to bottom, and make it over new; of. course
you did not feel like making any changes
while dear Aunt Faith was with you. Sucha
mistake, I always say, to shake the aged out
of their ruts. Yes! so wise of you! and who
is in the neighbourhood, John ?â€â€™
â€œJT hardly know,â€ said Mr. Montfort. â€œYou
know I live rather a hermit life, Sophronia.
Mrs. Peyton is here; I believe you are fond of
â€œSweet Emily Peyton!â€ exclaimed Miss
Sophronia, with enthusiasm. â€œIs that ex-
quisite creature here? That will indeed be a
pleasure. Ah, John, she should never have
been Emily Peyton; you know my opinion on
that point.â€ She nodded her head several
times, with an air of mysterious understand-
ing. â€œAnd widowed, after all, and once
more alone in the world. How does she bear
her sorrow, John?â€ .
â€œT have not seen her,â€ said Mr. Montfort,
rather shortly. â€œFrom what I hear, she
48 MARGARET MONTFORT.
seems to bear it with considerable fortitude.
Perhaps you forget that it is fully ten years
since Mr. Peyton died, Sophronia. But Mar-
garet here can tell you more than I can about
Mrs. Peyton; she goes to-see her now and
then. Mrs. Peyton is something of an invalid,
and likes to have her come.â€
â€œIndeed!â€ cried Miss Sophronia. â€œTI should
hardly have fancied â€” Emily Peyton was al-
ways so mature in her thought, so critical in
her observations ; but no doubt she is lonely,
and glad of any society; and sweet Margaret
is most sympathetic, I am sure. Sympathy,
my dear John! how could we live without
it, my poor dear fellow ?â€
â€œJT am going to walk,â€ said Mr. Montfort,
abruptly. â€œMargaret, will you come? So-
phronia, you will be glad of a chance to rest;
you must be tired after your long drive.â€
â€œThis once, yes, dearest John!â€ said the
lady. â€œThis once you must go without me.
I am tired, â€”so thoughtful of you to notice
it! There is no sofa in the Blue Room, but I
shall do very well there for a few days.
Donâ€™t have me on your mind in the least,
THE UNEXPECTED. 49
-my dear cousin; I shall soon be absolutely at
home. Enjoy your walk, both of you! After
to-day, I shall always be with you, I hope. I
-ordered tea an hour earlier, as I dined early,
and I knew you would not mind. Good-bye!â€
and the lady nodded, and smiled herself into
Margaret went for her hat in silence, and Â©
in silence she and her uncle walked along.
Mr. Montfort was smoking, not in his usual
calm and dignified manner, but im _ short,
fierce puffs ; smoking fast and violently. Mar-
garet did not dare to speak, and they walked
a mile or more without exchanging a word.
â€œ Margaret,â€ said her uncle, at last.
â€œYes, Uncle John.â€
â€œNot in the least, my dear!â€
â€œNo, Uncle John.â€
They walked another mile, and presently
stopped at the top of a breezy hill, to draw
breath, and look about them. The sun was
going down in a cheerful -blaze; the whole
country smiled, and was glad of its own
beauty. Mr. Montfort gazed about him, and
heaved a long sigh of content.
50 ' MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œPretty! pretty country!â€ he said.
â€œSpreading fields, quiet woods, sky over
all, undisturbed. Yes! you are very silent,
my dear. Have I been silent, too, or have
I been talking?â€
â€œWhat a curious question!â€ thought Mar-
â€œ Youâ€” you have not said much, Uncle
John,â€ she replied. .
â€œWell, my love, that may be because there
isnâ€™t much to say. Some situations, Mar-
garet, are best met in silence.â€
Margaret nodded. She knew her uncleâ€™s
_ways pretty well by this time.
â€œAnd yet,â€ continued Mr. Montfort, â€œit
may be well to have just a word of under-
standing with you, my dear child. Sophronia
Montfort-is my own.cousin, my first cousin.â€
â€œYes, Uncle J ohn,â€ said Margaret, as he
seemed to pause for a reply.
â€œRi tumpty, â€” that i is to say, there is no
gainsaying that*fact,â€” my own cousin. And
by natural consequence, Margaret, the own
cousin of your father, and by further con-
sequence, your first cousin once removed. It
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isâ€”aâ€”it is many years since she has been
at Fernley; we must try to make her com-
fortable during the time â€”the short time â€”
she is with us. You have put her in the Blue
Room; that is comfortable, is it, and properly
fitted up,â€”all the modern inconveniences
and abominations, eh?â€
Mr. Montfortâ€™s own room had a bare floor,
a bed, a table, a chest of drawers, and a
pitcher and basin and bath that might have
been made for Cormoran or Blunderbore,
whichever was the bigger.
â€œ Kverything, I think, uncle,â€ faltered Mar-
garet, turning crimson, and beginning to
tremble. â€œOh! Oh, Uncle John! I have
something to tell you. Iâ€”I- donâ€™t know -
how to tell you.â€ 2 a
â€œDonâ€™t try, then, my dear,â€ saidâ€™ Uncle
John, in his own kind â€” Bo: ec oeD it
isnâ€™t necessary.â€ me
â€œOh, yes, it is necessary. I shall have no |
peace till I do, uncle, â€” you remember you
asked me to take the White Rooms; you .
surely asked me, didnâ€™t you?â€
â€œSurely, my child,â€™ said Mr. Montfort,
52 MARGARET MONTFORT.
wondering much. â€œBut I wished you to do
as you pleased, you know.â€
â€œYes! Oh, uncle, that was it! When
Cousin Sophronia came, she â€”she told Eliza-
beth to have her trunks carried into the
â€œSo!â€ said Mr. Montfort.
â€œYes, uncle! I was in the passage, and
heard her give the order, and Iâ€”TI could
not bear it, Uncle John, I could not, indeed.
I flew up-stairs, and brought down some of
my things, â€” all I could carry in two trips,
â€” and, when they came in with the trunk,
Iâ€”I was sitting there, and â€”and-wondering -
why they came into my room. Uncle John,
do you see? Was it very, very wicked?â€
For all reply, Mr. Montfort went off into a
fit of laughter so prolonged and violent, that
Margaret, who at first tried to join in timidly,
became alarmed for him. â€œHo! ho! ho!â€
he laughed, throwing his head back, and
expanding his broad chest. â€œHa! ha! ha!
so youâ€”ho! ho!â€”you got in first, little
miss! Why wasnâ€™t I there to see? Oh, why
wasnâ€™t I there? I would give a farm, a good
THE UNEXPECTED. 53
farm, to have seen Sophroniaâ€™s face. Tell me
about it again, Margaret. Tell me slowly, so
that I may see it all. You have a knack of
description, I know; show me the scene.â€
_ Slowly, half frightened, and wholly relieved,
Margaret went through the matter from be-
ginning to end, making as light as she could
of her own triumph, of which she really felt
ashamed, pleased as she was to have achieved
it. When she had finished, her uncle sat
down under a tree, and laughed again; not
so violently, but with a hearty enjoyment
that took in every detail.
â€œAnd Willis had a fit of coughing!â€ he
exclaimed, when Margaret had come to the
last word. â€œ Poor Willis! Willis must see a
doctor at once. Consumptive, no doubt; and
concealed under such a deceptive appearance
of brawn! Ho! Margaret, my dear, I feel
better, much better. You have cleared the
air for me, my child.â€
â€œ Youâ€”are not angry, then, Uncle John?
You donâ€™t think I ought to have put Cousin
Sophronia in the rooms?â€
â€œMy love, they should have been burned
54 MARGARET MONTFORT.
to the ground sooner. There was only one
person in the world whom your Aunt Faith
could not endure, and that person was So-
phronia Montfort. You did perfectly right,
Margaret; more right than you knew. If she
had got into the White Rooms, I should have
been under the necessity of taking her forcibly
out of them (nothing short of force could have
done it), and that would have created an un-
pleasantness, you see. Yes! Thank you, my
dear little girl! I feel quite myself again.
We shall worry through, somehow; but re-
member, Margaret, that you are the mistress
of Fernley, and, if you have any trouble,
come to me. And now, my love, we must
go home to tea!â€
When the gong rang for tea, Mennanet and
her uncle entered the dining-room together â€”
to find Cousin Sophronia already seated at
the head of the table, rattling the teacups
â€œWell, my dears!â€ she cried, in prea
tones. â€œYou walked further than you in-
- tended, did you not? I should not have
sat down without you, but I was simply
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famished. I always think punctuality such
an important factor in the economy of life.
It is high time you had some steady head to
look after you, John!â€ and she shook her
head in affectionate playfulness. â€œSit down,
Mr. Montfort did not sit down.
â€œTam sorry you were hungry, Sophronia,â€
he said, kindly. â€œI cannot think of letting
you wait to pour tea for me, my dear cousin.
Margaret does that always; you are to sit
here by me, and begin at once upon your
own supper. Allow me!â€
Margaret hardly knew how it was done.
There was a bow, a courtly wave of the
hand, a movement of chairs; and her own
place was vacant, and Cousin Sophronia was
sitting at the side place, very red in the face,
her eyes snapping out little green lights; and
Uncle John was bending over her with cor-_
dial kindness, pushing her chair in a little
further, and lifting the train of her dress
out of the way. With downcast eyes, Mar-
garet took her place, and poured the tea in
silence. She felt as if a weight were on her
66 MARGARET MONTFORT.
eyelids; she could not lift her eyes; she
could not speak, and yet she must. She
shook herself, and made a great effort.
â€œHow do you like your tea, Cousin So-
phronia?â€ she asked, in a voice that tried
to sound cheerful and unconcerned. And,
when she had spoken, she managed, with
another effort, to look up. Cousin Sophronia
was smiling and composed, and met her timid
glance with an affectionate nod.
â€œWeak, my dear, if you please, â€” weak,
with cream and sugar. Yes,â€”that will be ex-
cellent, I have no doubt. I have to be a little
exact about my tea, my nerves bemg what
they are. The nights I have, if my tea is not
precisely the right shade! It seems absurd,
but life is made up of little things, my dear
John. And very right and wise, to have the
dear child learn to do these things, and prac-
tise on us, even if it is a little trying at
first. Is that the beef tea, Elizabeth? Thank
you. I told Frances to make me some beef
tea, John; I knew hers could be depended
on, though I suppose she has grown rusty in
a good many ways, with this hermit life of
THE UNEXPECTED. 57
yours, â€”so bad for a cook, I always think.
Yes, this is fair, but not quite what I should
have expected from Frances. I must see her
in the morning, and give her a good rousing ;
we all need a good rousing once in awhile.
Frances and I have always been the best of
friends; we shall get on perfectly, I have no
doubt. Ah! The old silver looks well, John.
Where did that sugar-bowl come from? Is it
Montfort, or Paston? Paston, I fancy! The
Montfort silver is heavier, eh?â€
â€œPossibly!â€ said Mr. Montfort. â€œThat
sugar-bowl is neither one nor the other, how-
ever. It is Dutch.â€
â€œReally!. Vanderdecken? I didnâ€™t know
you had any Vanderdecken silver, John.
Grandmother Vanderdecken left all her sil-
ver, I thought, to our branch. Such a. mis-
take, I always think, to scatter family silver.
Let each branch have ail that belongs to it, I
always say. I feel very strongly about it.â€
_ â€œThis is not Vanderdecken,â€ said Mr.
Montfort, patiently. â€œI bought it in Amster-
â€œOh! in Amsterdam! indeed! boughten
58 MARGARET MONTFORT.
silver never appeals to me. And speaking of
silver, I have wished for years that I could
find a trace of the old Vanderdecken por-
ringer. You remember it, surely, John, at
Grandmother Vanderdeckenâ€™s? She had her
plum porridge in it every night, and I used to
play with the cow on the cover. I have
tried and tried to trace it, but have never
succeeded. Stolen, I fear, by some dishonest
â€œT beg your pardon, Cousin Sophronia,â€
said Margaret, blushing. â€œI have the old
Vanderdecken porringer, if it is the one with
the cow on the cover.â€
â€œ You!â€ cried Miss Sophronia, opening her
eyes to their fullest extent.
â€œYes,â€ Margaret replied. â€œThere it is, on
the sideboard. I have eaten bread and milk
out of it ever smce I can remember, and I
still use it at breakfast.â€
Speechless for the moment, Miss Sophronia
made an imperious sign to Elizabeth, who
brought her the beautiful old dish, not with-
out a glance of conscious pride at the wonder-
ful blue polish on it. There was no piece of
THE UNEXPECTED. 59
plate in the house that took so perfect a
polish as this.
Miss Sophronia turned it over and over.
Her eyes were very green. â€œ Margaret
Bleecker. On the occasion of her christen-
ing, from her godmother,â€ she read. â€œ Yes,
this is certainly the Vanderdecken porringer.
And may I ask how you came by it, my
â€œCertainly, Cousin Sophronia. Aunt Eliza
Vanderdecken gave it to me at my christen-
ing; she was my godmother, you see.â€
â€œA most extraordinary thing for Eliza
Vanderdecken to do!â€ cried the lady. â€œ Eliza
Vanderdecken knew, of course, that she was
meant to have but a life-interest in the per-
sonal property, as she never married, I can-
not understand Hlizaâ€™s doing such a thing. I
have longed all my life for this porringer ;
I have associations with it, you see, lifelong
associations. I remember my Grandmother
Vanderdecken distinctly ; you never saw her,
of course, as she died years before you were.
â€œ Yes,â€ said Margaret, gently, but not
60 MARGARET MONTFORT.
without intention. â€œ And I, Cousin Sophro-
nia, associate it with Aunt Eliza, whom I
remember distinctly, and who was my god-
mother, and very kind to me. I value this
porringer more than almost any of my posses-
sions. Thank you, Elizabeth; if you would
put it back, please. Will you have some more
tea, Cousin Sophronia ?â€
â€œLet me give you another bit of chicken,
Sophronia!â€ said Mr. Montfort, heartily.
â€œT think we have had enough about porrin-
gers, havenâ€™t we? There are six or seven, I
believe, in the strong closet. One of â€™em was
Adamâ€™s, Iâ€™ve always been told. A little gravy,
Sophronia? You're eating nothing.â€
â€œT have no appetite!â€ said Miss Sophronia.
â€œYou know I only eat to support life, John.
A side-bone, then, if you insist, and a tiny bit
of the breast. William always says, â€˜ You
must live,â€™ and I suppose I must. Cranberry
sauce! Thank you! I am really too exhausted
â€˜to enjoy a morsel, but I will make an effort.
We can do what we try to do, I always say.
Thank you, dearest John. I dare say I shall
be better to-morrow.â€
THE TRIALS OF MARGARET.
MARGARET woke early the next morning,
and lay wondering where she was. Her eyes
were used to opening on rose-flowered walls
and mahogany bed-posts. Here all was soft
and white, no spot of colour anywhere. She
came to herself with a start, and yesterday
with its happenings came back to her. She
sighed, and a little worried wrinkle came on
her smooth forehead. What a change, in a few
short hours! Was all their peaceful, dreamy
life over, the life that suited both her and her
uncle so absolutely ? They had been so happy!
Was it over indeed? It seemed at first as if
she could not get up and face the cares of the
day, under the new conditions. Indolent by
nature, Margaret dreaded change, and above
change unpleasantness; it seemed as if she
might have plenty of both. She rose and
62 MARGARET MONTFORT.
dressed in a despondent mood; but when her
hair was pinned up and her collar straight,
she took herself to task. â€œI give you three
minutes!â€ she said, looking at herself in the
glass. â€œIf you canâ€™t look cheerful by that
time, you can go to bed again.â€
The threat, or something else, carried the
point, for it was an entirely cheerful young
woman who came into the library, with a rose
for Uncle Johnâ€™s buttonhole. Miss Montfort
was already there, and: responded with sad
sprightliness to Margaretâ€™s greeting. â€œThank
you, my dear! I was just telling your uncle,
it is a mere matter of form to ask if I have
slept. I seldom sleep, especially if I am
up-stairs. The servants over my head, it may
be, â€”or if not that, I have the feeling of in-
security, â€” stairs, you understand, in case of
fire. Dear William had my rooms fitted up
on the ground floor. â€˜Sophronia,â€™ he said,
â€˜you must sleep!â€™ I suppose it is necessary,
but I am so used to lying awake. Such
frightful noises in the walls, my dear John!
Rats, I suppose? Has the wainscoting been
examined lately, in the room you have put
S AFTERWARDS SHE SALLIED OUT INTO THE GARDEN.
THE TRIALS OF MARGARET. 63
mein? Not that it matters in the least; I
am the person in the world most easily suited,
I suppose. A cot, a corner, a crust, as Wil
liam says, and I am satisfied.â€ â€”
It took several crusts to satisfy Miss
Sophronia at breakfast. Afterwards she sal- Â©
lied out into the garden, where Mr. Montfort
was enjoying his morning cigar, with Margaret. â€”
at his side. â€œYou dear child,â€ said the
sprightly lady, â€œrun now and amuse yourself,
or attend to any little duties you may have
set yourself. So important, I always say, for-
the young to be regular in everything they
do. I am sure you agree with me, dearest
John. I will be your uncleâ€™s companion, my
love; that is my duty and my pleasure now.
I must see your roses, John! No one. in the
world loves roses as I do. -What do you use
for them? I have a recipe for an infallible
wash ; I must give it to you, I must indeed.â€
Margaret went into the house; there was
- no place for her, for the lady was leaning on Â»
Mr. Montfortâ€™s arm, chattering gaily in his
ear. Margaret was conscious of an unpleas-
ant sensation which was entirely new to her.
64 MARGARET MONTFORT.
She had always been with people she liked.
Rita had often distressed her, but still she
was most lovable, with all her faults. Cousin
Sophronia wasâ€” not â€” lovable, the girl said
It was a relief to visit the kitchen, and
find Frances beaming over her bread-pan.
The good woman hailed Margaret with de-
light, and received her timid suggestions as
to dinner with enthusiasm.
â€œ Yes, Miss Margaret, I do think as a chick-
en-pie would be the very thing. [ve a couple
of fowl in the house now, and what would
~ you think of putting in a bit of ham, miss?â€
â€œOh!â€ said Margaret. â€œIs that what you
usually do, Frances? Then I am sure it will
be just right. And about a pudding; what
do you think, Frances? You know so many
kinds of puddings, and they are all so good!â€
Well,.Frances had been thinking that if Miss
â€œMargaret should fancy apple-fritters, Mr. Mont-
fort was fond of them, and they had not had
them this month. And lemon-juice with them,
or a little sugar and wine; which did Miss
Margaret think would be best? â€˜This was a
THE TRIALS OF MARGARET. 65
delightful way of keeping house; and after
praising the bread, which was rising white
and light in the great pan, and poking the
bubbles with her little finger, and begging
that she might be allowed to mix it some day
soon, Margaret went back in a better humour
to the White Rooms, and sat down resolutely
to her buttonholes. â€˜ There would be no walk
this morning, evidently ; well, when she had
done her hourâ€™s stint, she would go for a little
stroll by herself. After all, perhaps Uncle
John would, when the strangeness had worn
off a little, enjoy having some one of: his
own age to talk to; of course she. was very
young, too young to be much of a companion.
Well, she would be cheerful: and patients
and try to make things pleasant so far as she
could. And now she could only go and wish.
Uncle John good-bye when he started for
town, and perhaps walk to the station. with
him, if he was going to walk.
While she sat sewing, glancing at the clock |
â€˜from time to time, Cousin Sophronia came in,
- work-bag in hand. |
66 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œHe is gone!â€ she said, cheerfully. â€œI
saw him off at the gate. Dearest John! Hx-
cellent, sterling John Montfort! Such a
pleasure to be with him! Such a joy to feel
that I can make a home for him!â€
â€œGone!â€ echoed Margaret, looking up in
dismay. â€œWhy, surely it is not train time!â€
â€œAn early train, my love,â€™ the lady ex-
â€˜plained. â€œYour dear uncle felt obliged to
start an hour earlier than usual, he explained
to me. These busy men! And how are you
occupying yourself, my dear? Ah! button-
holes? Most necessary! But, my love, you
are working these the wrong way!â€
â€œNo, I think not,â€ said Margaret. â€œThis
is the way I have always made them, Cousin
â€œWrong, my dear! Quite wrong, I assure
you. Impossible to get a smooth edge if you
work them that way. Let meâ€”hâ€™m! yes!
that is fairly even, I confess; but the other
way is the correct one, you must take my
- word for it; and I will show you how, with
pleasure. So important, I always say, to do
things just as they should be done!â€
THE TRIALS OF MARGARET. 67
In vain Margaret protested that she under-
stood. the other way, but preferred this. She
finally, for quietâ€™s sake, yielded, and pricked
her fingers, and made herself hot and cross,
working the wrong way.
Miss Sophronia next began to cross-question
her about Mrs. Cheritonâ€™s last days. Such a
saintly woman! Austere, some thought; per-
haps not always charitable â€”
â€œOh!â€ cried Margaret, indignant. â€œCousin
Sophronia, you cannot have known Aunt Faith
at all. She was the very soul of charity; and
as for being austereâ€”but it is evident you
did not know her.â€ She tried to keep down
her rising temper, with thoughts of the sweet,
serene eyes that had never met hers without a
look of love.
â€œJT knew her before you were born, my
dear!â€ said Miss Sophronia, with a slightly
acid smile. â€œOh, yes, I was intimately ac-
quainted with dear Aunt Faith. I have never
thought it right to be blind to peopleâ€™s little
failings, no matter how much we love them.
â€˜I always tell my brother William, â€˜ William,
do not ask me to be blind! Ask me, expect
68 MARGARET MONTFORT.
me, to be indulgent, to be devoted, to be self-
sacrificing, â€” but not blind; blindness is con-
trary to my nature, and you must not expect
it. Yes! Andâ€”what was done with the
clothes, my dear?â€
â€œThe clothes?â€ echoed Margaret. â€œ Aunt
Faithâ€™s clothes, do you mean, Cousin So-
â€œNo. I meant the Montfort clothes; the
heirlooms, my dear. But perhaps you never
â€œOh, yes, I have seen them often,â€ said
Margaret. â€œThey are in the cedar chest,
Cousin Sophronia, where they have always
been. It is m the deep closet there,â€ she
nodded towards an alcove at the other end of
Miss Sophronia rose with alacrity. â€œAh!
I think I will look them over. Very valu-
able, some of those clothes are; quite unsuit-
able, I have thought for some years, to have
them under the charge of an aged person,
who could not in the course of nature be
expected to see to them properly. I fear I
shall find them in a sad condition.â€
THE TRIALS OF MARGARET. 69
Her hand was already on the door, when
Margaret was able to speak. â€œ Excuse me,
Cousin Sophronia; the chest is locked.â€™ â€™
â€œVery proper! Entirely proper!â€ cried the
lady. â€œAnd you have the key? That will not .
do, will it, my love? Too heavy for these dear
young shoulders, such a weight of responsibil-
ity! Iwill take entire charge of this; not a
word! It will be a pleasure! Where is the
._key, did you say, love?â€
â€œUncle John has the key!â€ said Margaret,
quietly ; and blamed herself severely for the
pleasure she felt in saying it.
â€œOh!â€ Miss Montfort paused, her hand on
the door ; for a moment she seemed at a loss;
but she went on again.
â€œRight, Margaret! Very right, my love!
You felt yourself, or your uncle felt for you,
the unfitness of your having charge of such
valuables. Ahem! Iâ€”no doubt dear John
will give me the key, as soon as I mention it.
Iâ€”TI shall not speak of it at once; there is -
no hurry â€”except for the danger of moth.
_ An old house like Fernley is always riddled
with moth. I fear the clothes must be quite
70 MARGARET MONTFORT.
eaten away with them. Such a sad pity! The
accumulation of generations!â€
Margaret hastened to assure her that the
clothes were looked over regularly once a
month, and that no sign of moths had ever
been found in them. Miss Sophronia sighed
and shook her head, and crocheted for some
minutes in silence; she was making a brown
- and yellow shoulder-shawl. Margaret thought
she had never seen a shawl so ugly.
â€œHas Cousin William Montfort any daugh-
ters?â€ she asked, presently, thinking it her
turn to bear some of the burden of entertain-
â€œFour, my dear!â€ was the prompt reply.
â€œSweet girls! young, heedless, perhaps not
always considerate; but the sweetest girls
in the world. Amelia is just your age;
what a companion she would be for you!
Dear Margaret! I must write to William, I
positively must, and suggest his asking you
for a good long visit. Such a pleasure for
you and for Amelia! Not a word, my dear! I
shall consider it a duty, a positive duty!
Amelia is thought to resemble me in many
THE TRIALS OF MARGARET. 71
ways; she is the image of what I was at her
age. Jam forming her; her mother is some-
thing of an invalid, as I think I have told you.
The older girls are away from home just now,
â€”they make a good many visits; I am
always there, and they feel that they can go.
If they were at home, I should beg dear John
Montfort to vite Amelia here; such a pleas-
ure for him, to have young life in the house.
-But as it is, Wiliam must ask you. Consider
it settled, my love. Aâ€” what was done with
Aunt Faithâ€™s jewels, my dear? She had some
fine pearls, [remember. Vanderdecken pearls
they were originally ; I should hardly suppose
Aunt Faith would have felt that she had more
than a life interest in them. And the great
amethyst necklace ; did she ever show you her
jewels, my love?â€
Margaret blushed, and braced herself to
meet the shock. â€œI have them, Cousin
Sophronia!â€ she said, meekly. â€œAunt Faith
wanted me to have all her jewels, and she
gave them to me beforeâ€”before she died.â€
Her voice failed, and the tears rushed to her
eyes. She was thinking of the frail, white-
72 MARGARET MONTFORT.
clad figure bending over the ancient jewel-box,
and taking out the pearls. She heard the soft
voice saying,â€œ Your great-grandmotherâ€™s pearls,
my Margaret; they are yours now. Wear
them for me, and let me have the pleasure of
seeing them on your neck. You are my
pearl, Margaret; the only pearl I care for
now.â€ Dear, dearest Aunt Faith. Why was
she not here?
Before Miss Sophronia could recover her
power of speech, a knock came at the door.
â€œT beg your pardon, Miss Margaret!â€ said
Elizabeth, putting her head in, in answer to
Margaretâ€™s â€œCome in!â€ â€œThe butcher is
here, miss, and Frances thought perhaps,
would you come out and see him, miss?â€
â€œCertainly!â€ said Margaret, rising; but
Miss Sophronia was too quick for her. ;
â€œTn a moment!â€ she cried, cheerfully.
â€œTell Frances I will be there in a moment,
Elizabeth! Altogether too much for you, dear
Margaret, to have so much care. J cannot
have too much care! It is what I live for;
give the household matters no further thought,
I beg of you. You might be setting your
THE TRIALS OF MARGARET. 73
bureau drawers in order, if you like, while I
am seeing the butcher; I always look over
Ameliaâ€™s drawers once a week â€”â€
She glided away, leaving Margaret white
with anger. How was she to endure this?
She was nearly eighteen; she had taken care
of herself ever since she was seven, and had
attained, or so she fancied, perfection, in the ~
matter of bureau-drawers, at the age of twelve.
To have her precious arrangements looked
over, her boxes opened, her â€” oh, there could
be, there was no reason why she should submit
to this! She locked the drawers quietly, one
after the other, and put the key in her
pocket. She would be respectful; she would
be civil always, and cordial when she could,
but she would not be imposed upon.
By the time Miss Sophronia came back,
Margaret was composed, and greeted her
cousin with a pleasant smile; but this time it
was the lady who was agitated. She came
hurrying in, her face red, her air perturbed.
â€œ Tnsufferable!â€ she cried, as soon as the door
_ was closed. â€œ Margaret, that woman is insuf-
ferable! She must leave at once.â€
74 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œWoman! what woman, Cousin Sophronia?â€
asked Margaret, looking up in amazement.
â€œThat Frances! She â€” why, she is imperti-
nent, Margaret. She insulted me; insulted
me grossly. I shall speak to John Montfort
directly he returns. She must go; I cannot
â€˜stay in the house with her.â€
Go! Frances, who had been at Fernley
twenty years; for whom the new kitchen, now
only fifteen years old, had been planned and
arranged! Margaret was struck dumb for a:
moment; but recovering herself, she tried to
soothe the angry lady, assuring her that
Frances could not have meant to be disrespect-
ful; that she had a quick temper, but was so
good and faithful, and so attached to Uncle
John; andsoon. In another moment, to her
great discomfiture, Miss Sophronia burst into
tears, declared that she was alone in the
world, that no one loved her or wanted her,
and that she was the most unhappy of women.
Filled with remorseful pity, Margaret bent
over her, begging her not tocry. She brought
a smelling-bottle, and Miss Sophronia clutched
it, sobbing, and told Margaret she was an
THE TRIALS OF MARGARET. 75
angelic child. â€œThisâ€”this isâ€”a Vander-
decken vinaigrette!â€ she said, between her
sobs. â€œDid Eliza Vanderdecken give you
this, too? Very singular of Eliza! But she
never had any sense of fitness. Thank you
my dear! I suffer â€”no living creature knows
what I suffer with my nerves. Iâ€”shall be
better soon.- Donâ€™t mind anything I said; I
must suffer, but it shall always be in silence,
I always maintain that. No one shall know;
I never speak of it; I am the grave, for
silence. Do notâ€”do not tell your uncle,
Margaret, how you have seen me suffer. Do
not betray my momentary weakness!â€
â€œCertainly not!â€ said Margaret, heartily.
â€œJ will not say a word, Cousin Sophronia, of
â€œHe would wish to know!â€ said Miss
Sophronia, smothering a sob into a sigh.
â€œJohn Montfort would be furious if he
thought I was ill-treated, and we were con- -
cealing it from him. He is a lion when once
roused. Ah! I should: be sorry for that
woman. But forgiveness is a duty, my dear,
and I forgive. See! I am myself again.
76 MARGARET MONTFORT.
Quite â€”â€ with a hysterical. giggle â€” â€œ quite
myself! Iâ€”TI will take the vinaigrette to my
room with me, I think, my dear. Thank
you! Dear Margaret! cherub child! how you
have comforted me!â€ She went, and Mar-
garet heard her sniffing along the entry;
heard, and told herself she had no business to
notice such things; and went back rather
ruefully to her buttonholes.
A NEW TYPE.
â€œMy child, I thought you were never com-
ing again!â€ said Mrs. Peyton. â€œDo you
know that it is a week since I have seen you?
I have been destroyed, â€” positively destroyed,
â€œJT am so sorry,â€ said Margaret. â€œI could
not come before; truly I could not, Mrs. Pey-
ton. And how have you been ?â€â€™
Mrs. Peyton leaned back on her pillows,
with a little laugh. â€œWho cares how I have
been?â€ she said, lightly. â€œWhat does it
matter how I have been? Tell me some
news, Margaret. I must have news. You
are alive, you move, and have your being;
tell me something that will make me feel
alive, too.â€ -
Margaret looked at the lady, and thought
she looked very much alive. She was a vision
78 MARGARET MONTFORT. Â©
of rose colour, from the silk jacket fluttering
with ribbons, to the pink satin that shim- â€”
mered through the lace bedspread. The rosy
colour almost tinted her cheeks, which were
generally the hue of warm ivory. Her hair,
like crisped threads of gold, was brought
down low on her forehead, hiding any lines
that might have been seen there; it was
erowned by a bit of cobweb lace, that seemed
too slight to support the pink ribbon that
held it together. The lady's hands were
small, and exquisitely formed, and she wore
several rings of great value; her eyes were
blue and limpid, her features delicate and
regular. Evidently, this had been a great
beauty. To Margaret, gazing at her im
honest admiration, she was still one of the
most beautiful creatures that could be seen.
Mrs. Peyton laughed under the girlâ€™s simple
look of pleasure. â€œ You like my new jacket?â€
she said. â€œThe doctor never so much as no-
ticed it this morning. I think I shall send
him away, and get another, who has eyes in
his head. You are the only person who
really cares for my clothes, Margaret, and
A NEW TYPE. 79
they are the only interest I have in the
â€œT wish you wouldnâ€™t talk so 1â€ said Mar-
garet, colouring. â€œYou donâ€™t mean it, and
why will you say it?â€
â€œJT do mean it!â€ said the beautiful lady.
â€œT mean every word of it. Thereâ€™s nothing
else to care for, except you, you dear little
old-fashioned thing. I like you, because you
are quaint and truthful. Have you seen my
pink pearl? You are not half observant,
thatâ€™s the trouble with you, Margaret Mont-
She held out her slender hand; Margaret
took it, and bent over it affectionately.
â€œOh, what a beautiful ring!â€ she cried.
â€œJT never saw a pink pearl like this before,
Mrs. Peyton, so brilliant, and such a deep
rose colour. Isnâ€™t it very wonderful?â€
â€œThe jeweller thought so,â€ said Mrs. Pey--
â€˜ton. â€œHe asked enough for it; it might have
been the companion to Gleopatna s. The opal
setting is pretty, too, donâ€™t you think ? And
' T have some new stones. . You will like to see
80 MARGARET MONTFORT.
She took up a small bag of chamois leather,
that lay on the bed beside her, opened it, and
a handful of precious stones rolled out on the
lace spread. Margaret caught after one and
another in alarm. â€œOh! Oh, Mrs. Peyton,
they frighten me! Why, this diamond â€”I
â€œnever saw such a diamond. Itâ€™s as big as
â€œTmperfect!â€ said the lady. â€œA flaw in it,
you see; but the colour is good, and it does
just as well for a plaything, though I donâ€™t
like flawed things, as a rule. This sapphire
is a good one, â€” deep, you see; I like a deep
â€œThis light one is nearer your eyes,â€
said Margaret, ate up a lovely clear blue
â€œFlatterer! People used to say that once ;
a long time ago. Heigh ho, Margaret, donâ€™t
ever grow old! Take poison, or throw your-
self out of the window, but donâ€™t grow old.
Itâ€™s a shocking thing to do.â€
Margaret looked at her friend with troubled,
affectionate eyes, and laid her hand on the
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â€œOh, I mean it!â€ said the lady, with a
pretty little grimace. â€œTI mean it, Miss Puri-
tan. See! Hereâ€™sa pretty emerald. But you
havenâ€™t told me the news. Mr. Montfort is
â€” â€œAlways!â€ said Mae â€œWe â€” we
have a visitor just now, Mrs. Peyton, â€”
some one you know.â€
â€œSome one I know?â€ cried Mrs. Peyton.
â€œT thought every one I knew was dead and
buried. Who is it, child? Donâ€™t keep me in
suspense. Canâ€™t you see that I am palpitat-
-She laughed, and looked so pretty, and so
malicious, that Margaret wanted to kiss and
to shake her at the same moment.
â€œTt is a cousin of Uncle Johnâ€™s and of
mine,â€™ she said; â€œMiss Sophronia Mont-
â€œ What!â€ cried Mrs. Peyton, sitting up in
bed. â€œSophronia Montfort? You are jok-
Assured that Margaret was not joking, she
. fell back again on her pillows. â€œSophronia.
Montfort!â€ she said, laughing softly. â€œI
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have not heard of her since the flood. How
does John â€” how does Mr. Montfort endure
it, Pussy? He was not always a patient
Margaret thought her uncle one of the most
patient men she had ever seen.
â€œ And how many men have you seen, little
girl? Never mind! I will allow him all the
qualities of the Patient Patriarch. He will
need them all, if he is to have Sophronia
long. I am sorry for you, Pussy! Come
over as often as you can to see me. I am
dull, but there are worse things than dull-
This was not very encouraging. _
â€œShe â€” Cousin Sophronia â€”sent you a
great many messages,â€ Margaret said, tim-
idly. â€œSheâ€”is very anxious to see you,
Mrs. Peyton. She would like to come over
some morning, and spend an hour with you.â€
â€œTf she does, I'll poison her!â€ said Mrs.
Peyton, promptly. â€œ Donâ€™t look shocked, Mar-
garet Montfort ; I shall certainly do as I say.
Sophronia comes here at peril of her life, and
you may tell her so with my compliments.â€
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Margaret sat silent and distressed, not
knowing what to say. She had known
very few people in her quiet life, and this
beautiful lady, whom she aed greatly,
also puzzled her sadly.
â€œT cannot tell her that, can I, dear Mrs.
Peyton?â€ she said, at last. â€œI shall tell her
that you are not well,â€”that is true, most
certainly, â€” and that you do not feel able
to see her.â€
â€œTell her what you please said Emily
Peyton, laughing again. â€œIf she comes, I
shall poison her, â€”that is my first and last
word. Tell her? Tell her that Emily Pey-
ton is a wreck; that she lies here like a log,
week after week, month after month, caring
for nothing, no one caring for her, except
a kind little girl, who is frightened at her
wild talk. I might try the poison on myself
first, Margaret; what do you think of that?â€
Then, seeing Margaretâ€™s white, shocked face,
she laughed again; and fell to tossing the
gems into the air, and catching them as they â€”
- fell. â€œIt would be a pity, though, just when
[ have got all these new playthings. Did you
84 MARGARET MONTFORT.
bring a book to read to me, little girl? I
canâ€™t abide reading, but I like to hear your
voice. You have something, I see it in
your guilty face. Poetry, I'll be bound.
Out with it, witch! You hope to bring me
to a sense of the error of my ways. Why,
I used to read poetry, Margaret, by the dozen
yards. Byron,â€” does any one read Byron
â€œ My father was fond of Byron,â€ said Mar-
garet. â€œHe used to read me bits of â€˜ Childe
Haroldâ€™ and the â€˜Corsair;â€™ I liked them,
and I always loved the â€˜ Assyrian.â€™ But â€”
I thought you might like something bright
and cheerful to-day, Mrs. Peyton, so I brought
Austin Dobson. Are you fond of Dobson?â€
â€œ Never heard of him!â€ said the lady, care-
lessly. â€˜Read whatever you like, child;
your voice always soothes me. Will you
come and be my companion, Margaret? Your
_ uncle has Sophronia now; he cannot need
you. Come tome! You shall have a thou-
sand, two thousand dollars a year, and all
the jewels you want. I'll have these set for
you, if you like.â€
MWS KR eee, &
** DID YOU BRING A BOOK TO READ TO ME, LITTLE GIRL ee
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She seemed only half in earnest, and Mar-
garet laughed. â€œYou sent your last com-
panion away, you know, Mrs. Peyton,â€ she
said. â€œIm afraid I should not suit you,
â€œMy dear, that woman ate apples! No
one could endure that, you know. Ateâ€”
champed apples in my ears, and threw the
cores into my grate. Positively, she smelt of
apples all day long. I had to have the room
fumigated when she left. A dreadful person !
One of her front teeth was movable, too, and
set me distracted every time she opened her
mouth. Are you ever going to begin?â€
Margaret read two or three of her favourite
poems, but with little heart in her reading,
for she felt that her listener was not listen-
ing. Now and then would come an impatient
sigh, or a fretful movement of the. jewelled
hands; once a sapphire was tossed up in the
air, and fell on the floor by Margaretâ€™s feet.
Only when she began the lovely â€œ Good Night,
Babette!â€ did Mrs. Peytonâ€™s attention seem
- to fix. She listened quietly, and, at the end,
drew a deep breath.
86 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œYou call that bright and cheerful, do
you?â€ Mrs. Peyton murmured. â€œ Hvery-
thing looks cheerful in the morning. Good
night, â€”â€œI grow so old,â€™ â€” how dare you
read me such a thing as that, Margaret
Montfort? It is an impertinence.â€
â€œIndeed,â€ said Margaret, colouring, and
now really wounded. â€œI do not understand
you at all to-day, Mrs. Peyton. I donâ€™t seem
to be able to please you, and it is time for
me to go.â€
She rose, and the lady, her mood changing
again in an instant, took her two hands, and
drew her close to her side.
â€œYou are my only comfort,â€™ she said,
â€œDo you hear that? You are the only
person in this whole dreadful place that |
would give the half of a burnt straw to
see. Remember that, when I behave too
abominably. Yes, go now, for I am going
to have a bad turn. Send Antonia; and
come again soonâ€”soon, do you hear, Mar-
garet? But rememberâ€” remember that the
poison-bowl waits for Sophronia !â€â€™
â€œWhat â€”shall I give her any message?â€
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said poor Margaret, as she bent to kiss the
white forehead between the glittering waves
â€œ Give her my malediction,â€ said Mrs. Pey-
ton. â€œTell her it is almost a consolation for
lying here, to think I need not see her. Tell
her anything you like. Go now! Good-bye,
child! Dear little quaint, funny, prim child,
Margaret walked home sadly enough. She
loved and admired her beautiful friend, but
she did not understand her, and there was
much that she could not approve. It seemed
absurd, she often said to herself, for a girl of
her age to criticise, to venture to disapprove,
of a woman old enough to be her mother, one
who had travelled the world over, and knew
plenty of human nature, if little of books.
Yet, the thought would come again, there was
no age to right and wrong; and there were
things that it could not be right to think,
or kind to say, at eighteen or at eighty.
' And her uncle did not like Mrs. Peyton.
Margaret felt that, without his having
88 MARGARET MONTFORT.
ever put it into words. Still, she was so
beautiful, so fascinating,â€”and so kind to
her! Perhaps, unconsciously, Margaret did
miss a good deal the two young cousins
who had been with her during her first
year at Fernley; surely, and every hour,
~she missed her Aunt Faith, whose tenderness
had been that of the mother she had never
She was in no haste to go home ; there was
still an hour before Uncle John would come.
There was little peace at home in these days,
but a prying eye, and a tongue that was seldom
still save in sleep. She had left Elizabeth in
tears to-day, her precious linen having been
pulled over, and all the creases changed be-
cause they ran the wrong way. In vain
Margaret had reminded her of the heroine of
the story she had liked so much, the angelic
Elizabeth of Hungary. â€œIt donâ€™t make much
difference, Miss Margaret!â€ Elizabeth said.
â€œT am no saint, miss, and all the roses in the
world wouldnâ€™t make my table-cloths look fit
to go on, now.â€
Frances was â€œneither to hold or to bind;â€
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even the two young girls whom the elder
women had in training were tossing their
heads and muttering over their brasses and
their saucepans. The apple of discord seemed
to be rolling all about the once peaceful rooms
of Fernley House. â€œI'll go home through the
woods,â€ said Margaret, â€œand see if they have
begun work on the bog yet.â€
It was lovely in the woods. Margaret
thought there could be no such woods in the
world as these of Fernley. The pines were
straight and tall, and there was little or no
undergrowth ; just clear, fragrant stretches of
brown needles, where one could lie at length
and look up into the whispering green, and
watch the birds and squirrels. There was
moss here and there; here and there, too, a
bed of pale green ferns, delicate and plumy ;
but most of it was the soft red-brown carpet â€”
that Margaret loved better even than ferns.
She walked slowly along, drinking in beauty
â€˜and rest at every step. If she could. only
bring the sick lady out here, she thought, to
' breathe this life-giving air! Surely she would
be better! She did not look ill enough to
90 â€˜MARGARET MONTFORT.
stay always in bed. They must try to bring
it about. . pie:
She stopped at the little brook, and sat
down on a mossy stone. The water was clear
and brown, breaking into white over the
pebbles here and there. How delightful it
would be to take off her shoes and stockitigs,
â€˜and paddle about a little! Peggy, her cousin, Â©
would have been in the water in an instant,
very likely shoes and all; but Margaret was
timid, and it required some resolution to pull
off her shoes and stockings, and a good deal
of glancing over her shoulder, to make sure
that no one was in sight. Indeed, who could
be? The water was cool; oh, so cool and
fresh! She waded a little way ; almost lost her
balance on a slippery stone, and fled back to
the bank, laughing and out of breath. A frog
came up to look at her, and goggled in amaze-
ment; she flipped water at him with her hand,
and he vanished indignant. It would be very
pleasant to walk along the bed of the stream,
as, far as the entrance to the bog meadow.
Could she venture so far? No, for after all, it
_ was-possible that some of the workmen might
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have arrived and might be in the neighbour-
hood, though they were not to begin work till
the next day. Very slowly Margaret drew
her feet out of the clear stream where they
twinkled and looked so white, â€” Margaret had
pretty feet, â€” but she could not make up her
mind to put on the shoes and stockings just
yet. She must dry her feet; and this moss
was delightful to walk on. So on she went,
treading lightly and carefully, finding every
step a pure pleasure, till she saw sunlight
breaking through the green, and knew that
she was coming to the edge of the peat bog.
Ah, what memories this place brought to
Margaretâ€™s mind! She could see her cousin
Rita, springing out in merry defiance over the
treacherous green meadow; could hear her
scream, and see her sinking deep, deep, into
the dreadful blackness below. Then, like a
flash, came Peggy from the wood, this very
wood she was walking in now, and ran, and
crept, and reached out, and by sheer strength
_ and cleverness saved Rita from a dreadful â€”
death, while she, Margaret, stood helpless by.
Dear, brave Peggy! Ah, dear girls both! How
92 . MARGARET MONTFORT.
she would like to see them this moment.
Why! Why, what was that?
Some one was whistling out there in the
open. Whistling a lively, rollicking air, with
a note as clear and strong as a birdâ€™s. Hor-
ror! The workmen must have come! Mar-
garet was down on the grass in an instant,
pulling desperately at her shoes and stock-
ings. From the panic she was in, one might
have thought that the woods were full of
whistling brigands, all rushing in her direc-
tion, with murder in their hearts. She could
hardly see; there was a knot in her shoe-
strimg; why did she ever have shoes that
tied? Her heart was beating, the blood
throbbing in her ears,â€”and all the time
the whistlng went on, not coming nearer,
but trillng away in perfect cheerfulness,
though broken now and then, and coming
in fits and starts. At last! At last the
â€˜shoes were tied, and Margaret stood up,
still panting and crimson, but feeling. that
she could face a robber, or even an innocent
workman, without being disgraced for life.
Cautiously she stole to the edge of the wood,
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and peeped between the pine-boles. The sun
lay full on the peat bog, and it shone like a
great, sunny emerald, friendly and smiling,
with no hint of the black treachery at its
heart. No hint? But look! Out in the
very middle of the bog a figure was stand-
ing, balanced on a tussock of firm earth.
A light, active figure, in blue jean jumper
and overalls. One of the workmen, who
did not know of the peril, and was plung-
ing to his destruction? Margaret opened her
lips to ery aloud, but kept silence, for the
next moment she comprehended that the
young man (he was evidently young, though
his back was turned to her) knew well enough
what he was about. He had a long pole in
his hand, and with this he was poking and
prodding about in the black depths beneath
him. Now he sounded carefully a little way
ahead of him, and then, placing his pole
carefully on another firm spot, leaped to it
lightly. The black bog water gurgled up
about his feet, but he did not sink, only
planted his feet more firmly, and went on
with his sounding. Now he was singing.
94 | | MARGARET MONTFORT.
What was he singing? What a quaint,
â€œA wealthy young farmer of Plymouth, we hear,
He courted a noblemanâ€™s daughter, so dear ;
And for to be married it was their intent, â€”
Hi! muskrat!â€” come out of there!â€ He
almost lost his balance, and Margaret
screamed a very small scream, that could
not be heard a dozen yards. Recovering
himself, the young man began to make his
way towards the shore, at a point nearly |
opposite to where Margaret stood. Spring-
ing lightly to the firm ground, he took off
his cap, and made a low bow to the bog,
saying at the same time something, Mar-
garet could not hear what. Then, looking
carefully about him, the young workman
appeared to be selecting a spot of earth
that was to his mind; having done so, he
sat down, took out a note-book, and wrote
with ardour for several minutes. Then he
took off his cap, and ran his fingers through
his hair â€”which was very curly, and bright
red â€” till it stood up in every direction ; then
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he turned three elaborate somersaults; and â€”
then, with another salute to the bog, and a _
- prolonged whistle, he went off, leaping on his
pole, and singing, as he went :
â€œ And for to be mar-ri-ed it was their intent;
All friends and relations had given their consent.â€
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- â€œYes, uncle.â€ 5
â€œCan you come here a moment, my dear?â€
â€œSurely, Uncle John. I was looking for
you, and could not find you.â€ :
Margaret came running in from the garden.
Her uncle was sitting in his private study,
which opened directly on the garden, and
communicated by a staircase in the wall with
his bedroom. The study was a pleasant room,
lined with books for the most part, but with
some valuable pictures, and a great table full
of drawers, and several presses or secretaries,
filled with papers and family documents of
every kind. Mr. John Montfort, recluse
though he was, was the head of a large and
important family connection. Few of his
relatives ever saw him, but most of them
A LESSON IN GEOGRAPHY. 97
"were in more or less constant correspondence
with him, and he knew all their secrets,
though not one of them could boast of know-
ing his. He was the friend and adviser, the
kindly helper, of many a distant cousin who
had never met the kind, grave glance of his
brown eyes. Peggy Montfort used to say,
in the days when it had pleased him to ap-
pear as John Strong, the gardener, that itâ€™
â€œsmoothed her all out,â€ just to look at him;
and many people experienced the same feel-
ing on receiving one of his letters. No one
had it, however, so strongly as Margaret her-
self, or so she thought; and it was with a
sensation of delightful relief that she answered
his call this morning. Mr. Montfort turned
round from the great table at which he was
sitting, and held out his hand affectionately.
â€œCome here, my child,â€ he said, â€œand let
me look at you. Look me straight in the
eyes; yes, that will do. You are feeling well,
Margaret? You look well, I must say.â€ â€”
â€œWell? Of course, Uncle John! Am I
- ever anything else? I have never had a
dayâ€™s illness since I came here.â€
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â€œYou do not feel the load of responsibility
too much for your young shoulders?â€ Mr.
Montfort went on. â€œItâ€”it is not too dull
for you here, alone month after month with
an elderly man, and a hermit, and one
who has the reputation of a grim and un-
friendly old fellow? What do you say,:
' The quick tears sprang to Margaretâ€™s eyes.
She looked up at her uncle, and saw in his
eyes the quizzical twinkle that always half
puzzled and wholly delighted her. â€œOh,
uncle!â€ she cried; â€œyou really deceived me
this time! I might have known you were in
fun,â€” but you were so grave!â€
â€œGrave?â€ said Mr. Montfort. â€œNever
more so, I assure you. I may not have very
. Serious doubts, in my own mind; neverthe-
less, I want your assurance. Do you, Mar-
garet Montfort, find life a burden under
existing circumstances, or do you find itâ€”
well, endurable for awhile yet?â€
â€œT find life as happy as I can imagine it,â€
said Margaret, simply; and then, being abso- |
lutely truthful, she added, â€œ That is,â€”I did
A LESSON IN GEOGRAPHY. 99
find it so, Uncle John, â€” until these last two
â€œ Precisely!â€ said Mr. Montfort. â€œNot a
word, my dear! I understand you. You are
fond of children, I think, Margaret ? a
â€œVery fond,â€ said Margaret, thinking that
Unele John was strange indeed to-day.
â€œ Get on well with them, I should suppose.
You had a great deal of influence over Peggy,
â€œDear, good Peggy! She was so ready to be
influenced, Uncle John. She was just wait-
Ing toâ€”to be helped on a little, donâ€™t you
â€œYes; so Rita thought, if I remember
aright!â€ said Mr. Montfort, dryly. â€œBut
with younger children, eh? You have had
some experience of them, perhaps, Margaret?â€ -
Was he still joking? Margaret had not
much sense of humour, and she was sadly
puzzled again. .
â€œTâ€”TJ love little children,â€™ she said.
â€œOf course I do, Uncle John!â€
' â€œTittle children,â€”yes. But how about
boys? Active, noisy, happy-go-lucky boys ?
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Boys that smash windows, and yell, and tear
their clothes on barbed-wire fences? How
about those, Margaret?â€
â€œTs that the kind of boy you were, Uncle
John?â€ asked Margaret, smiling. â€œBecause
if so, I am sure I shall like them very much.â€
â€œVery well, my dear child!â€ he. said.
â€œYou are well and happy, and we under-
stand each other, and that is all right, very
right. Now, Margaret, â€”I ask this for formâ€™s
sake merely,â€”have you been in this room
before, to-day ?â€ |
â€œNo, Uncle John,â€ said Margaret.
â€œOf course you have not. Knew it be-
fore I asked you. Do you notice anything
unusual in the appearance of the room, my ~
Margaret looked about her, wondering. It
produced an impression of â€” well, not just the Â°
perfect order in which it was generally to be
found. Several drawers were half open; a
sheaf of papers lay on the floor, as if
dropped by a startled hand. The writing
things were disarranged, slightly, yet notice-
ably ; for Mr. Montfort always kept them in _
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one position, which was never changed save
when they were in actual use.
â€œWhy, it looksâ€”as ifâ€”as if you had
been in a hurry, Uncle John,â€ she said at last.
â€œTt looks as if some one had been in
a hurry,â€™ said Mr. Montfort, significantly.
â€œJT have not been in this room before,
to-day; I found it in this condition. Never
mind, my dear! Iam going to write a letter
now. Donâ€™t let me keep you any longer.â€
Margaret went away, wondering much ; her
uncle joied her soon, and they looked at the
roses together, and chatted as usual, and were
happy, till Cousin Sophronia rapped on the
window with her thimble, and asked whether
they were coming in, or whether she should
come out and join them.
She was trying that evening, Cousin So-
phronia. Nothing on the tea-table suited her,
to begin with. She declared the beef tea
unfit to touch, and desired Mr. Montfort to
taste it, which he politely but firmly refused
todo. â€œBut it is not fit to eat!â€ cried the
lady. â€œI insist on your tasting it, my dear
102 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œMy dear Sophronia, I am extremely sorry
it is not to your taste. If it is not good,
I certainly do not want to taste it. Send it
away and ask me to taste something that is
The chicken was tough. â€œYou should
change your butcher, John. Or are these
your own fowls? Chickens I will not call
them ; they must be two years old.at least.
Nothing disagrees with me like tough poultry.
Nobody to look after the fowls properly, I sup-
pose. I must take them in hand ; not that I
have had any experience myself of fowls, but
an educated person, you understand. So im-
portant, I always say, to bring educated intel-
ligence to bear on these matters. And then,
these knives are so dull! Even if the fowls were
tender, impossible to make an impression with
such a knife as this. Elizabeth, what do you
use for your knives?â€
Elizabeth used Bristol brick, as she always
â€œAh, entirely out of date, Bristol brick. You
must send for some of the preparation that
William uses, John. Nothing like it. Some-
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thing or other, itâ€™s called; somebodyâ€™sâ€”I _
canâ€™t remember now, but we will have it,
never fear, dearest John. Shameful, for
you to be subjected to dull knives and tough
poultry. What are these? Strawberries ?
Dear me! I did hope we could have rasp-
berries this evening. One is so tired of straw-
berries by this time, donâ€™t you think so?â€
â€œT am sorry,â€ said Mr. Montfort. â€œThe
raspberries will be ripe in a day or two,
Sophronia; Willis thought they would hardly
do to pick to-day.â€
â€œOh, but I assure you, my dearest John,
Willis is entirely wrong. I examined the
bushes myself; I went quite through them,
and found them quiteâ€” entirely ripe. That
was just Willisâ€™s laziness, depend upon it.
These old servantsâ€ (Hlizabeth had gone
to get more cream, the lady having emptied
the jug on her despised strawberries) â€œare
too lazy to be of much use. Depend upon
it, John, you will know no peace until you
get rid of them all, and start afresh; I am
thinking very seriously about it, I assure you,
my dear fellow. Yes, I have been longing
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for days for a plate of raspberries and cream.
I have so little appetite, that whenever I can
tempt it a little, the doctor says, I must not
fail to do so. No more, dear, thank you! It
is of no consequence, you know, really, not -
the least in the world; only, one can be of so
much more use, when one keeps oneâ€™s health.
Ah, you remember what health I had as a
child, John! You remember the dear old days
here, when we were children together ?â€
â€œT remember them very well, Sophronia,â€
said Mr. Montfort, steadily. â€œ And speaking
of that, I am expecting some young visitors
here in a day or two.â€
Cousin Sophronia looked up with a jerk;
Margaret looked at her uncle in surprise ;
he sipped his tea tranquilly, and repeated :
â€œSome young visitors, yes. They will inter-
est you, Sophronia, with your strong family
~ â€œWhoâ€”who are they?â€ asked Miss So-
phronia. â€œ Most ill-judged, I must say, to
have children here just now; who did you
say they were, John?â€
â€œCousin Anthonyâ€™s children. They lost
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their mother some years ago, you remember ;
I fancy Anthony has had rather a hard time
with them since. Now he has to go out West
for the rest of the summer, and I have asked
them to come here.â€
For once Miss Sophronia was speechless.
After a momentâ€™s silence, Margaret ventured
to say, timidly, â€œ How old are the children,
â€œReally, my dear, I hardly know. Two :
boys and a girl; I believe. I donâ€™t even
know their names; havenâ€™t seen their father
for twenty years. Good fellow, Anthony; a
little absent-minded and heedless, but a good
fellow always. I was glad to be able to oblige
Miss Sophronia recovered her speech.
â€œ Really, my dear John,â€ she said, with an
acrid smile; â€œI had no idea you were such
a philanthropist. If Fernley is to become an |
asylum for orphan relations â€”â€
â€œ Sophronia !â€ said Mr. Montfort.
His tone was quiet, but there was some-
_ thing in it that made the lady redden, and
check herself instantly. Margaret wondered
106 MARGARET MONTFORT.
what would become of her, if her uncle
should ever speak to her in that tone.
â€œJT am sure I meant nothing!â€ said Miss
Sophronia, bridling and rallying again. â€œI
am sure there was no allusion to our dearest -
Margaret. Absurd! But these children are
very different. Why, Anthony Montfort is
your second cousin, John. I know every
shade of relationship; it is impossible to
deceive me in such matters, John.â€
â€œJT should not attempt it, my dear cousin,â€
said Mr. Montfort, quietly. â€œ Anthony is
my second cousin. I will go further to meet
you, and admit boldly that these children are
my second cousins once removed, and Marga-
retâ€™s third cousins. Where shall we put them,
â€œ My dearest J anne cried Miss Sophronia,
in her gayest tone, â€œ you are not to give it a
thought! Is he, Margaret? No, my dear
fellow! It is noble of you â€” Quixotic, I must
think, but undeniably nobleâ€”to take in
these poor little waifs; but you shall have no
further thought about providing for them.
Everything shall be arranged; I know the
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house from garret to cellar, remember. I
will make every arrangement, dearest John,
depend upon me!â€
The evenings were not very gay at Fernley
- just now. Miss Sophronia could not keep
awake while any one else read aloud; so she
took matters into her own hands, and read
herself, for an hour by the clock. Her voice
was high and thin, and kept Mr. Montfort
awake; she was apt to emphasise the wrong
words, which made Margaretâ€™s soul cry out
within her; and she stopped every few min-
utes to chew a cardamom seed with great
deliberation. This simple action had the effect
of making both her hearers extremely ner-
vous, they could not have explained why.
Also, she was afflicted with a sniff, which
recurred at regular intervals, generally in
the middle of a sentence. Altogether the â€”
reading was a chastened pleasure nowadays ;
and this particular evening it was certainly
a relief when she declared, before the hour
was quite over, that she was hoarse, and must
stop before the end of the chapter. On the
whole, she thought it might be better for her
108 MARGARET MONTFORT.
to go to bed early, and take some warm drink.
â€œIt would never do for me to be laid up,
with these children coming to be seen after!â€
she declared. So she departed, and Margaret
and her uncle sat down to a game of back-
gammon, and played slowly and peacefully,
lingering over their moves as long as they
pleased, and tasting the pleasure of having
no one say that they should play this or that,
â€œ of course!â€
The game over, Mr. Montfort leaned back
in his chair, with an air of content.
â€œ This is pleasant!â€ he said, slowly. â€œ Mar-
garet, my dear, this is very pleasant!â€
Margaret smiled at him, but made no reply.
None was needed: the uncle and niece were so
much alike in tastes and feelings, that they
hardly needed speech, sometimes, to know
each otherâ€™s thoughts. Both were content to
sit now silent, in the soft, cheerful candlelight,
looking about on the books and pictures that
they loved, and feeling the silence like a
Suddenly Mr. Montfortâ€™s air of cheerful
meditation changed. He sat upright, and
A LESSON IN GEOGRAPHY. 109
leaned slightly forward. He seemed to listen
for something. Then suddenly, softly, he
rose, and with silent step crossed the room
and stood a moment beside the wall. It was
a very different face that he turned to Mar-
garet the next instant.
â€œMy dear,â€ he said,.â€œâ€˜ there is some one in
â€œTn your study, Uncle John? What do you
mean? That is, â€” how can you tell, uncle?â€
â€œCome here, and listen!â€ said her uncle.
Margaret stole to his side, and listened, her
head, like his, near the wall. She heard the
crackling of paper; the sound of a drawer
pulled softly out ; the clank, muffled, but un-
mistakable, of. brass handles. What did it
mean? She looked to her uncle for explana-
tion. He shook his head and motioned her
to be silent. Then, taking her hand in his,
he led her softly from the room. Margaret
followed, greatly wondering, across the wide
hall; through the low door that led to the
White Rooms, now her own; into her own
- sitting-room, or Aunt Faithâ€™s room, as she
still loved to call it. Here Mr. Montfort
110 MARGARET MONTFORT.
released her hand, and again motioned her to
â€œT will explain by and by, my dear,â€ he
said. â€œ Follow me, now, and learn another
lesson in Fernley geography ; I was keeping
it for a surprise some day, but never mind.
Where is this place?â€
Margaret noticed, in all her confusion of
surprise, that the great white chair was
pushed away from its usual place. Her uncle
stepped in behind the table near which it
always stood, and passed his hand along the
smooth white panel of the wall. Noiselessly
it swung open, revealing a dark space. Mar-
garet obeyed his gesture, and following, found
herself in a narrow passage, carpeted with
felt, on which her feet made no sound. They
went forward some way; it was quite dark,
-but she followed her uncleâ€™s guidance, and he
trod as surely as if it were broad daylight.
Presently he stopped, and, with a pressure of
the hand, bade her listen again. The rustling
- of paper sounded very clear now; there
was another rustle, too, the rustle of silk.
Suddenly, light flashed upon them; Margaret
A LESSON IN GEOGRAPHY. 111
felt herself drawn swiftly forward ; there was
a smothered exclamation in her uncleâ€™s voice,
followed by a scream from another.
They were standing in Mr. Montfortâ€™s study.
The room was lighted by a single candle, that
stood on the writing-table ; beside this table,
backed against it in an attitude of terror and
surprise, stood Miss Sophronia Montfort, her
hands full of documents, her eyes glaring.
There was a moment of silence, and Margaret
counted her heart-beats. Then â€”
â€œCan I be of any assistance to you, my
dear Sophronia?â€ asked Mr. Montfort, blandly.
â€œ You seem in distress; allow me to relieve
you of some of these.â€ He took the papers
quietly, and laid them on the table. Miss
Sophronia gasped once, twice; opened and
shut her eyes several times, and swallowed
convulsively ; when she spoke, it was with a.
fluttering voice, but in something like her
- ordinary tone.
â€œMy dear John! How you startled me!
Aâ€”aâ€”little surprise for you, my dear .
â€˜fellow. Such a shocking condition as your
papers were in. I thoughtâ€”a kindness â€”
112 MARGARET MONTFORT.
to bring a little order out of chaos; he! he!
ahem! my throat is troublesome to-night. A
warm drink! Yes, my dear John, I remem-
bered the old passage, you see. I said, why
should I disturb the dear fellow, to ask him
for the key to the outer door? And really,
John, these papers are tooâ€”too bad!â€
She shook her head in a manner that was
â€˜meant to be playful; but suddenly the smile
dropped from her face like a mask; for Mr.
Montfort did a singular thing. He bent his
head forward slightly; fixed his eyes on his
cousin with a peculiar expression, and advanced
slowly, one step. â€˜â€˜ Sophronia!â€ he said.
Miss Sophronia began to tremble.
â€œDonâ€™t, John!â€ she cried. â€œJohn Mont-
fort, donâ€™t do it! I am your own cousin.
Your father and mine were brothers, John. I
hope I know my duty â€”ah, donâ€™t! I will
not, John Montfort!â€
Margaret looked from one to the other in
blank amazement. The lady seemed in the
extremity of terror. Her uncle â€”was this .
her uncle? Instead of the grave, dignified
gentleman, she seemed to see a boy; a boy
A LESSON IN GEOGRAPHY. 113
intent on mischief, every motion of lim alive
with power and malice. Step by step he
advanced, his hands clenched, his head bent
forward, his eyes still fixed, mee and strong,
on his cousin.
â€œSophronia!â€ he said, â€œI am coming!
Sophronia! Sophronia! Sophronia!â€ Each
time he quickened voice and step. He was
almost upon her; with one wild shriek Miss
Sophronia turned and fled. Her skirts whisked
along the secret passage; they heard the door
bang. She was gone.
Mr. Montfort sat down in his study chair
and laughed long and silently.
â€œ Donâ€™t look so frightened, my dear !â€â€™ he
said, at last. â€œIt was a scurvy trick, but she
â€˜deserved it. I â€” I used to run Sophronia up-
stairs, Margaret, when she was a troublesome
girl. It always frightened her. Td have
done it in another minute, if she had not run,
but I knew she would. Poor Sophronia! I
suppose something of the boy stays in us, my
dear, as long as we live. Iâ€”TI am afraid I
should rather have enjoyed running Sophronia
THE DAUNTLESS THREE.
THE next morning Miss Sophronia kept her
bed; her cold, she said, was too severe to ad-
mit of her joming the family at breakfast.
Margaret waited on her with an uneasy sense
of guilt in general, though she could not ac-
cuse herself of any special sin. She did her
best to be sympathetic and dutiful, having
been brought up to respect her elders sin-
cerely. But she was puzzled all the same,
and when it came to any question between
her cousin and her uncle, there were no more
doubts. She must put herself out of the way
as much as possible, and give up, wherever
her own pleasure was concerned,â€” where it
was any matter connected with Uncle John,
she would be the Rock of Gibraltar. This
being settled, the Rock of Gibraltar brought
raspberries for Cousin Sophroniaâ€™s breakfast,
and made her room bright with flowers, and
THE DAUNTLESS THREE. 115
tried to make cheer for her. The poor lady
was rather subdued, and told Margaret she
was a cherub child; then declared she would â€”
not be a burden on any one, and sent the girl
away to â€œamuse herself.â€
â€œBe happy as a butterfly, my dear, all the
morning; donâ€™t give me a thought, I beg
of you. If Frances would have a new-laid
egg ready for me at elevenâ€” positively a
new-laid one, Margaret! Perhaps you would
bring it yourself from the hen-yard. I have
no confidence in servants, and it would make
a pleasant little trip for you. So important,
I always say, for the young to have some-
thing useful to mingle with theirâ€™ sports.
Boiled three minutes and a half, my love!
I doubt if I can eat. it, but it is my duty to
make the attempt. Bless you! Good-bye!
If you happen. to have nothing to do about
twelve, you might bring your work and sit
with me. Iam the most sociable creature in
the world; I cannot endure to be alone when
I am ill; but donâ€™t have me on your mind,
my love, for a single instant.â€
All the duties attended to, Margaret spent
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a delightful hour, with Elizabethâ€™s assistance,
in making ready the rooms for the new-
comers. The little girl was to have Peggyâ€™s
room, next her own, and that needed nothing
save fresh flowers in the vases, and fresh rib-
bons on the curtains. But the boys were to
have the old nursery, the great room that ran
across the whole width of the house, on the
â€˜third floor. It was a pleasant room, with
dormer windows facing east and south, a
great fireplace, with a high wire fender,
and a huge sofa, covered with red chintz
dragons. A funny sofa it was, with little
drawers let in along the sides. John Mont-
fort and his brothers used to lie on this sofa,
when they had the measles and whooping-
cough, and play with the brass drawer-
handles, and keep their treasures in the
drawers. The windows were barred, and
there was a gate across the landing, at the
â€˜top of the stairs. Elizabeth had suggested
taking away- the gate and the bars, â€œsuch
big young gentlemen as these would be, most
likely, sir!â€ but Mr. Montfort shook his head
very decidedly. .
THE DAUNTLESS THREE. Ly
â€œTf they are Montfort boys, Elizabeth, they
will need all the bars we can give them.
Master Richard was twelve, when he squeezed
himself between these, and went along the
gutter hanging by his hands, till he came
to the spout, and shinned down it. Never
make things too easy for a Montfort boy!â€
In one corner stood a huge rocking-horse,
with saddle and bridle of crimson leather,
rather the worse for wear. He was blind
of one eye, and his tail had seen service, but
he was a fine animal for all that. Margaret
hunted about in the attic, and found a box of
ninepins. Marbles, too; Uncle John had told
her that there must be marbles somewhere, in
a large bag of flowered purple calico, with a
red string. They had been there forty years ;
they must be there still. She found them at
last, hanging from a peg of one of the great
beams. On the beam close by .was written :
â€œThis is my Peg. If any Pig touches my Peg,
that Pig will be Pegged. Signed, Jonw Montrorr.â€
â€œOh,â€ thought Margaret, â€œwhat a pleasant
boy Uncle John must have been! What good
118 MARGARET MONTFORT.
times we should have had together!â€ And
then she reflected that he could not possibly
have been so nice a boy as he was an uncle,
and was content.
The marbles, and the rocking-horse, and â€”
what else ought there to be? Tops! Uncle
John had said something about tops. Here
Margaret screamed, and fled to the attic door.
Something was moving on the beam by which
she had been standing, perched on a chair.
Something rolled slowly along, half the length
of the beam, and dropped to the floor and
rolled towards her. Laughing now, Mar-
garet stooped and picked up a great ball, a
leather ball, striped red and black. On one
of the red stripes was written, in large, un-
conventional letters, â€œRoger.â€ It was her
fatherâ€™s ball! Margaret held the toy very
tenderly in her hands, and tried to see the
worn, thoughtful face she remembered so
well, a rosy boyâ€™s face, full of light and
laughter. She had seen, yesterday, strangely
enough, her uncleâ€™s boyish looks, revealed in
a flash of mischief; it was less easy to see
THE DAUNTLESS THREE. 119
As she stood meditating, the sound of
wheels was heard outside. Margaret ran
to look out of the little gable window, then
clapped her hands together, In amazement
and pleasure. The children had come!
When she reached the verandah, they were
already standing there, facmg Mr. Montfort,
who had come out by an early train, and was
standing looking at them with amused atten-
tion, holding the little girlâ€™s hands in his.
â€œ And what are your names, my dears?â€
he â€˜was saying.
â€œ Basil, Merton, and Susan D.,â€ replied the
elder boy, promptly, while three pairs of sharp
eyes were fastened on the strange uncle.
â€œ Battle, Murder, and Sudden Death!â€ said
Mr. Montfort under his breath. He had no
idea that any one could hear him, but a shriek
of laughter startled him, and made Margaret
_ â€œThat's what Puppa calls us!â€ cried Basil,
springing lightly up and down on the tips
of his toes. â€œWe didnâ€™t know whether you
would or not; he said you would pretty soon,
anyhow. How do you do, Uncle John? We
120 MARGARET MONTFORT.
are very well, thank you. I am thirteen, and
Mert is twelve, and Susan D. is ten. Puppa
hopes we shall not be troublesome, and here
are the keys of the trunks.â€
_ The boy drew a long breath, and looked
round him with an air of triumph.
â€œWell, I should think you would know
it!â€ said his brother.â€ â€œBeen saying it all
the way over here.â€
â€œMore than you could do!â€ retorted his
â€œWouldnâ€™t do it anyhow, so there!â€ said
- These last remarks had been carried on in
an undertone, the set speech having been
delivered slowly and with much dignity.
Finally each boy kicked the otherâ€™s â€˜shins
surreptitiously, and then both stared again
at their uncle. The little girl had never
stirred, but stood gazing up at the big man
who held her hands so lightly and yet so
kindly, and who had such bright, deep, quiet
brown eyes. Margaret, standing in the door-
way, scrutinised the three, and felt a sinking
at the heart. Basil Montfort was a tall boy
â€œTHE LITTLE GIRL HAD NEVER STIRRED,
WHO HELD HER HANDS.
THE BIG MAN
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for his age, slender and wiry, with tow-coloured.
hair that stood straight on end, thin lips that
curled up at the corners with a suggestion of
malice, and piercing gray eyes, which he had
a trick of screwing up till they were like gim-
let points. The second, Merton, was decidedly
better-looking, with pretty curly hair, and blue
eyes with an appealing look in them; but
Margaret fancied he looked a little sly; and
straightway took herself to task for the un-
kind fancy. The little girl was Basil over
- again, save that the tow-coloured hair was put
back with a round comb, and the gray eyes
widely opened, instead of half shut, when she
looked at any one. All three children were
neatly dressed, and all looked as if they were
not used to their clothes.
â€œWell,â€ said Mr. Montfort at last, after a
long, silent look at each one in turn, â€œI am
very glad to see you, children. I hope we
are going to be good friends. Boys, I was
a boy myself, just two or three years ago, â€”
or it may be four, â€”so you can ask me about
anything you want to know. Susan, I never
was a girl, you see, but that need not make
122 MARGARET MONTFORT.
much difference. Your Cousin Margaret â€”
oh, here is your Cousin Margaret! She will
be good to you, andâ€”and in short, you are
all very welcome to Fernley, and there is a
swing in the garden, and the rest you can
find out for yourselves.â€
Margaret came forward, and shook hands
with the boys, and kissed the little girl
warmly. Evidently Susan D. was not used to
being kissed, for she blushed, and her brothers
giggled rather rudely, till they caught Mr.
Montfortâ€™s eye, and stopped.
â€œYoung gentlemen,â€ said Uncle John, with
an emphasis which brought the blood to
Basilâ€™s cheek, â€œdinner will be readyâ€™ â€”he
looked at his watchâ€” â€œin an hour. I dare-
say they would like something now, Mar-
garet; crackers and cheese, gingerbread, â€”
what? You'll find them something.â€ Mr.
Montfort nodded kindly, and strode away to
his study. Margaret was left alone with the
three strange children, feeling shyer than
ever before in her life. The meeting with
the three cousins of her own age, two years
ago, was nothing to this.
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â€œÂ¢ Are you hungry, boys?â€ she asked.
â€œ Starving!â€ said Merton.
â€œHe isnâ€™t,â€ said Susan D. â€œHeâ€™s been
eating all the way, ever since we left home.
Heâ€™s a greedy,â€” thatâ€™s what he is.â€™ Then,
scared: at her own voice, she hung her head
down, and put her finger in her mouth.
â€œOh, well,â€ said Margaret, â€œJ daresay you
would all be hungry before dinner-time, so
suppose we come into the pantry and see
what we can find. Will you come with me,
Susan, dear?â€ She held out her hand, but
the little girl evaded it, and followed in the
rear, holding her own hands behind her back.
â€œWill you call me Cousin Margaret?â€ the
girl went on. â€œAnd shall I call you Susie,
or do you like Susan better?â€
Susan not replying, Basil replied for her.
â€œSusan D. we call her; but Puppa calls her
Sudden Death when she acts bad; she mostly
does act bad.â€
~ â€œDonâ€™t neither!â€ muttered Susan D., scowl-
â€œDo teither!â€ retorted both brothers in a
124 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œShe ainâ€™t shy!â€ Basil went on. â€œShe's
sulky, thatâ€™s all. Mertonâ€™s shy, and I ainâ€™t.
Til tell you things, when you ask me; they
won't, half the time.â€
â€œ Well, I haven't asked you anything, yet,
have 1?â€ said Margaret, smiling, and feeling
more at ease with this boy, somehow, than
with either of the others. â€œWhat can you
tell me that is pleasant about them ?â€
â€œ Thatâ€™s so!â€ said Basil, and his lips parted
suddenly in a smile that positively trans-
figured his plain face. â€œWell, Mertâ€™s the
best boxer, and he can sing and draw. Pm
the best runner, of course, â€˜count of my legs
being long, you see.â€ He held up a long,
thin leg for Margaretâ€™s inspection. â€œSome
fellows called me Spider once, and Susan D.
scratched their faces for â€™em. Sheâ€™s great
at scratching, Susan. D. is.â€
â€œMy dear!â€ said poor Margaret. â€œTI
thought you were going to tell me the
pleasant things, Basil.â€
â€œ Ainâ€™t 1?â€ said the boy, innocently. â€œShe
was standing up for me, you see. She always
stands up for me; Mert is a sneâ€” well, what
THE DAUNTLESS THREE. 125
I was going to say, sheâ€™s a pretty good runner,
for a girl, and she can shin a rope too, better
than any of us. Mert can hang on longest
with his teeth.â€
â€œ What do you mean, child?â€ cried Mar-
garet, laughing. Basil flashed his brilliant â€”
smile on her again.
â€œTables,â€ he explained. â€œYes, please,
crackers ; and quite a lot of cheese, please.â€
â€œ Greedy Gobble!â€ interjected Merton.
â€œ Well, I like that!â€ said Basil. â€œ Who
ate my sandwich, when I was looking out of
window? I tell you what, Pd punch your
head for two cents, young feller!â€
â€œ Boys,â€ said Margaret, decidedly, â€œI can-
not have this! While you are with me, I
expect you to behave decently.â€
â€œ Yes, ma'am!â€ said both boys, with ready
cheerfulness; and Basil continued his ex-
â€œWe see which can hang on to a table
longest, donâ€™t you know, by your teeth. Did
â€œNo, I certainly never did; and â€”I donâ€™t
think you'd better try it here, Basil. It must
126 MARGARET MONTFORT.
be very hard on your teeth, besides ruining
â€œTt ain't healthy for the table,â€ Basil
admitted. â€œYou ought to see the tables at
home! It makes like a little pattern round
the edge, sometimes. Quite pretty, I think.
Say, are you the boss here?â€
Seated on the pantry dresser, swinging his
legs, the young gentleman seemed as much at
home as if he had spent his life at Fernley.
The two other children were eating hastily
and furtively, as if they feared each bite
might be their last. Basil crunched his
crackers and nibbled his cheese with an air
of perfect unconcern. â€œAre you the boss
here?â€ he repeated. |
â€œ Am I in authority, do you mean ?â€ asked
Margaret, who could not abide slang of any
kind. â€œNo, indeed, Basil. Your Uncle John
is the head of the house, in every possible
way. I hope you are all going to be very
good and obedient. He is the kindest, best
man in the whole world.â€
â€œT think heâ€™s bully,â€ said Basil. â€œTI guess
you're bully too, ainâ€™t you? And it's a bully
THE DAUNTLESS THREE. 127
| place. Hi, Mert, thereâ€™s a squirrel! Look at
him running up that tree. My! Wish I had
a pea-shooter! â€˜i
â€œBet you couldnâ€™t hit him if you had!â€
cried Merton, as all three children watched
the squirrel with breathless interest.
â€œ Bet I could!â€ said Basil, contemptuously.
â€œGuess he could hit it when you couldnâ€™t
hit a barn in the next county!â€ cried Susan
D. in a kind of small shriek ; then she caught
Margaretâ€™s eye, blushed furiously, and tried
~ to get behind her bread and butter.
â€œT say!.can we go out in the garden?â€
_ â€œYes, indeed, but wouldnâ€™t you like to
come up and see your rooms first? Such
pleasant rooms! I am sure you will like
But none of the children cared to see the
pleasant rooms. Receiving permission to play
till they heard the dinner-bell, they fled
suddenly, as if the constable were at their
heels. Margaret saw their legs twinkling
across the grass-plot. They were yelling like
red Indians, Susan D.â€™s hat blew off at the
128 MARGARET MONTFORT.
third bound ; Basil shied his cap into a bush
with a joyous whoop, then snatched off his
brotherâ€™s and threw that after it. Merton
grappled him with a shout, and they rolled
over and over at the feet of their sister, who
bent down and pummelled them both with
might and main, shrieking with excitement.
As Margaret gazed aghast, preparing to fly
and interfere, she heard a quiet laugh behind
her, and turning, saw Mr. Montfort looking
over her shoulder.
â€œ Battle, Murder, and Sudden Death!â€ he
said. â€œSeparate them? On no account, my
dear! They have been shut up for hours,
and their muscles need stretching. Donâ€™t be
alarmed, my child; I know this kind.â€ Poor
Margaret sighed. She did not know this
THE FIRST CONQUEST.
Wuen Margaret went to bed that night,
she felt as if she had been whipped with
rods. Head, heart, and back, all ached in
sympathy. The children were in bed; that
is, she had left them in bed; their staying
there was another matter ; however, all three
were tired after their journey, and Uncle John
thought the chances were that they would fall
asleep before they had time to think of doing
anything else. Among the three, the little
girl was the one who oppressed Margaret with
a sense of defeat, a sense of her own incom-
petence. She had not expected to understand
the boys; she had never had any experience
of boys ; but she had expected to win the little
girl to her, and make her a little friend,
perhaps almost a sister. Susan D. received
her advances with an elfish coldness that
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130 MARGARET MONTFORT.
had something not human in it, Margaret
thought. The child was like a changeling,
in the old fairy stories. That evening, when
bedtime came, Margaret went up with her
to the pretty room, hoping for a pleasant
time. She sat down and took the little girl
on her knee. â€œ Let us have a cuddle, dear!â€
she said ; â€œput your head down on my shoul-
der, and I will sing you one of my own
bedtime songs, that my nurse used to sing
Susan D. sat bold upright, not a yielding
joint in all her body.
â€œDonâ€™t you like songs?â€ asked Margaret,
stroking the tow-coloured hair gently.
â€œNo!â€ said the child; and with the word
she wriggled off Margaretâ€™s lap, and stood
twisting her fingers awkwardly, and frowning
at the floor. Margaret sighed. _
â€œThen we will undress and get to bed,â€ she
said, trying to speak lightly. â€œYou must be
very tired, little girl. Isnâ€™t that a pretty bed?
Is your bed at home like this? Tell me about
your room, won "bt you, Susie?â€
But Susan D. still twisted her. ee and
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frowned, and would not say a single word.
She made no resistance, however, when Mar-
garet helped her off with her clothes. â€œYou
are big enough to undress yourself, of course,â€
the girl said, â€œbut I will help you to-night,
because -you are tired, and you must feel
strange, coming so far away from home.
Poor little mite!â€™â€™ The child looked so
small and slight, standing with her dress
off, and her thin shoulders stickmg out
like wings, that Margaret felt a sudden
thrill of compassion, and stooping, kissed
the freckled cheek warmly. The colour came
into the childâ€™s face, but she stood like a stock,
never moving a muscle, never raising her eyes
to take note of the pretty, tasteful arrange-
- ments to which Margaret had given such
thought and pains. But the undressing
went on, and presently she was in her little â€”
nightgown, with her hair unbraided and
smoothly brushed. She might be pretty,
Margaret decided, when she filled out a
little, and had a pleasanter expression. She
was so little! Surely there must be one more
effort, this first night.
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â€œShall I hear you say your prayers, dear?â€
asked Margaret, taking the childâ€™s two hands
in hers. Susan D. shook her head resolutely.
â€œNo? You like better to say them by your-
self? Then I will come back in a few minutes,
and tuck you up in your little nest.â€
The child gave no sign; and when Mar-
garet came back, she was standing in the
same spot, in. the same position. She got
imto bed obediently, and made no resistance
when Margaret tucked the bedclothes in,
patted her shoulder, and gave her a last
goodnight kiss. She might as well have
kissed the pillow for any response there
was, but at least there had been no shrink-
ing this time. â€œGood night, Susan D.,â€ said
Margaret, cheerfully, pausing at the door.
â€œGood night, dear! Susan, I think you must
answer when you are spoken to.â€
â€œGood night!â€ said Susan D. Margaret
shut the door softly and went away. As
she passed along the corridor that ran
round the hall, something struck her fore-
head lightly. She looked up, and narrowly
escaped getting a fish-hook in her eye. Mer-
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ton looked over the banisters, and smiled ap-
pealingly. â€œIwas fishinâ€™,â€ he said. â€œThereâ€™s -
fish-lines in the drawers of the sofa. I guess I
"most caught a whale, didnâ€™t 1?â€
â€œ Merton, you must go to bed at once!â€ said
Margaret. â€œHow long have you been stand-
ing there in your nightgown? You might
catch your death.â€ (It had been one of old
Katyâ€™s maxims that if you stood about in
your nightgown for however short a time,
you inevitably got your death. Margaret
had never doubted it till this moment.) â€œT
am coming up now to tuck you both up!â€
she added, with a happy inspiration.
There was a hasty scuffle, then a rush,
accompanied by smothered squeals. When
Margaret reached the nursery, both boys
were in bed. Mertonâ€™s blue eyes were wide
open, and fixed on her with mournful ear-
nestness ; Basil was asleep, the clothes tucked
in well under his chi. He lay on his back,
â€œhis mouth slightly opened; he was snoring Â©
gently, but unobtrusively. Poor child! no
doubt he was tired enough. But how had
Merton managed to make so much noise?
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Margaret looked around her, and Mertonâ€™s
gaze grew more intense. His own clothes
lay mm a heap on the floor, but where were
his brotherâ€™s? Andâ€”and what was that,
smoothly folded over the back of a chair?
A clean nightgown ?
But when Merton saw his cousinâ€™s eyes fix
on the nightgown, he exploded in a bubbling
laugh. â€œHeâ€”he ainâ€™t undressed at all!â€
he cried, gleefully. â€œHe never! heâ€™s got his
boots on, and every singleâ€”â€ The speech
got no further. There was a flying whirl of
blankets, a leap, and Basil was on his broth-
erâ€™s chest, pounding him with right good will.
â€œYou sneak!â€ he cried. Tl teach youâ€”â€
There was no time to think; the child
would be killed before her eyes. Margaret
took a firm hold on Basilâ€™s collar, and dragged
him off by main strength, he still clawing the
air. Unconsciously, she gave him a hearty
shake before she let go; the boy staggered
back a few paces; who would have thought
that Margaret had such strength in her slen-
der wrists? â€˜The crisis over, she panted, and
felt faint for an instant; Basil, after a moment
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of bewilderment, looked at her, and the smile
broke all over his face, a moment before black
â€œGot me that time, didnâ€™t you?â€ he said,
simply. â€œHeâ€™s a mean sneak, Mert is. Tl
serve him out to-morrow, donâ€™t you be
â€œBasil, what does this mean?â€ asked
Margaret, severely. â€œWhy are you not in
bed?â€ Then as Basil sent an eloquent glance
at the pillow where his head had been lying
so quietly, she added, â€œWhy are you not
undressed, I mean? I am afraid you have
been very naughty, both of you, boys.â€
â€œWell, you see,â€ said Basil, apologetically,
â€œthere was all kinds of things in the drawers,
and then I got on the rocking-horse, and it
wasnâ€™t but just a minute before you came up.
I say, isnâ€™t this a bully room, Cousin Mar-
garet? I think Uncle John was awfully good
to give us such a room as this. Why doesnâ€™t
- he sleep here himself? Bet I would, if I
owned the house. I say, do those marbles
belong to him?â€
â€œT suppose so,â€ said Margaret, smiling in
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spite of herself ; â€œyes, - am sure they were
his. But now, Basil, â€”
â€œ Well, see here!â€ cried the boy, excitedly.
â€œBecause, you see, theyâ€™re worth a lot, some
of â€™em. Why, thereâ€™s agates,â€”why, they
are perfect beauties! Just look!â€ He ran
towards the sofa, but Margaret stopped him
â€œTo-morrow, Basil!â€ he said. â€œ To-morrow
you shall show me everything you like; but
now you must go to bed, this very moment.
I am pretty tired, but I shall sit outside on
the landing, till you tell me that you are in
bed; then I shall come a and make sure for
air and tuck you in.â€™
Basil illuminated the room again. Â«Will
you?â€ he cried. â€œ Honest, will you tuck us
Margaret nodded, wondering, and with-
drew to the landing, where she sat with her
head in her hands, saying to herself, â€œ Let
nothing disturb thee, nothing affright thee â€”â€
_ Basil spoke through the keyhole. â€œCousin
â€œYes, Basil; are you ready so soon?â€
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â€œNo, not quite. I wanted to say, â€”do you
think you ought to spank me?â€
â€œNo, certainly not, my dear!â€
â€œâ€™Cause you can, if you think youâ€™d better.â€
â€œNo, no, Basil; only do get to bed, like a
A sudden plunge was heard, a thump, and
the agonised shriek of a suffering bedstead.
â€œNow Iâ€™m in bed!â€ said Basil. Margaret
picked up the two heaps of clothing, and laid
them neatly on two chairs. â€œI want you to
do this yourselves after this,â€ she explained.
â€œ Tt isnâ€™t nice to leave your things on the floor.â€
â€œ All right!â€? â€œWe will!â€ said both boys ;
and then they joined in a fervent appeal to
her not to turn their knickerbockers upside
down. â€œâ€™Cause all the things in your pockets
spill out,â€ said Merton.
â€œAnd then you get â€™em mixed, and canâ€™t
tell what belongs where,â€ cried Basil.
â€œThank you, Cousin Margaret; thatâ€™s bully!â€ .
Margaret tucked Merton in first; he looked
so dimpled and pretty, she was tempted to
offer a caress, but the recollection of Susan D.
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kept her from it. Turning away, she came to
Basilâ€™s bed. The boy watched her intently as
she smoothed the bedclothes with practised
hand, and tucked them in exactly right, not
too tight and not too loose. There are several
ways of tucking a person into bed. With a
pleasant â€œGood night!â€ she was about to
leave him, but something in the boyâ€™s face
held her. â€œIs there anything you want, my
dear?â€ she asked, gently. Basil looked at
her; then turned his head away. â€œ Mother
used to put me to bed!â€ he muttered, so low
that Margaret could hardly hear. She did
hear, however; and instantly stooping over
the boy, she kissed him warmly. Thank
Heaven, here was one who did want to be
loved. â€œDear Basil,â€™ she said, tenderly.
â€œDear boy, you shall tell me all about her
some day. Will you?â€ The boy nodded;
his eyes were eloquent, but he did not speak.
Her heart still warm, Margaret looked across
at Merton; but Basil plucked her gown and
whispered, â€œ Heâ€” doesnâ€™t know. He canâ€™t
remember her. Perhaps you can _ teach
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Margaret nodded, kissed the boyâ€™s white
forehead once more, and went away with a
lighter heart than she had brought with her.
On the floor below she paused to listen at
Susanâ€™s door; all was quiet there. Cousin
Sophronia was asleep, too, no doubt ; Margaret
had spent part of the evening with her, read-
ing, and listening to her doleful prophecies of
the miseries entailed by the coming of â€œthese
dreadful children!â€ It was nearly her own
bedtime, too, for between Cousin Sophronia
and the children the evening had slipped away
all too fast. But surely she might have a few
minutes of peace and joy? The library door
â€˜stood open; from it there came a stream of
cheerful light, and the perfume of a Manila
cigar. Oh, good! Uncle John had not gone
to his study ; he was waiting for her. As she
passed Miss Sophroniaâ€™s door, Margaret fan-
cied she heard a call; but she was not sure,
and for once she was rebellious. She flew
â€˜down-stairs, and ran into the library.
The pleasant room lay in shade, save for
the bright gleam of the reading-lamp. Among
the books which lined the walls from floor to
140 MARGARET MONTFORT.
ceiling, the gilded backs of the smaller vol-
umes caught the light and sent it back in soft,
broken twinklings ; but the great brown folios
on the lower shelves were half lost in a com-
fortable duskiness. The crimson curtains were
drawn before the open windows, and the even-
ing wind waved them lightly now and then,
sending new: shadows to chase the old ones
along the walls and ceiling. The thick old
Turkey carpet held every possible shade of
soft, faded richness, and the brown leather
armchairs looked as if they had been sat in by
generations of book-loving Montforts, as in-
deed they had. And amid all this sober com-
fort, by the great library table with its orderly
litter of magazines atid new books, sat Mr.
John Montfort, book im hand and cigar in
mouth, a breathing statue of Ease, in a brown
velvet smoking-jacket. He looked up, and,
seeing Margaret in the doorway, laid down
his book, and held out his hand with a ges-
ture of welcome. â€œ Well, my girl,â€ he said,
â€œcome and tell me all about it!â€
With a great sigh of relief, Margaret
dropped on the rug at her uncleâ€™s feet, and
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laid her tired head on his knee. â€œUncle
John!â€ she said. â€œOh, Uncle John!â€ That
seemed to be all she wanted to say; she shut
her eyes, and gave herself up to the comfort
which only comes with rest after fatigue.
Mr. Montfort strokedâ€™ her hair gently, with
a touch as light as a womanâ€™s. Then he took
up his book again, and began to read aloud.
It was a curious old book, bound in black
leather, with great silver clasps.
â€œJn that isle is a dead sea or lake, that has no
bottom; and if any thing falls into it, it will never
come up again. In that lake grow reeds, which
they call Thaby, that are thirty fathoms long; and
of these reeds they make fair houses. And there
are other reeds, not so long, that grow near the land,
and have roots full a quarter of a furlong long or
more, at the knots of which roots precious stones
are found that have great virtues; for he who carries .
any of them upon him may not be hurt by iron or
steel; and therefore they who have those stones on
them fight very boldly both by sea and land; and
therefore, when their enemies are aware of this, they
shoot at them darts without iron or steel, and so hurt
and slay them. And also of those reeds they make
houses and ships and other things, as we here make
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houses and ships of oak, or of any other tree. And
let no man think I am joking, for I have seen these
reeds with my own eyes.â€
The words flowed on and on; Margaret felt
her troubles smoothing themselves out, melt-
ing away. â€œWho is this pleasant person?â€
she asked, without raising her head.
â€œSir John Mandeville,â€ said her uncle.
â€œRest a bit still, and we'll go and see the
Chan of Cathay with him. Here we are!â€
He turned a page or two, and read again:
â€œThe emperor has his table alone by himself,
which is of gold and precious stones; or of crystal,
bordered with gold and full of precious stones; or
of amethysts, or of lignum aloes, that comes out of
Paradise; or of ivory bound or bordered with gold.
And under the emperorâ€™s table sit four clerks, who
write all that the emperor says, be it good or evil;
for all that he says must be held good; for he may
not change his word nor revoke it.â€
â€œOh, but I shouldnâ€™t like that, Uncle
John!â€ cried Margaret. â€œI shouldnâ€™t like
that at all! Should you?â€
â€œT donâ€™t think it would be agreeable,â€ Mr.
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Montfort admitted. â€œBut when we come to
anything we donâ€™t like, we can suppose that
Sir John was â€” shall we call it embroidering ?
And how does my girl feel now? Are the
wrinkles smoothing out at all?â€
â€œAll smooth!â€ replied the girl. â€œ All
gone, Uncle John. I was only a little tired;
and â€” Uncle John â€”â€
â€œ Yes, dear child.â€
â€œYou must expect that I shall do a great
many wrong things, at first. I am very igno-
rant, and â€”well, not very old, perhaps. If
only I can make the children love me!â€
â€œ They'd better love you,â€ said Uncle John.
â€œ Tf they donâ€™t, they'll get the stick. Butdonâ€™t .
fret, Margaret ; I am not going to fret, and I
shall not let you do it. The little girl seems
slightly abnormal, at first sight; but the
boys â€” â€
â€œYes, Uncle John?â€ and Margaret raised
her head and looked eagerly at her uncle,
hoping for some light that would make all
clear to her. â€œThe boys?â€
â€œWhy, the boys are just boys, my dear ;
nothing in the world but plain boys. Two of
144 _ MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€˜em instead of four,â€” thank your stars that
you are in this generation instead of the last,
my love ; and now take this little head off to
bed, and donâ€™t let another anxious thought
come into it. Good night, my child.â€
â€œTr you please, Miss Margaret, the lady
would like to speak to you, in her room.â€
â€œMiss Montfort?â€ (Elizabeth never would
call Miss Sophronia Miss Montfort.) â€œYes,
Elizabeth, I will be up in a moment; tell her,
Hastily pinning her collar,â€”it was near
breakfast-time, and she had been longer than
usual in dressing, â€” Margaret ran up to the
Blue Room. Miss Sophronia, in curl-papers
and a long, yellow wrapper, was standing near
the window, apparently rigid with horror.
â€œWhat is it, Cousm Sophronia? What
can I do for you?â€
- â€œ Margaret, I told you, â€”I warned you. I
warned John Montfort. No one can say
that I neglected my duty in this respect;
my conscience is clear. Now look, â€”I desire
146 MARGARET MONTFORT.
you, look out of that window, and tell me
what you think.â€
Margaret looked. At first she saw nothing
but the clear glass, and, beyond it, the blue
sky and waving trees. But, looking again,
she became aware of two objects dangling
over the upper part of the pane; a black
object, and a white object; two small legs,
onÃ© bare, the other in stocking and_ shoe.
The legs were swinging back and forth,
keeping time to a clear and lively whistle,
and now and then one of them gave a little
kick, as of pure content.
â€œDo you see?â€ demanded Miss Sophronia,
in tragic tone.
â€œYes, Cousin Sophronia, I see. I canâ€™t
think â€” but I'll run up at once and see what
it means, and bring the child down. Iâ€”â€
Margaret waited to say no more, but flew
up-stairs, only pausing to cast a hasty glance
into Susan D.â€™s room, the door of which
stood open. The room was empty; so, when
she reached the top of the stairs, was the
nursery. She entered a small room that
was used as a storeroom; its one window
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looked directly on the roof, and this win-
dow stood wide open. Running to look out,
Margaret saw Susan D., seated astride of a
gable, dangling her legs as aforesaid, and
apparently enjoying herself immensely. The
whistle stopped when she saw her cousin, and
the cheerful look gave place to one of sul-
â€œSusan, my dear child, what are you doing
â€œLooking for my other stocking,â€ replied
â€œ Your stocking ?â€
â€œYes. I dropped it out of the window,
and I came up here to look for it.â€
â€œShe thought she could see better!â€ ex-
plained Basil, appearing suddenly from be-
hind the chimney. â€œIâ€”good morning,
Cousin Margaret. I slept very well, thank
â€œSo did I!â€ chimed in Susan D., with
suspicious readiness. â€œI slept very well.
Good morning, Cousin Margaret, thank
â€œThat isnâ€™t right,â€ said Basil, as Mar-
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garet looked in bewilderment from one to
the other; â€œyou are such a stupid, Susan D.
You see,â€ he added, turning to Margaret,
â€œTâ€™ve been telling her that sheâ€™s got to
have better manners, and speak when sheâ€™s
spoken to; and, if she behaves pretty well,
sheâ€™s going to get some hard stamps she
wants; and if she doesnâ€™tâ€”â€
â€œTam,â€ said Susan D. â€œ Amnâ€™t I, Cousin
It was the first time the child had ad-
dressed Margaret directly, and the latter
hastened to assure her that her morning
greeting would do very well indeed. â€œBut,
dear children,â€™ she cried, â€œI cannot let you
stay here. Indeed, you ought never to have
come up; I donâ€™t believe Uncle John would
like to have you on the roof at all; and
it is breakfast-time, and Cousin Sophronia
has been a good deal frightened, Susie, at
seeing your legs dangling over her window
in this fashion.â€
â€œWe arenâ€™t hurting the old roof!â€ cried
boy and girl, in eager self-defence.
â€œOh, my dears! It isnâ€™t the roof, itâ€™s
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your precious necks, that you might be
breaking at this moment. How are you
gong to get back? Basil, it makes me
dizzy to look at you.â€
â€œThen I wouldnâ€™t look,â€ said Basil, cheer-
fully. â€œTm all right, Cousin Margaret, just
truly lam. Why, I just live on roofs, every
chance I get. And this is a bully roof to
Margaret covered her eyes with her hands,
as the boy came tripping along the ridge-pole
towards her; but the next moment she put
the hands down resolutely. â€œLet me help
you!â€ she said. â€œSusan, take my hand,
dear, and let me help you in.â€ *
But Susan D. needed no helping hand; she
scrambled up the slope of the roof like a
squirrel, and wriggled in at the window
before Margaret could lay hands on her.
â€œTm all right!â€ she said, shyly. â€œTI didnâ€™t
find my stocking, though. Ill get another
par.â€ But Margaret soon found the stock-
ing, and in due time could report to Cousin
Sophronia that the children were both safe
on the ground, and more or less ready for
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breakfast. Merton had not shared in the roof
expedition ; he had climbed the great chest-
nut-tree instead, and appeared at breakfast
with most of the buttons off his jacket, and
a large barn-door tear in his knickerbockers.
Miss Sophronia greeted the children with
firmness. â€œ How do you do, my dears?â€ she
said. â€œI am your Cousin Sophronia, and I
shall take the place of a mamma to you while
you are here. If you do as I tell you, we shall
get on very well, I dare say. You are Basil?
Yes, you look like your Uncle Reuben. You
remember Reuben, John? What a trouble-
some boy he was, to be sure! And this is
Merton. Hâ€™m! Yes! The image of his
father. Anthony; to be sure! And what
is your name, child? Susan D.? Ah, yes!
For your Aunt Susan, of course. And are
you a good girl, Susan D.?â€
Susan D. hung her head, and looked
â€œ Always answer when you are spoken to,â€
said the lady, with mild severity. â€œIâ€™m afraid
your father has let you run wild, but we will
alter all that. Little boy â€” Merton, I mean,
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you are taking too much sugar on your por-
ridge. Too much sugar is very bad for chil-
dren. Hand me the bowl, if you please.
Iam obliged to take a good deal of sugar â€”
the doctorâ€™s orders! There are oneâ€” two
â€”three buttons off your jacket. This will
â€œT scraped â€™em off, shinning up the tree,â€
said Merton, sadly. â€œI barked all my shins,
too; but I found the squirrelâ€™s nest.â€
â€œOh, Merton, you didnâ€™t meddle with it?â€
cried Margaret. â€œThat little squirrel is so
tame, I should be very sorry to have him
teased. You didnâ€™t tease him, did you,
Merton looked injured. â€œTI just put my
hand into his old hole, and he bit me, nasty
thing! Tl kill him, first chance I get.â€
â€œYou will do nothing of the kind,â€ said
Mr. Montfort, quietly. â€œYou will let the
squirrel alone, Merton, or I shall have to
â€˜stop the climbing altogether. You wunder-
- â€œYes, sir,â€ said Merton. â€œOw! you stop
152 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œDid you speak to me, sir?â€ inquired Mr.
_ â€œWell, he kicked my sore shin,â€ growled
Merton, glaring savagely at Basil. Basil
chuckled gleefully. Mr. Montfort looked
from one to the other.
â€œ Kick each other as much as you like out-
of-doors,â€ he said. â€œHere, you can either
behave yourselves or leave the table. Take
your choice.â€™ He spoke very quietly, and
went on with his letter, without another
glance at the boys; indeed, no second glance
was needed, for the children behaved remark-
ably well through the rest of breakfast.
That morning was a trying time for Mar-
garet. She tried hard to. remember her
uncleâ€™s parting words, as he drove away:
â€œLet them run, these first few days, and
donâ€™t worry; above all, donâ€™t worry!â€
Yes, but how could she help worrying? If
it had been only running! But these children
never seemed content to stay on their feet for
ten minutes together. Now they were turn-
ing somersaults round and round the grass-
plot, till her head grew dizzy, and Cousin
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Sophronia screamed from the window that
they would all be dead of apoplexy im less
than ten minutes. Now they were hanging
by their heels from the lower branches of the
horse-chestnut tree, daring each other to turn
a somersault in the air and so descend. Now
Merton was teasing Chiquito, and getting his
finger bitten, and howling, while Basil jeered
at him, and wanted to know whether a sixty-
year-old bird was likely to stand â€œsauceâ€
from a ten-year-old monkey. Now Susan D.
had caught her frock on a bramble, and torn
a long, jagged rent across the front breadth,
that filled Margaret with despair. Poor
Susan D.! By afternoon, Miss Sophronia
had taken her ito custody, and marched
her off to her own room, to stay there till
â€œThe child was rebellious, my dear Mar- -
garet ;- positively disrespectful. A little disci-
pline, my love, is what that child needs. It is
â€˜my duty to give it to her, and I shall do my
duty cheerfully. At your age, it is not to be ex-
pected that you should know anything about
children. Leave all to me, and you will-be.
154 MARGARET MONTFORT.
surprised at the result. A firm rein for a few
weeks, â€” I shall manage her, never fear!â€
Margaret was humble-minded, and fully
conscious of her total lack of experience ; still,
she could not feel that a system of repres-
sion was the one most likely to succeed with
â€œTf we could win the childâ€™s affection,â€ she
began, timidly. Miss Sophronia pounced upon
â€œMy love, you naturally think so! Believe
me, I know what I am talking about. I have
practically brought up Williamâ€™s children ;
the result is astonishing, everybody says
so.â€ (Hverybody did, but their astonishment
was hardly what the good lady fancied it.)
â€œTrust, â€” dearest Margaret, simply confide
absolutely in me! So important, I always
say, for the young to have entire confidence
in their elders.â€ .
Margaret was thankful when dinner was
over, and her cousin gone to take her after-~
noon nap. Basil was in a lowering mood,
the result of his sisterâ€™s imprisonment. He
would do nothing but rage against Cousin
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Sophronia, so Margaret was finally obliged to
send him away, and sit down with a sigh
to her work, alone.
It was very pleasant and peaceful on the
verandah. The garden was hot and sunny at
this hour, but here the shade lay cool and
grateful, and Margaret felt the silence like
balm on her fretted spirit. It was all wrong
that she should be so fretted ; she argued with
herself, scolded, tried to bring herself to a
better frame of mind; but nature was too
strong for her, and the best she could do was
to resolve that she would try, and keep on try-
ing, her very best; and that Uncle John
should not know how worried she was. That,
surely, she could manage: to keep a smiling
face when he was at home, and to made light
of all these hourly pin-pricks that seemed to
her sensitive nature like sword-thrusts,
So quiet! Only the sound of the soft wind
in the great chestnut-trees, and the clear notes
-of a bird in the upper branches. A rose-
breasted grosbeak! Her uncle had been
teaching her something about birds, and she â€”
knew this beautiful creature, and loved to
156 MARGARETâ€™ MONTFORT.
watch him as he hovered about the nest
where his good wife sat. His song was
almost like the orioleâ€™s, Margaret thought.
She laid down her embroidery, and watched
the flashes of crimson appear and disappear.
What a wonderful, beautiful thing! How
_ good to live in the green country, where
lovely sights and sounds were oneâ€™s own, all
day long. Why should one let oneself be
distressed, even if things did not go just to
oneâ€™s mind ?
A soft cloud seemed to be stealing over her
spirit; it was not sleep, but just a waking
dream, of peace and beauty, and the love of
all lovely things in the green and blossoming
world, where life floated by to the music of
â€œT beg your pardon, Miss Margaret ; were
you asleep, miss?â€
Margaret sat upright, and looked a little
severe. It would never do even to look as if
she had been asleep, in the middle of the after-
noon. â€œNo, Elizabeth,â€ she said. â€œ What is
wanted ?â€ |
â€œOnly miss, Frances was wishful to know Â©
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whether she should keep Master Mertonâ€™s din-
ner any longer, or whether sheâ€™d cook some-
thing fresh for him along with his supper.â€
No more dreaming for Margaret! She
sprang to her feet, suddenly conscious of the
fact that Merton had not been seen for several
hours. It could not have been more than
eleven oâ€™clock when he was in her room;
nowâ€” â€œ What time is it, Elizabeth?â€
â€œ Going on five, Miss Margaret. Mr. Mont-
fortâ€™ll soon be here, miss; maybe Master
Merton might have gone to meet him.â€
Margaret shook her head; that did not
seem at all likely. She hailed Basil, who
came sauntering up the gravel walk, his
brow still clouded, kicking the pebbles before
â€œOh, Basil, have you seen Merton? He
has not been in the house since this morning,
and I am anxious about him.â€
Basil shrugged his shoulders. â€œRun away,
-most likely!â€ he said, carelessly. â€œ Heâ€™s
always running away, Mert is.â€
- â€œ Always running away! But where could
he run to, Basil? He does not know his way
158 MARGARET MONTFORT.
about here. He surely would not run away
in a strange place.â€ | a
' Basil smiled superior. â€œThatâ€™s just why
heâ€™d do it. He likes to find out new places;
we both do. I wouldnâ€™t leave Susan D., or
Td have gone, too, bet I would. No use
staying here, to be bossed round.â€
â€œOh, Basil, donâ€™t talk so, but help me, like
a dear boy, to find Merton.â€
Basil stood uncertain. He raised a threaten-
ing glance towards Miss Sophroniaâ€™s window ;
but Margaret was beside him in a moment.
â€œBasil, to please me!â€ she said. She laid
her hand on the boyâ€™s shoulder. He stood
still, and Margaret had a moment of painful
doubt; but the next instant he raised his face
to her with his own enchanting smile. â€œ All
right!â€ he said. â€œYou are all right, Cousin
Margaret, whatever other folks are, and Ill
help you every single bit I can.â€ .
â€œ Thatâ€™s my good, helpful boy!â€ said Mar-
garet, heartily. â€œOh, Basil, you and I to- -
gether can do a great deal, but alone I feel
rather helpless. You shall be my little â€”
no, not little â€” you shall be my brother, and
_ A NEWCOMER. 159
tell me how to manage Merton and Susan, and
make them love me. But the first thing is to
find Merton. What can have become of the
child? Where shall we look for him?â€
â€œT think perhaps down by the bog,â€ said
Basil, looking very important and pleased
with his new responsibility. â€œHe said he
was going down there, first chance he got.
I meant to go, too, but I wonâ€™t if you donâ€™t
want me to, Cousin Margaret. Thereâ€™s a
_ â€œThereâ€™s aâ€”a superb workman down
there; do you know him, Cousin Margaret ?
I guess heâ€™s the boss, or something. He wears
blue overalls and a blue jumper, and he can
vault â€”oh my! how that fellow can vault!â€
â€œ Basil, I donâ€™t feel at all sure that your
uncle would wish you to be talking with
strange workmen. At any rate, I think you
ought to ask leave, donâ€™t you?â€
-â€œ Maybe I ought!â€ said Basil, cheerfully.
â€œ But itâ€™s too late now, you see, cause I have
talked to him, quite lots, and heâ€™s awfully
jolly. Oh, Jonah! I do believe there he is
160 MARGARET MONTFORT.
now; andâ€”Cousin Margaret! L do believe
heâ€™s got Mert with him! Look!â€
Margaret looked. A man was coming
across the field that lay beyond the garden
wall; a workimgman, from his blue overalls
and jumper; a young man, from the way he
moved, and from his light, springy step.
Margaret could not see his face, but his hair
was red; she could see that over the burden
that he carried in his arms.
Coming nearer, this burden was seen to be
a child. A chimney-sweeper? No, for chim-
ney-sweepers are not necessarily wet; do not
drip black mud from head to foot; do not
run streams of black bog water.
â€œMerton!â€ cried poor Margaret, who knew
well the look of that mud and water. â€˜Oh,
what has happened? Isâ€”is he hurt?â€ she
cried out, running towards the wall.
The young workman raised a cheerful face,
streaked with black, and presenting the ap-
pearance of a light-hearted savage in trim for
â€œNot a bit hurt!â€ he called in return.
â€œAll right, only wet, and a trifle muddy.
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Little chapâ€™s had a bath, thatâ€™s all. Hope
you havenâ€™t been anxious about him.â€
â€œOh, yes, I have been anxiousâ€”thank you!
You are sure â€” he has not been in danger?â€
â€œWell,â€ the stranger admitted, â€œjust as
well I was there, perhaps. It isnâ€™t a safe
place for children, you see. How are you
now, old chap? He was a bit dizzy when I
picked him up, you see.â€
Merton lifted his black head, and looked
ruefully at Margaret.
â€œYou told me not to go!â€ he said. â€œI
won't go again.â€
â€œWell, I guess you wonâ€™t!â€ cried Basil,
excitedly. â€œ Why, youâ€™ve been in all over ; itâ€™s
all up to your chin, and some of itâ€™s on the
back of your head. I say, you must â€”â€
The young man made him a sign quickly.
â€œ Heâ€™s all right!â€ he said. â€œMud baths ex-
tremely hygienic ; recommended by the medi-
cal fraternity ; a â€” where did you say I should
â€œOh, I beg your pardon!â€ cried Margaret.
â€œTam letting you hold him all this time, and
you are getting all wet, too.â€
162 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œâ€œ No consequence, not the least in the world.
Besides, â€” past participle perhaps more appro-
priate than present.â€
Margaret led the way to the verandah, and
the stranger finally deposited his burden on
the steps. Looking down at himself, he
seemed for the first time aware of his sin-
gular appearance, for he blushed, and, lifting
his cap, was turning away with a muttered
apology, in which the word â€œclothesâ€ was
the only word Margaret could hear.
â€œOh!â€ she cried, â€œyou are not going yet!
Iâ€”I have not thanked you! You have
saved the childâ€™s life, I know you have. I
â€”I have seen something of that bog,â€ she
shuddered. â€œ Mr. Montfort will want to see
you, and thank you himself. Do at least tell
me your name, so that we may know who it is
that has done us this great service.â€
But here the young man caught sight of his
face, reflected in a window-pane, and lost the
last vestige of self-possession. â€œ Ifâ€”if you'll
excuse me,â€ he cried, â€œI think Tâ€™ll go before
Mr. Montfort comes. The costume of a Mo-
hawk,on the war-pathâ€”effective, but unusual ;
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aâ€”call to-morrow if I may, to see if the
little chap is all right. Mr. Montfort kindly
asked meâ€” good day!â€
â€œBut you havenâ€™t told her your name!â€
Basil shouted after hin.
â€œOh! Of course !â€”aâ€” Merryweather !
â€œT MUST HELP MYSELF.â€
â€œT find a telegram here which obliges me to run on
to Philadelphia at once. I may be away all the week;
do as well as you can, dear child, and donâ€™t let B., M.,
and S. D. tear you to pieces. I forgot to tell you
that the young man in charge of the bog-draining
turns out to be the son of an old friend of mine,
Miles Merryweather. I asked him to come up to
the house; if he should come while I am away, you
will be good to him. I will let you know by telegraph
when to expect me.
â€œ Always affectionately yours,
â€œ Jonn Montrort.â€
Margaret read this brief letter with a sink-
ing heart. How was she to keep up without
Uncle John? How was she to cope with all
the difficulties that beset her path like sharp-
thorned briers ? If she had but Aunt Faith â€”
â€œtT MUST HELP MYSELF.â€ 165
if she had but some one to turn to! She had
tried to take counsel with Mrs. Peyton, but
the beautiful woman was still, at fifty, a spoiled
child, far younger in many ways than Mavr-
garet herself; she would only laugh, and
advise her to get rid of Miss Sophronia by
some trick, or practical joke.
â€œ Freeze her out, my dear! Get rid of fee:
somehow! That is all the advice I can give
you. And bring the young barbarians to see
me ; I am sure they will amuse me.â€
Margaret had just been acting on this last
request. She had taken the two boys to see
the invalid, and had left them there now, com-
ing away with a sore and angry heart. Mrs.
Peyton had been drawing the children out,
laughing at their remarks about their cousin,
and paying no regard to Margaretâ€™s entreaties.
- At length Margaret had simply come away,
with no more than a brief â€œ Good afternoon !â€
feeling that she could not trust herself to say
more. Emily Peyton only laughed; she had Â©
full confidence in her charm, and thought she
could bring back her puritanical little friend
whenever she chose to smile in a particular
166 MARGARET MONTFORT.
way ; meanwhile, the children were a new toy,
and amused her.
But Margaret felt that she had had almost
enough of Mrs. Peyton. Beauty was a great
deal, charm and grace were a great deal more ;
but they did not take the place of heart. No, Â©
there was no one to help her! Well, then she
must help herself, that was all !
She stood still, her mind full of this new
thought. She was eighteen years old; she
was well and strong, and possessed of average
intelligence. â€˜â€œ Look here!â€ she said suddenly,
aloud. â€œIf you cannot manage those chil-
dren, why, I am ashamed of you. Do you
The other self, the timid one, did hear, and
took heart. The girl felt new strength com-
ing to her. The world had changed, some-
how ; the giants, â€” were they only windmills,
after all? Up, lance, and at them!
In this changed mood she went on, hum-
ming a little song to herself. As she drew
near the wood that skirted the bog, the song
was answered by another, trolled in a cheerful
â€œT MUST HELP MYSELF,â€ 167
â€œThe lady was pleased for to see him so bold;
She gave him her glove that was flowered with gold ;
She said she had found it while walking around,
As she was a-hunting with her dog and her gun.â€
The â€œblue boy,â€ as she mentally called him,
came dancing out of the wood, throwing up
his cap, and singing as he came. At sight of
Margaret he paused, in some confusion, cap
â€œTâ€”T beg your pardon,â€ he said. â€œ1 trust
I did not disturb you with my carol? There
_ isnâ€™t generally any one here, you know; I get
rather to feel as if it all belonged to me. I
hope the little chap is all right to-day, Miss â€”
Is it Miss Montfort?â€
â€œOh, yes! Certainly!â€ said Margaret,
blushing in her turn. â€œT ought to have said,
of course â€” yes, thank you, Mr. Merryweather,
Merton is quite well to-day ; and I really think
he has had a lesson, for he has not run away
since, and it is two or three days ago. Iâ€”
my uncle has been suddenly called away on
business, but he asked me to say â€” that is, we
- shall be very glad to see you at the house any
day ; Miss Montfort, his cousin, â€”my uncleâ€™s
168 MARGARET MONTFORT,
cousin, â€”is there with me and the chil-
â€œ Thanks awfully,â€ murmured Gerald. â€œTd
like to come ever so much, some day; but I
keep all in a mess soâ€”â€ he glanced down
ruefully at his blue clothes, and finding them
quite respectably clean, brightened visibly.
â€œ My father was at school with Mr. Montfort ;
Miles Merryweather, perhaps he told you,
Miss Montfort ?â€
â€œYes, he told me. Iâ€”I always think
Uncle John must have been such a delightful
boy. I am sure they must have had good
â€œSo was the Pater, no end; I mean, my
father was an agreeable youth also.â€ Ger-
ald stopped short, and glanced sidelong at
the young girl. He was well used to girls,
having sisters and cousins ; but they were used
to him, too, and he somehow felt that this
sweet, serious-looking maiden was not accus-
tomed to young men, and that he must, as he
silently put it to himself, â€œconsider the pru-
dent P, and the quaintly quiggling Q.â€
â€œAnd Uncle John must have been a bril-
â€œT MUST HELP MYSELF.â€ â€” 169
liant scholar!â€ Margaret went on, warming
to her subject. She had never, as it happened,
walked and talked with a lad before in her
quiet life; she did not know quite how to do
it, but so long as she talked about Uncle John,
she could not go wrong. â€œ He knows so much,
â€”so much that he must have learned early,
because it is so a part of him. Wasnâ€™t he
head of his class most of the time ? He never
will talk about it, but Iam sure he must have
â€œJT am not so sure about that,â€ Gerald
admitted ; â€œ I know he was the best wrestler,
and that he and my father were generally
neck and neck in all the running races. He
was a better high kick, because his legs were
longer, donâ€™t you know, but the Pater was
ahead in boxing.â€
Margaret was bewildered. Was this schol-
arship? Was this the record that brilliant
boys left behind them? She gave a little
sigh ; the mention of long legs brought her
_ back to Basil again. Dear Basil! he had only
one pair of knickerbockers left that was fit
to be seen. She ought to be mending the
170 MARGARET MONTFORT.
corduroys this moment, in case he should come
home all in pieces, as he was apt to do.
â€œHave you any little brothers, Mr. Merry-
weather ?â€ she asked, following the thread of '
â€œOne; Willy. That is, heâ€™s not so very
little now, but heâ€™s a good bit younger than
Phil and I; Philis my twin. Willy â€” oh, I
suppose he must be fourteen, or somewhere
about there, to a field or two.â€
â€œBasil is twelve,â€ said Margaret, thought-
fully. â€œAnd does heâ€”or did he, two years
ago, â€”I suppose a boy develops very quickly,
â€”did he want to be climbing and jumping
and running all the time?â€
â€œ Let me see!â€ said Gerald, gravely. â€œWhy
â€”yes, I should say so, Miss Montfort. Of
course he stops now and then to eat; and then
thereâ€™s the time that heâ€™s asleep, you know;
you have to take out that. But otherwise, â€”
yes, I should say you had described Willyâ€™s
existence pretty well.â€
_ â€œAnd climbing on roofs?â€ Margaret went
on. â€œ And tumbling into bogs, and turning
somersaults? What can be the pleasure of
â€œT MUST. HELP MYSELF.â€ 171
turning oneself wrong side up and getting the
blood into oneâ€™s head ?â€
Margaret stopped suddenly, and the colour
rushed into her face; no need of somersaults
in her case. For had not this young man
been turning somersaults the first time she
saw him? And turning them in the same
senseless way, just for the joy of it, appar-
ently? She glanced at him, and he was
blushing too; but he met her look of distress
with one so comic in its quizzical appeal, that
she laughed in spite of herself.
â€œT love to turn somersaults!â€ he mur-
mured. â€œâ€™Twas the charm of my chirping
childhood; it is now the solace of my age.
Donâ€™t be severe, Miss Montfort. I turn them
now, sometimes ; I will not deceive you.â€
â€œOh! oh, yes, I know!â€ said Margaret,
timidly, but still laughing in spite of herself.
â€œTâ€”TI saw you the other day, Mr. Merry-
weather. I thoughtâ€” you seemed to be en-
joying yourself very much.â€
â€œNo! Did you, though?â€ cried Gerald. â€œI
say! Where was it? I never meant to do it
when people were round. Iâ€™m awfully sorry.â€
172 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œ Oh,no!â€ said Margaret, confused. â€œ Why
shouldnâ€™t you? Itâ€”it was by the edge of
the bog. I had come round that way, and
you were leaping with a pole about the bog,
and Iâ€”stayed to watch you. I hope you
donâ€™t mind;â€ this foolish girl was blush-
ing again furiously, which was most un-
necessary; â€œandâ€”I thought you must be
a foreigner; I donâ€™t know why. Andâ€”and
then you came out, and turned a somersault,
andâ€”I wondered why, that was all. You
see, I never had a brother, and I have never
known any boys in all my life till now. I
donâ€™t mean that you are a boy, of course!â€
â€œOh, but I am!â€ cried Gerald. â€œWhat
else am I but a boy? I wish they could hear
youat home. Why, Tm just Jerry, you know,
and â€” and Iâ€™ve always been that kind of boy,
Tm afraid; just like Willy, only a good deal
worse. And nowâ€”well, Pve been through
college, and now Iâ€™m in the School of Mines,
and Iâ€™m twenty-one, and all that, but I canâ€™t
seem to make myself feel any older, donâ€™t you
know. I donâ€™t know whatâ€™s going to become
of me. Hilda says I wonâ€™t grow up till I fall
â€œ1 MUST HELP MYSELF.â€ 173
â€”oh! you donâ€™t know Hilda, do you, Miss
â€œHilda?â€ repeated Margaret. â€œI only
know Hilda in the â€˜Marble Faun.â€™â€â€™
â€œHildegarde Merryweather; Hildegarde
Grahame she used to be. I thought you
might possibly haveâ€”vwell, sheâ€™s my aunt
according to the flesh. I wish you did know
â€œYour aunt? Is she â€”is she about Uncle
Johnâ€™s age? I know so few people, you see.
I have lived a very quiet life.â€
â€œOh, no! Sheâ€”well, I suppose sheâ€™s a
little older than you, but not very much.
She married Roger, donâ€™t you know. Heâ€™s
my half-uncle all right, but heâ€™s ever so many
years younger than the Pater, nearer our age,
you might almost say; and Hildegarde and
the girls, my sisters,â€”I say! I wish you
knew them all, Miss Montfort.â€
â€œJT wish I did,â€ said Margaret, simply.
â€œThere are no girls of my own age near
here. Last year I had my cousins, and I
miss them so much!â€
â€œOf course you must!â€ said sympathetic
174 MARGARET MONTFORT.
Gerald. â€œGirls are no endâ€”IJIâ€”I mean,
I like them too, ever so much.â€ He paused,
and wished he knew the right thing to say.
How pretty and sweet she was! Not like
Hilda, of course (Hilda was this young manâ€™s
ideal of what a girl should be), but with a
little quiet way of her own that was very
nice. She must have no end of a time of it
with these youngsters! He spoke his thought
aloud. They were nearing Fernley, and he
must leave ler soon. â€œ You must be having
some difficulty with those youngsters, Miss
Montfort. If I could help you any time, I
wish you'd let me know. There have always
been such a lot of us at home, Iâ€™m used to ~
most kinds of children, you see; and I should
be ever so glad â€”â€
â€œOh, thank you!â€ said Margaret, grate-
fully. â€œI am sure you are very kind; and
if you would advise me sometimes â€” now
that Uncle John is away â€”I should be most
grateful. Butâ€”I ought to be able to man-
age them myself, it seems to me, without help.
If I can only make them love me!â€ She
looked straight at Gerald, and her dark gray
â€œ*WwONâ€™r YOU COME IN?â€™â€
â€œ7 MUST: HELP MYSELF.â€ 175
eyes were very wistful in: their unconscious .
â€œTâ€™d like to see â€™em not!â€ said the young
man, straightway. â€œLittle beggars! They
couldnâ€™t help themselves!â€ He was about
to add that, he would thrash them hand-
somely if they did not love her, but pulled
himself together, and blushed to his ears, and
was only comforted by seeing out of the tail
of his eye that the* girl was wholly uncon-
scious of his blushes. After all, there was
~ gome sense in freckles and sunburn.
~. But here they were now at the gates of.
'- Fernley. â€œWonâ€™t you come in?â€ said Mar-
e ~garet.â€ But Gerald, becoming once more â€”
-. .conscious of his working-clothes, which he -
oe hadsentirely forgotten, excused himself. If |
he might come some evening soon? Yes, he
-- might, and should. He lingered still a moment,
and. Margaret, after a momentâ€™s shyness, held
out her hand frankly. â€œIam so glad to know
!â€ she said, simply. â€œUncle John â€” Mr..
_ Montfort said I was to be good to you, and
I will try.â€ x
Bese â€˜Tm sure you couldn't be anything chee!â€ i oe
176 MARGARET MONTFORT.
said Gerald, with fervour. â€œThanks, awfully,
Miss Montfort. Good-bye!â€ Lifting his cap,
the young man turned away, feeling home-
sick, and yet cheerful. Passing round the
corner of the house, and finding himself well
out of sight of the young girl, he relieved his
feelings by turning a handspring; and on
coming to his feet again, encountered the
awiul gaze of two greenish eyes, bent upon
him from an upper window of the house.
â€œ Now Iâ€™ve done it!â€ said the youth, brush-
ing himself, and assuming all the dignity of
which he was master. â€œWonder who that
is? Housekeeper, perhaps? Quite the Gor-
gon, whoever it is. Wish I didnâ€™t turn over
- Margaret went into the house singing, with
a lighter heart than she had felt smce Uncle
Johnâ€™s letter came. Perhaps she had made
a friend; at any rate, a pleasant acquaintance.
What a frank, nice, gentlemanlyâ€”boy! â€œFor
he is a boy, just as he says!â€ she acknowl-
edged to herself. And what kind, honest
eyes he had; and how thoughtful, to offer'to â€”
help her with the children!
â€œ1 MUST HELP MYSELF.â€ it
_ Her pleasant meditations were harshly in-
terrupted. Miss Sophronia came down-stairs,
with her brown and yellow shawl drawn over
her shoulders; this, Margaret had learned,
was a bad sign.
â€œMargaret, who was that young man? I
saw you! There is no use in attempting to
conceal anything from me, my dear. I saw
you talking with a young man at the gate.â€
â€œWhy should I conceal it?â€ asked Mar-
â€˜garet, wondering. â€œIt was Mr. Merry-
weather, Cousin Sophronia. He was a
schoolmate of Uncle Johnâ€™s, â€”I.mean his
father was.â€ - .
â€œStuff and nonsense!â€ cried the lady,
sharply. â€˜Donâ€™t tell me anything of the
kind, miss. He was a common workman,
a day-labourer. TI tell you I saw him! Do
you suppose I have no eyes in my head? I
shall consider it my duty to tell your uncle
as soon as he comes home. I am surprised at
you, Margaret. I thought at least you were
discreet. Williamâ€™s daughters would no more
think of talking with such a person â€” but
that comes of leaving-a young person alone
178 MARGARET MONTFORT.
here with servants. My dear, I shall make
it a point henceforwardâ€”â€
She stopped; for the gentle Margaret
turned upon her with eyes of fire. â€œCousin
Sophronia, I cannot listen to this; I will not
listen! I am a gentlewoman, and must be
spoken to as a gentlewoman. I am eighteen
years old, and am accountable to no one except
Uncle John for my behaviour. Let me pass,
please! I want to go to my room.â€
The girl swept by, her head high, her
cheeks burning with righteous wrath. Miss
Sophronia gazed after her speechless; it was
as if a dove had ruffled its wings and flown in
her face. â€œUngrateful girl!â€ said the lady
to herself. â€œT never meet with anything but
ingratitude wherever I go. She is as bad as
those girls of Williamâ€™s, for all her soft looks.
The human heart is very, very depraved. But
I shall do my duty, in spite of everything.â€
THE SECOND CONQUEST.
THE boys came home late for tea that
night, bubbling over with joy. Basil de-
clared that they did not want any supper.
â€œMrs. Peyton gave us some of her supper.
I say, Cousin Margaret, isnâ€™t she bully?â€
â€œ Basil, if you could find another adjective
now and then! I cannot imagine anything
less appropriate to Mrs. Peyton than â€”the
one you used.â€
â€” â€œOh, well, it doesnâ€™t matter! She is
bully! . She had broiled chicken, a whole Â©
one, and she just took a little piece off the
breast for herself, and then she told Mert and
me each to take a leg and run. And we did!
- And Mert sat down in the. china bath-tub-
with his, and smashed it,â€” cracked it, at
least, â€” and she said she didnâ€™t care.â€
â€œ And the table-drawer was full of choco-
180 MARGARET MONTFORT.
late peppermints,â€™ chimed in Merton, â€œand
we ate so many, I donâ€™t feel very well now, I
â€œAnd she told us lots of things!â€ cried
Basil again; he looked towards Miss So-
phronia, with sparkling eyes. â€œShe told us
about when she was a little girl, and used
to stay here, when Uncle Johnâ€™s puppa and
mumma were alive. I say! And you were
here, too, she said, Cousm Sophronia. And
she said â€” lots of things!â€â€ The boy stopped
suddenly, and gave his brother a look of
â€œHo!â€ said Merton, â€œI know what you
mean,â€” you mean about the ghost, that
scared â€”I say! You stop pinching, will
you? TI punch yourâ€”â€
â€œMerton!â€ said Margaret, warningly.
â€œWell, he was pinching me!â€ whined
Merton. â€œAnd it did scare you, didnâ€™t it,
Miss Sophronia looked disturbed. â€œ Mer-
ton, you should speak when you are spoken
to!â€ she said, severely. â€œI am _ surprised
that Mrs, Peyton should have told you such
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things. There certainly were some very
strange occurrences at Fernley, Margaret,
when I was a young girl. They never were
explained to my satisfaction ; indeed, I never
heard of their being explained at all. Little
boys, if you do not want any supper, you
may as well run away. I do not ap-
prove of their going to see Emily Peyton,
Margaret. I shall make a point of their
not domg so in future. She was always
She seemed much fluttered, and Margaret,
wondering, hastened to change the subject.
â€œJT wonder where Susan D. can be. I have
not seen the child since I came in, and she
did not answer when I called her. Elizabeth,
â€œPardon me, Margaret, my love!â€ Miss
Sophronia interposed. â€œSusan D. is in bed;
I sent her to bed an hour ago.â€
â€œOh, Cousin Sophronia! Without her
- supper? What had she done?â€
â€œShe was disobedient, my dear, â€” disobe-
â€˜dient and impertinent. I have no doubt
that this will have an excellent effect upon
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the child. Basil, what do you want? I
told you to go away.â€
â€œCousin Margaret, could I speak to you
a moment, please?â€ asked the boy.
â€œT will come to you, Basil,â€ said Margaret,
quickly. â€˜â€œ Will you excuse me, Cousin So-
phronia, please? I have quite finished.
Now, Basil, what is it?â€
She led the boy carefully out of earshot,
for thunder and lightning were in his face,
and she foresaw an outburst.
â€œ Susan D. is in bed!â€ cried Basil. â€œShe has
had no supper at all; Elizabeth said so. That
woman sent her. Cousin Margaret, I won't
stand it. Iâ€”Tl set fire to her clothes! Tl
shoot her! TIlâ€”TIl kill her some way â€”â€
Margaret laid her hand over the boyâ€™s
mouth. â€œYou will be silent!â€ she said.
â€œNot a word, not a syllable, till you can
speak like a civilised bemg. We will have
no savages here.â€
Basil said no word, â€” he knew well enough
when he must obey, â€” but he set his teeth,
and clenched his fists; the veins on his
temples swelled, his whole childish frame
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shook with anger. Margaret had never
seen any one, not even Rita, in such a pas-
sion as this. For a few moments, the two
stood motionless, facmg each other. Then
Margaret took the boyâ€™s hand in hers, and
led him out into the garden. Still hold-
ing his hand, she paced up and down the
green walk in silence, Basil followimg obe-
diently. The evening was falling soft and
dusk; the last bird was chirping sleepily ;
the air was full of the scent of flowers.
Behind the dark trees, where the sun had
gone down, the sky still glowed with soft,
yellow light. â€œSee!â€ said Margaret, pres-
ently. â€œThere is the first star. Let us
wish! Oh, Basil dear, let us wishâ€”and |
pray â€”for a good thing, for strength to
overcome â€” ourselves.â€
The boyâ€™s hand pressed hers convulsively,
but he did not speak at first. Presently he
said, almost in a whisper, â€œShe is so little,
- â€”andsothm! I told Mother I would take
care of her. Butâ€”TI saidâ€”I would try not
to let go of myself, too.â€ .
Very tenderly Margaret drew the child
184 MARGARET MONTFORT.
down beside her, on a rustic bench that
stood under one of the great tulip-trees.
In the quiet darkness, she felt his heart
open to her even more than it had done
yet. In the hour that followed, she learned
the story of a wild, faithful nature, full of
mischief, full of love. The passionate love
for his mother, whom he remembered well;
the faithful, scowling devotion to the little
sister, whom no one should scold but him-
self, and whom he shook, and bullied, and
protected with a sole eye to her good; all
this, and much more, Margaret learned. The
two sat hand in hand, and took counsel
together. â€œOh, it is so good to have some
one to talk to,â€ cried Basil.
â€œTsnâ€™t it, dear?â€ said Margaret. â€œNow
you know how I feel with Uncle John away;
and â€” oh, Basil, before I had Uncle John, â€”
when my father died,â€”oh, my dear! But
you are going to be my brother now, Basil,
â€”my dear, dear little brother, arenâ€™t you?
And you will tell me how to make Susan
D. love me. I think you do love me a little
already, donâ€™t you, Basil?â€
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For all answer, Basil threw his arms round
her, and gave her such a hug as made her gasp
â€œDear boy,â€ cried Margaret, â€œdonâ€™t â€”
kill me! Oh, Basil! I tried to hug Susan D.
the other day, and I might as well have
hugged the door! She wonâ€™t even let me kiss
her good night; that is, she lets me, but there
is no response. Why doesnâ€™t she like me, do
you think ?â€
â€œShe does!â€ said Basil. â€œOr she will,
soon as she can get out of herself. Donâ€™t you
know what I mean, Cousin Margaret? Itâ€™s
as if she had a dumb spirit, like that fellow
in the Bible, donâ€™t you know? Nobody but
me understands; but you will, just once you
â€œAh, but how shall I ever get inside?â€
Basil nodded confidently. â€œ You will!â€ he
said. â€œI know you will, some time. Oh,
- Cousin Margaret, maynâ€™t I take her something
to eat? Sheâ€™s always hungry, Susan D. is,
and I know she wonâ€™t sleep a mite if she
doesnâ€™t have anything. Iâ€”no, I wonâ€™t let
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go again, but it 7s the meanest, hatefullest
thing that ever was done in the world! Now
isnâ€™t it, Cousin Margaret? Donâ€™t you think
so yourself ?â€
Sorely puzzled as to the exact path of duty,
Margaret tried to explain to the boy how
ideas of discipline had changed since Cousin
Sophronia was a young girl; how, probably,
she had herself been brought up with rigid
severity, and, never having married, had kept
all the old cast-iron ideas which were now
superseded by wider and better knowledge and
sympathy. As to this particular point,
what should she say? Her whole kind nature
revolted against the thought of the hungry
child, alone, waking, perhaps weeping, with
no one to comfort her; yet how could she,
Margaret, possibly interfere with the doings
of one old enough to be her mother?
Pondering in anxious perplexity, she chanced
to raise her eyes to the house. It was brightly
lighted, and, as it happened, the curtains had
not been drawn. â€œLook!â€ said Margaret,
pressing the boyâ€™s hand in hers. â€œ Basil,
THE SECOND CONQUEST. 187
One long, narrow window looked directly
â€™ upon the back stairs, which led from the ser-
vantsâ€™ hall to the upper floor. Up these
stairs, past the window, a figure was now seen
to pass, swiftly and stealthily ; a portly figure,
carrying something that looked like a heaped
- up plate; the figure of Frances the cook. It
passed, and in a moment more they saw light,
as of an opening door, flash into the dark
window of the corner room where the little
â€œDo you know, Basil,â€ said Maes aL
wouldnâ€™t worry any more about Susan D.â€™s
being hungry. There is one person in Fern-
ley whom no one, not even Uncle John, can
manage; that is Frances.â€
An hour or so later, Margaret was coming
down from the nursery. Merton had an-
nounced, as bedtime drew near, that he â€œfelt
a pain;â€ and Margaret had no difficulty in
tracing it to Mrs. Peytonâ€™s careless indulgence.
- She stole down quietly to the cheerful back
room where Frances and Elizabeth sat with
their sewing, and begged for some simple
remedy. Frances rose with alacrity. â€œCheck-
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erberry cordial is what you want, Miss Mar-
garet,â€â€™ she said. â€œTve made it for thirty
year, and I hope I know its merits. No
wonder the child is sick. If some had their
way, everybody in this house â€™ud be sick to
â€œT am afraid it was the other thing in this
case, Frances,â€™ said Margaret, meekly. â€œIâ€™m
afraid Master Merton ate too many rich things
at Mrs. Peytonâ€™s.â€ Now in general, Frances
could not abide patiently the mention of Mrs.
Peyton; but this time she declared she was
glad the child had had enough to eat for once.
â€œTwill do him no harm!â€ she said, stoutly.
â€œGive him ten drops of this, Miss Margaret,
in a wine-glass of hot water, â€” wait a minute,
dear, and Pll mix it myself, â€”and heâ€™ll turn
over and go to sleep like a lamb. Treating
children as if they was one half starch and
tother half sticks! Donâ€™t tell me!â€
Knowing that none of this wrath was
directed against herself, Margaret wisely held
her tongue, and departed with her glass, leav-
ing Frances still muttering, and Elizabeth
with lips pursed up in judicious silence. And
THE SECOND CONQUEST. 189
Merton took it and felt better, and was glad
enough to be petted a little, and finally to be
tucked up with the hot water-bottle for a com-
As has been said, Margaret was coming
down-stairs after this mission was fulfilled,
when she met Miss Sophronia coming up.
â€œ All quiet up-stairs, my dear?â€ said the lady.
â€œT am going to bed myself, Margaret, for I
feel a little rheumatic, or I should rather say
neuralgic, perhaps. These things are very
obscure ; the doctor says my case is a very re-
markable one; he has never seen another like
it. Yes, and now I am going to make sure
that this child is all right, and that she does
not actually need anything. Duty, Margaret,
is a thing I can never neglect.â€
Margaret followed her cousin into the room,
feeling rather self-reproachful. Perhaps she had
been unjust in her judgment. Cousin Sophro-
nia was of course doing the best, or what she
_thought the best, for this poor wild little girl.
' Miss Sophronia advanced towards the bed,
holding up her candle. Margaret, looking
over her shoulder, saw the child lying fast
190 MARGARET MONTFORT.
asleep, her hand under her cheek. Her face
was flushed, and her fair hair lay in a
tangle on the pillow. Margaret had never
seen her look so nearly pretty. There were
traces of tears on her face, too, and she sobbed
a little, softly, in her sleep.
â€œ Poor little thmg!â€ whispered Margaret ;
but Miss Sophronia was not looking at Susan
D. now. With stiff, outstretched finger she
pointed to the floor. â€œLook at that!â€ she
said, in a penetrating whisper. Indeed, the
child had dropped her clothes on the floor all
at once, and they lay in an untidy heap,
shocking to Margaretâ€™s eyes, which loved to
see things neatly laid. She shook her head
and was about to murmur some extenuation
of the offence, when â€” Miss Sophronia set
down the candle on the stand; then, with a
quick, decided motion, she pulled the sleeping
child out of bed. â€œSusan D.,â€ she said, â€œpick
up your clothes at once. Never let me find
them in this condition again. Shocking!â€
The child stood helpless, .bewildered, blink-
ing, half awake, at the light, not in the least
understanding what was said to her. Miss
THE SECOND CONQUEST. 191
Sophronia took her by the shoulder, not un-
kindly, and repeated her command. â€œ Pick
them up at once, my dear! Let this be a
lesson to you, never to leave your clothes on
the floor again.â€ Still only half comprehend- .
ing, the child stooped, stumbling as she did
so, and picking up the clothes, laid eae on
the chair as she was directed.
â€œThere!â€ said Miss Sophronia, in high
satisfaction. â€œNow, my dearest Margaret,
you will see that this child will never neglect
her clothes again. A lesson promptly admin-
istered, on the spot, is worth all the preaching
in the world. Get into bed again, Susan D.,
and go to sleep like a good child. Some day
you will be very grateful to your Cousin
Sophronia for teaching you these things.â€
She turned away with the candle. Mar-
garet, standing in the shadow, saw the child â€”
still standing in the middle of the room, a
forlorn, shivering little figure, silent; the most
. piteous sight those tender eyes had ever looked
upon. Softly the girl closed the door. â€œ Mar-
-garet,â€ she heard her cousin say. â€œOh, she is
gone down-stairs!â€ and the steps went away
192 MARGARET .MONTFORT.
along the entry. But Margaret groped her
way to where Susan D. stood; the next mo-
ment she had the child inâ€˜her arms, and was
pressing her close, close. A rocking-chair was
by; she had seen it, and knew where to
lay her hand to draw it forward. She sank
down in it, and rocked to and fro, murmuring
inarticulate words of comfort. The night was
warm, but still the child shivered ; Margaret,
groping again, found a shawl, and wrapped it
round her. There was no more holding off,
no more resistance; the little creature cling
~ around Margaretâ€™s neck with a desperate hold,
as if she dared not let her go for an instant.
Her breast heaved once or twice, silently;
then she burst into a passion of tears, and
sobbed on her cousinâ€™s heart. â€œTI love you!â€
cried the child. â€œYou are good, and I love â€”
you! Donâ€™tâ€”donâ€™t leave me alone, please
Margaret held her close in her warm, lov-
ing arms. â€œMy lamb!â€ she said. â€œMy little
girl! Indeed I will not leave you. Quiet
now, dearie; quiet and donâ€™t cry! Oh, Susan
D., I have no mother, either, dear ; let us love
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each other a great, great deal!â€ and Susan D.
sobbed, and curled closer yet, as if she would
wind herself into the very heart that beat so
kindly and so tenderly.
So they sat, till the sobs died away into
soft, broken breathings. Margaret began to
sing, and crooned one after another the old
songs that Katy used to smg to her when she
was rocked just so on that broad, faithful
Irish breast. Susan D. lifted her head a little
towards her ear. â€œWhat is it?â€ said Margaret,
bending down. M6
â€œTâ€”TI do like singing!â€ whispered the
Margaret nodded, and sang on. By and by
the almost frantic clasp of the small arms
loosened; the head sank back gently on her -
arm; the child was asleep. Margaret rose
to lay her down, but instantly she started up
again, affrighted, and cried out, and begged
not to be left alone. What was to be done?
Margaret hesitated; then she bade the child
hold fast, and slowly, carefully she made her
way down the stairs and through the passage
to her own room, and did not pause till the
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little child was lying safe, happy, and wonder-
ing, in the white bed, in the wonderful White
â€œCrowd me ?â€ said Cousin Margaret. â€œ Not
a bit of it! There is plenty of room, and in the
morning we will have a most lovely cuddle,
and tell stories. But now go to sleep this very
minute, Susan D., while I do my hair. Good
night, little sister!â€
â€œ Good night!â€ said Susan D. â€œTI love you!
Good night!â€ ,
THE VOICE OF FERNLEY.
From that night, Susan D. was Margaretâ€™s
- friend and true lover.
She followed her round in the hope of
being able to do some little service of love.
She brought her flowers, and hunted the
fields for the largest and finest berries for
her. At any hour of the day, Margaret
might feel a little hot hand slide into hers
and deposit a handful of warm, moist rasp-
berries or blueberries. Sometimes this bred
trouble, as when Merton waylaid his sister,
and wrested the hard-won treasures from her
for his own refreshment; with the result of
shrieks and scuffling, and a final thrashing
from his elder brother; or, as when Cousin
Sophronia detected the child sidling along
with closed palm, and demanded to see what
â€˜she had. Susan D. resisted stoutly, till at
196, MARGARET MONTFORT.
length, yielding to superior strength, she
threw the berries on the floor, and trampled
them into the carpet. There was a good deal
of this kind of thing; but still the change
was a blessed one, and Margaret, when she
met the beaming look of love in the childâ€™s
face, and remembered the suspicious scowl
that had greeted her only so few days ago,
was most thankful, and felt it to be worth
any amount of trouble, even to taking the
spots out of the carpet, which was a hard
thing to do.
â€œT told you!â€ said Basil, smiling superior.
â€œT told you, once you got inside, youd find
the kid not at all so bad. I say, Cousin Mar-
garet, you're not a fraidcat, are you?â€
- â€œÂ© A what, Basil?â€
â€œA fraideat! Donâ€™t you know what a
fraidcat is, Cousin Margaret? Seems to me
you didnâ€™t learn many modern expressions
when you were a little girl, did you?â€
â€œReally, Basil, I think I learned all that
were necessary,â€™ said Margaret, laughing.
â€œT did not learn slang, certainly, nor boy-
jargon, and I donâ€™t care to take lessons,
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thank you. Donâ€™t you think good, plain
English is good enough ?â€
â€œOh, well, it sounds all right from you,
*cause you are you, and you wouldnâ€™t match
yourself if you didnâ€™t talk that way, I sup-
pose. â€œBut it would sound silly for a boy to .
go on so, donâ€™t you see?â€
â€œT am afraid I donâ€™t see very well, Basil,
but no matter. The things I am afraid of are
spiders and caterpillars and cows! Is that
what you wanted to know?â€
â€œNâ€” not exactly!â€ said the boy; â€œbut
no matter, Cousin Margaret. You haven't
got a ball of twine, have you? Oh, yes,
please! Thank you, that is just exactly
what I wanted. You always know where
things are, donâ€™t you? Thatâ€™s bully!â€
The children had been very good for the
last few days; singularly good, Margaret
thought, as she sat on the verandah in the
pleasant twilight, reviewing the dayâ€™s doings,
- and wondering what happy day would bring
Uncle John back to her. Certainly, he would
â€˜find a good deal of improvement. Merton
had not run away since his experience in the
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bog; Susan D. was won, and Basil grew more
and more helpful and considerate. More than
that, the children, all three of them, seemed
to have quieted down of their own accord.
At this hour, they were generally shouting
and screaming, racing over the grass, or
tumbling headlong from the trees, keeping
Margaret in a constant state of terror, and
Cousin Sophronia in one of peevish irri-
tation and alarm. But now they had gone
of their own will to the summer-house, saying
that they were going to tell stories, and see
how quiet they could be. They were quiet,
indeed, for she could not even hear their
voices. Cousin Sophronia, coming out with
an inquiry, became instantly suspicious, and
declared she must go and see what they wereâ€™
about; but Margaret begged her to wait a
little. â€œThey can do no harm in the sum-
mer-house!â€ she said. â€œAnd â€” Uncle John
thought we would better let them alone a
good deal, Cousin Sophronia.â€
â€œMy love,â€ said the lady, seating herself,
and folding her hands for a good talk, â€œ your
Uncle John is a babe, simply a babe in these
THE VOICE OF FERNLEY. 199
matters. Even if he knew anything about
children, â€” which he does not, â€” it would be
my duty, my positive duty, to shield him from
all anxieties of this kind. Why else did I
come here, my love, except for this very
â€” thing?â€ Ã©
â€œDid you, then, know that Cousin Anthony
wished to send the children?â€ asked Mar-
garet, perhaps not without a spice of gentle
â€œAhem! No, not precisely, my love!
But â€”but it was my firm resolve to protect
dearest John from every species of annoy-
ance. very species, my dear! John Mont-
fort â€” good gracious! What is that?â€ She
started to her feet, and Margaret followed her
example. A sound seemed to pass them in
the air; a strange sound, something between
a sigh and a moan. It swelled for a moment,
then died away among the trees beyond the
verandah. Miss Sophronia clutched Marga-
-retâ€™s arm. â€œYouâ€”you made that noise?â€ â€”
she whispered. â€œSay it was you, Margaret!â€
â€œIndeed, it was not I, Cousin Sophro-
nia!â€ said Margaret. â€œIt must have been a
200 MARGARET MONTFORT.
sudden gust of wind. It is gone now; it
must surely have been the wind. Shall I
bring you a wrap? Do you feel chilly?â€
Miss Sophronia still held her arm. â€œNo,
â€˜no! Donâ€™t go!â€ she said. â€œIâ€”TI feel rather
nervous to-night, I think. Nerves! Yes, no
one knows what I suffer. If you had any
idea what my nights areâ€” You may be right,
my dear, about the wind. It is a misfortune,
I always say, to have such exquisite sensibility.
The expression is not my own, my love, it is
Doctor Soperâ€™s. Shall we go into the house,
and light the lamps? So much more cheer-
ful, I always think, than this dreary twilight.â€
Margaret hesitated a moment. The evening
was very warm, and once in the house, her
cousin would be sure to shut all the windows
is and draw the curtains. Still, she must not be
Â© gelfish â€”
â€œTf I join you in a few minutes, Cousin
Sophronia?â€ she said. â€œThe childrenâ€”TI sup-
- pose it is time for them tocome in. I will just
go down to the summer-house and see â€” â€
The sentence remained unfinished; for at
that: moment, almost close beside them, arose
THE VOICE OF FERNLEY. 201
' the strange moaning sound once more. This
time Miss Sophronia shrieked aloud. â€œCome!â€
she cried, dragging Margaret towards the
house. â€œCome in this moment! It is the |
Voice! The Voice of Fernley. I will not stay
here; I will not go in alone. Come with me,
She was trembling from head to foot, and
even Margaret, who was not timid about such
matters, felt slightly disturbed. Was this
some trick of the children? She must go and
hunt them up, naughty little things. Ah!
What was that, moving in the dusk? It was
almost entirely dark now, but something was
certainly coming up the gravel walk, some-
thing that glimmered white against the black
box-hedges. Miss Sophronia uttered another
piercing shriek, and would have fled, but
Margaret detained her. â€œWho is that?â€ said
the girl. â€œ Basil, is that vane Where are the
other children ?â€
The white figure advanced ; it was tall and
slender, and seemed to have no head. Miss
â€˜Sophronia moaned, and cowered down at
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â€œT beg pardon!â€ said a deep, cheerful
voice. â€œI hope nothing is wrong. It is only
I, Miss Montfort, â€” Gerald Merryweather.â€
Only a tall youth in white flannels; yet, at
that moment, no one, save Uncle John him-
self, could have been more welcome, Margaret
thought. â€œOh, Mr. Merryweather,â€ she said,
â€œT am so glad to see you! No, nothing is
wrong, I hope; that is â€” wonâ€™t you come up
on the verandah? My cousinâ€” Cousin So-
phronia, let me present Mr. Merryweather.â€
Mr. Merryweather advanced, bowing politely
to the darkness ; when, to his amazement, the
person to whom he was to pay his respects
_ Sprang forward, and clutched him violently.
â€œ Youâ€”youâ€”you abominable young man!â€
cried Miss Sophronia, shrilly. â€œ You made
that noise; you know you made it, to
annoy me! Donâ€™t tell me you did not! Get
away from here this instant, youâ€” you â€”
Margaret was struck dumb for an instant,
â€˜and before she could speak, Gerald Merry-
weather was replying, quietly, as if he had
been throttled every day of his life:
THE VOICE OF FERNLEY. 203
â€œTf choking is your object, madam, you can
do it better by pulling the other way, I would
suggest. By pulling in this direction, you see,
you only injure the textile fabric, and leave
the corpus delictti comparatively unharmed.â€
He stood perfectly still; Miss Sophronia
still clutched and shook him, muttering in-
articulately ; but now Margaret seized and
dragged her off by main force. â€œCousin
Sophronia!â€ she cried. â€œHow can you â€”
what can you be thinking of? This is Mr.
Merryweather, I tell you, the son of Uncle
Johnâ€™s old schoolmate. Uncle John asked
him to call. I am sure you are not well, or
have made some singular mistake.â€ |
â€œT donâ€™t believe a word of it!â€ said Miss
Sophronia. â€œNot one single word! What was
he making that noise for, I should like to
know ?â€ oe
Mr. Merryweather answered with a calm
which he was far from feeling. His pet neck-
- tie was probably ruined, his collar crumpled, -
very likely his coat torn. He had taken pains â€”
with his toilet, and now he had been set upon
and harried, by some one he had never seen,
204 MARGARET MONTFORT.
~but whom he felt sure to be the Gorgon who
had glared at him out the window several
days before. This was a horrid old lady; he
saw no reason why he should be attacked in
the night by horrid old ladies, when he was
â€œT am sorry!â€ he said, rather stiffly. â€œI
was not conscious of speaking loud. Miss
Montfort asked who it was, and I told her.
If I have offended her, I am ready to apologise
â€” and withdraw.â€
This sounded theatrical, it occurred to him ;
but then, the whole scene was fit for the
variety stage. Poor Margaret felt a moment
of despair. What should she do?
â€œMr. Merryweather,â€ she said, aloud, â€œMiss
Montfort has been much startled. Just before
you came, we heard a noise; rather a strange
noise, which we could not account for. I think
her nerves are somewhat shaken. She will be
better in a moment. Andâ€”and I was just
going to the summer-house, to call the children.
Would you come with me, I wonder?â€
Miss Sophronia clamoured that she could not
be left alone, but for once Margaret was deaf
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to her appeals. She was too angry; her guest
_â€”that is, her uncleâ€™s guestâ€”to be set upon
and shaken, as if he were a naughty child
caught stealing apples, â€”it was too shameful !
He would think they were all out of their
â€œOh, Tam so sorry! So sorry!â€ she found
herself saying aloud. â€œMr. Merryweather, I
am so mortified, so ashamed! What can I say
to you?â€ .
â€œSay!â€ said Gerald, his stiffness gone in an
instant. â€œDonâ€™t say anything, Miss Montfort.
Iâ€”TI donâ€™t mean that; I mean, thereâ€™s noth-
ing to say, donâ€™t you know? Why, it wasnâ€™t
your fault! Who ever thought of its being
your fault ?â€
â€œT ought to have recognised you sooner!â€
said Margaret. â€œIt was pretty dark, and we
had really been startled, and my cousin is very
nervous. If you would please overlook it this
time I should be so grateful!â€
â€œOh, I say!â€ cried the young man. â€œ Miss
Montfort, if you go on in this way, I shall go
back and ask the oldâ€”and ask the lady to
choke me some more. Iâ€”I lke being
206 MARGARET MONTFORT.
choked! I like anything; only donâ€™t go on
so! Why, it isnâ€™t any matter in. the world.
Perhaps it relieved her feelings a bit; and it
didnâ€™t do me any harm.â€ He felt of his neck-
tie, and settled his collar as well as he could,
thankful for the friendly darkness. â€œIndeed,
I am all right!â€ he assured her, earnestly.
â€œTrivets arenâ€™t a circumstance to me, as far
as. rightness is concerned. Now if yow'll
forget all about it, Miss Montfort, please, I
shall be as happy as the bounding roe, â€” or
the circumflittergating cockchafer!â€ he added,
as a large June-bug buzzed past him.
â€œ You are very good!â€ murmured Margaret.
â€œT am sure â€” but here is the summer-house.
Children, are you here? Basil! Susan D.!â€
No answer came. The frogs chirped peace-
fully, the brook at the foot of the garden sent
up its soft, bubbling murmur; there was no
other sound. It was very dark, for the trees
were thick overhead. The fireflies flitted
hither and thither, gleaming amid the thick-
ets of honeysuckle and lilac; the young
manâ€™s figure beside her glimmered faintly
in the darkness, but there was no glimpse
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of Susan D.â€™s white frock, or Basilâ€™s white
â€œChildren!â€ cried Margaret again. â€œDonâ€™t
play any tricks, dears! It is bedtime, and after,
and you must come in. Susan, Cousin wants
Silence; not a rustle, not a whisper.
â€œT should suppose they had gone,â€ said
Gerald. â€œOr do you think they are playing
hookey? Wait a minute, and Tl hunt
But search availed nothing; the children
were not in the summer-house, nor near it.
â€œThey must have gone back to the house,â€
said Margaret. â€œThank you so much, Mr.
Merryweather. I am sorry to have given you
all this trouble for nothing.â€
â€œOh, trouble!â€ said Gerald. â€œThis isnâ€™t
my idea of trouble, Miss Montfort. What.
a pretty place this is! Awfullyâ€”I mean,
â€œTt is pretty in the daytime. I should
hardly think you could see anything now, it
is so dark.â€
â€œWell, yes, it is dark; but I mean it seems
208 MARGARET MONTFORT.
such a pleasant place to sit and rest in a little.
Hadnâ€™t you better sit and rest a minute, Miss.
Montfort? The children are all right, you
may be sure. Gone to bed, most likely, like
good little kids. Iâ€”TI often went to bed,
when I was a_kid.â€
Margaret could not help laughing; never-
theless, she turned decidedly towards the
house. â€œI am afraid I cannot be sure of
â€˜their having gone to bed,â€ she said. â€œI think
I must find them, Mr. Merryweather, but if
you are tired, you shall rest on the verandah
while I hunt.â€ 2
Gerald did not want to rest on the veran-
dah, particularly if his recent assailant were
_ stillthere. He wanted to stay here in the gar-
den. He liked the fireflies, and the frogs; the
murmur of the brook, and the soft voice speak-
ing out of the darkness. He thought this was
a very nice girl; he wished she would not be
so uneasy about those tiresome youngsters.
However, as there seemed to be no help for
it, he followed Margaret in silence up the
gravel walk. She need not hurry so, he
thought; it was very early, not half past
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eight yet. He wanted to make his call; he
couldnâ€™t dress up like this every night; and,
besides, it was a question whether he could
ever wear this shirt again by daylight.
Miss Sophronia was not on the verandah.
â€œWill you not come in?â€ asked Margaret
at the door; but Gerald felt, rather than
heard, the uneasiness in her voice, and de-
cided, much against his inclination, that it
would be better manners to say good night
and take himself off.
â€œJ think I must be going,â€ he had begun
already, when, from the open door behind
them, burst a long, low, melancholy wail.
The girl started violently. The young man
bent his ear in swift attention. The voice â€”
the cry â€” trembled on the air, swelled to a
shriek ; then died slowly away into a dreary
whisper, and was gone. .
Before either of the young people could
speak, the library door was flung open, and
a-wild figure came flying out. Miss Sophronia
threw herself once more upon Gerald, and
clung to him with the energy of desperation.
â€œMy dear young man!â€ cried the distracted
210 MARGARET MONTFORT.
lady. â€œSave me! Protect me! I knew your
father! I was at school with your mother, â€”
Miranda Cheerley. Save me,â€”hold me! Do
not desert me! You are my only hope!â€
It was past nine oâ€™clock when Gerald Mer-
ryweather finally took his departure. The
children had been discovered, â€”in bed, and
apparently asleep. Three neatly folded piles
of clothes showed at least that they had gone
to bed in a proper and reasonable manner.
Miss Sophronia Montfort had finally been
quieted, by soothing words and _ promises,
followed up by hot malted milk and check-
erberry cordial, the latter grimly administered
by Frances, and so strong that it made the
poor lady sneeze. Margaret was to sleep with
her; Gerald was to come the next morning to
see how she was; meanwhile, Frances and
Elizabeth, the latter. badly frightened, the
former entirely cool and self-possessed, were
to sleep in the front chamber, and be at hand
in case of any untoward event.
There was nothing further to be done save
to shake hands warmly with Margaret, submit
to an embrace from Miss Sophronia, and go,
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Mr. Merryweather strode slowly down the
garden path, looking back now and then at
the house, where already the lights on the
lower floor were being extinguished one by
â€œThatâ€™s a very nice girl!â€ he murmured.
â€œHildegarde would approve of that girl, I
know. But on the other hand, my son, that
is a horrid old lady. I- should like â€” Jerry,
my blessed infant, I should likeâ€”to make
that old lady run!â€ He turned for a final
glance at the house; considered the advisa-
bility of turning a handspring ; remembered
his white flannels, and, with a bow to the
corner â€˜window, was gone in the darkness.
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â€œFRIGHTENED, was she?â€ said Mrs. Peyton.
â€œ How sad! Margaret, you are not looking at
my bed-spread. This is the first day I have
used it, and I put it on expressly for you.
What is the use of my having pretty things,
if no one will look at them ?â€
â€œIndeed, it is very beautiful!â€ said Mar-
garet. â€œEverything you have is beautiful,
â€œTt is Honiton!â€ said Mrs. Peyton. â€œIt
ought to be handsome. But you do not care,
Margaret, it is perfectly easy to see that. You
donâ€™t care about any of my things any more.
I was simply a new toy to you in the begin-
ning, and you liked to look at me because I
was pretty. Now you have new toys, â€” So-
phronia Montfort, I suppose, and a sweet play-
thing she is! and you pay no further attention
tome. Deny it if you can!â€
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Margaret did not attempt to deny it; she
was too absolutely truthful not to feel a
certain grain of fact in the ladyâ€™s accusation.
Life was opening fuller and broader upon her
every day; how could she think of lace bed-
spreads, with three children constantly in her
mind, to think and plan and puzzle for? To
say nothing of Uncle John and all the rest.
And as to the â€œnew toyâ€ aspect, Margaret
knew that she might well enough turn the
accusation upon her lovely friend herself; but
this she was too kind and too compassionate
todo. Would not any one want toys, perhaps,
if forced to spend oneâ€™s life between four
So she simply stroked the exquisite hand
that lay like a piece of carved ivory on the
splendid coverlet, and smiled, and waited for
the next remark.
â€œT knew you would not deny it!â€ the lady
said. â€œ You couldnâ€™t, you see. Well, it doesnâ€™t
matter! I shall be dead some day, I hope and
trust. So Sophronia was frightened? Tell me
more about it!â€
â€œShe was very much frightened
214 MARGARET MONTFORT.
Margaret. â€œMrs. Peyton, I wanted to ask
you â€” when the children came home yester-
day, they said something about your having
told them some story of old times here ; of a
ghost, or some such thing. I never heard of
anything of the sort. Do youâ€”do you re-
member what it was? I ought not to torment
you!â€ she added, remorsefully ; for Mrs.
Peyton put her hand to her head, and her
brow contracted slightly, as if with pain.
â€œOnly my head, dear, it is rather troublesome
to-day ; I suppose I ought not to talk very
much! Yes, there was a ghost, or something
like one, in old times, when I was a child. I
wasnâ€™t at Fernley at the time, but I heard
about it; Sophronia was there, and I remem-
ber she was frightened into fits, just as you
describe her last night.â€
â€œWhat â€” do you remember anything about
it? It isnâ€™t that old story of Hugo Montfort,
is it, the man who looks for papers?â€
â€œOh, no, nothing so interesting as that! I
always longed to see Hugo. No, this is just a
voice that comes and goes, wails about the
rooms and the gardens. It is one of the
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Montfort women, I believe, the one who cut
up her wedding-gown and then went mad.â€
â€œ Penelope ?â€
â€œ'Thatâ€™s it! Penelope Montfort. Once in
a while they see her, but very rarely, I believe.â€
â€œMrs. Peyton, you are making fun of me.
Aunt Faith told me there was no ghost except
that of Hugo Montfort ; of course I donâ€™t mean
that there is really that; but no ghost that
people had ever fancied.â€
â€œ Ah, well, my dear, all this was before
Mrs. Cheriton came to Fernley! Before such
a piece of perfection as she was, no wandering
ghost would have ventured to appear. Now
donâ€™t stiffen into stone, Margaret Montfort! I
know she was a saint, but she never liked me,
and Iam not a saint, you see. I was always
a sinner, and I expect to remain one. And
certainly, there was a white figure seen about
Fernley, at that time I was speaking of ; and
no one ever found out what it was; and if you
want to know any more, you must ask John
Montfort. There, now my head is confused,
and I shall not have a straight thought again
216 MARGARET MONTFORT.
The lady turned her head fretfully on the
pillow. Margaret, who knew her ways well,
sat silent for some minutes, and then began to
sing softly :
O sweetest lady ever seen,
(With a heigh ho! and a lily gay,)
Give consent to be my queen,
(As the primrose spreads so sweetly.)
Before the long ballad was ended, the line
between Mrs. Peytonâ€™s eyebrows was gone,
and her beautiful face wore a look of content-
ment that was not common to it.
â€œGo away now!â€ the lady murmured.
â€œYou have straightened me out again. Be
thankful for that little silver voice of yours,
child! You can do more good with it in the
world than you know. I really think you are
one of the few good persons who are not
odious. Go now! Good-bye!â€
_. Margaret went away, thinking, as she had
often thought before, how like her Cousin Rita
this fair lady was. â€œOnly Rita has a great,
great deal more heart!â€ she said to herself.
â€œRita only laughs at people when she is in
WHO DID IT? 217
one of her bad moods. Dear Rita! I wonder
where she is to-day. And Peggy is driving
the mowing machine, she writes; mowing
hundreds of acres, and riding bareback, and
having a glorious time.â€
A letter had come the day before from
Peggy Montfort, telling of all her delightful
doings on the farm, and begging that her
darling Margaret would come out and spend
the rest of the summer with her. â€œDarling
Margaret, do, do, do come! Nobody can pos-
sibly want you as much as I do; nobody can
begin to think of wanting you one hundredth
part as much as your own Peggy.â€
Margaret had laughed over the letter, and
kissed it, and perhaps there was a tear in her
eye when she put it away to answer. It was
good, good to be loved. And Peggy did love
her, and so she hopedâ€”she knew â€” did
Uncle John; and now the children were
hers, two of them, at least; hers to have _
and to hold, so far as love went. Go away
and leave them now, when they needed her
every hour? â€œNo, Peggy dear, not even to
see your sweet, round, honest face again.â€
218 MARGARET MONTFORT.
Coming back to the house she found Gerald
Merryweather on the verandah. He was in
his working clothes again, but they were
fresh and spotless, and he was a pleasant
object to look upon. He explained that he
had called to inquire for the ladiesâ€™ health,
and to express his hope that they had suffered
no further annoyance the night before. He
was on his way to the bog, and just thought
he would ask if there was anything he could
â€œThank you!â€ said Margaret, gratefully.
â€œYou are very good, Mr. Merryweather. No;
nothing more happened; and my poor cousin
got some sleep after awhile. But I still can-
not imagine what the noise was, can you?â€
â€œSo many noises at night, donâ€™t you
know?â€ said Gerald. â€œEspecially round
an old house like this. You were not per-
sonally alarmed, were you, Miss Montfort?â€
I think you may be pretty sure that there
was nothing supernatural about it. Oh, I
donâ€™t mean anything in particular, of course ;
but â€” well, I never saw a ghost, and I donâ€™t
believe in â€™â€™em. Do you?â€
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â€œCertainly not. I didnâ€™t suppose any one
believed in them nowadays. But,â€”do you
know, I really am almost afraid my Cousin
Sophronia does. She will not listen to any
explanation I can suggest. I really â€”oh,
here she is, Mr. Merryweather!â€â€™
Miss Sophronia greeted Gerald with effu-
sion. â€œI heard your voice, my dear young
man,â€ she said, â€œand I came down to beg
that you would take tea with us this evening
â€”with my niece â€”she is quite the same as
my own niece; I make no difference, dearest
Margaret, I assure you, â€” with my niece and
me. Ifâ€”if there should be any more un-
pleasant occurrences, it would be a comfort
to have a man, however young, on the prem-
ises. Willis sleeps in the barn, and he is
deaf, and would be of little use. He couldnâ€™t
even be of the smallest use, if we should be
murdered in our beds.â€
â€œOh, but we are not going to be murdered,
Cousin Sophronia,â€ said Margaret, lightly.
â€œWe are going to be very courageous, and
justâ€™ let that noise understand that we care
nothing whatever about it.â€
. 220 MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œMargaret, my love, you are trivial,â€ re-
sponded Miss Sophronia, peevishly. â€œI-wish
you would pay attention when I speak. I
ask Mr. Merryweather to take tea with us,
and you talk about noises. Very singular, I
* â€œOh, but of course it would be very
pleasant, mdeed, to have Mr. Merryweather
take tea with us!â€ cried Margaret, in some
confusion. â€œI hope you will come, Mr.
It appeared that nothing in the habitable
universe would give Mr. Merryweather greater
pleasure. At half-past six? He would not
fail to be on hand; and if there should be
noises again, why â€” let those who made them
look to themselves. And, with this, the
young man took his leave.
The children were very troublesome that
day. Margaret could not seem to lay her
hand on any one of them. If she called
Basil, he was â€œin the barn, Cousin Margaret,
helpmg Willis with the hay. Of course Ill
come, if you want me, but Willis seems to
need me a good deal, if you donâ€™t mind.â€
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When it was time for Susan D.â€™s sewing,
the child came most obediently and affection-
ately ; but her thimble was nowhere to be
found, and she had mislaid her spool, and,
finally, when everything was found, she had
not sat still ten minutes, when she was â€œso
â€˜thirsty; and must go and get a glass of
water, please, Cousin Margaret!â€
â€œSusan,â€ said Margaret, â€œI want to talk
to you, and I cannot seem to get a chance for
a word. Sit ot now, like a good little girl,
and tell meâ€”â€
â€œYes, Cousin Marearst I couldnâ€™t find my
thimble first, you see; and then there wasnâ€™t
any spool, and I left it in my basket yester-
day, â€™'m sure I did, but Merton will take it to
teach the kitten tricks with, and then it gets
all dirty. Donâ€™t you know how horrid a
spool is when a kitten has been playing with
it? You have to wind off yards and yards,
and then the rest is sort of fruzzly, and keeps
â€œYes, I know. Susan D., what were you
doing last evening?â€ said Margaret.
â€œLast evening?â€ repeated the child. â€œWe
222 MARGARET MONTFORT.
were in the summer-house, Cousin Margaret.
We were playing Scottish Chiefs, donâ€™t you
know? Merton had to play Lord Soulis,
cause he drew the short straw; but he got
cross, and wouldnâ€™t play good a bit.â€
â€œWouldnâ€™t play well, or nicely,â€ corrected
Margaret. â€œ But after that, Susan dear?â€
â€œThat took a long time,â€ said the child.
It seemed, when she was alone with Marga-
ret, that she could not talk enough; the little
pent-up nature was finding most delightful
relief and pleasure in unfolding before the
sympathy that was always warm, always
â€œYou see, when it came to carrying me off
(I was Helen Mar, after I'd been Marion and
was dead), Merton was just horrid. He said
he wouldnâ€™t carry me off; he said he wouldnâ€™t
have me for a gift, and called me Scratch-
face, and all kinds of names. And of course
Lord Soulis wouldnâ€™t have talked that way ;
so Wallace (of course Basil had to be Wallace
when he drew the long straw, and he never
cheats, though Merton does, whenever he gets
a chance) â€”well, and so, Wallace told him,
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if he didnâ€™t carry me off in two shakes of a
catâ€™s tail â€”â€
â€œ Susan D.!â€
â€œWell, thatâ€™s what he said, Cousin Marga-
ret. Tm telling you just as it happened,
truly lam. If he didnâ€™t carry me off in two
shakes of a catâ€™s tail, heâ€™d pitch him over the
parapet, â€” you know thereâ€™s a splendid para-
pet in the summer-house,â€” and so he wouldnâ€™t,
and so he did; but Mert held on, and they
both went over into the meadow. I guess
Lord Soulis got the worst of it down there,
for when they climbed up again he did carry
me off, though he pinched me hard all the way,
and made my arm all black and blue; I didnâ€™t
say anything, because I was Helen Mar, but I
gave it to him goodâ€”I mean well â€” this
morning, and served him out. And then
Wallace had to rescue me, of course, and that
was great, and we all fell over the parapet
again, and that was the way I tore the gath-
ers out of my frock. So you see, Cousin
Susan D. paused for breath, and bent over
her sewing with exemplary diligence. Mavr-
224 MARGARET MONTFORT.
garet took the childâ€™s chin in her hand, and
raised her face towards her.
â€œSusan,â€ she said, gently, â€œafter you had
that fine play â€”it must have been a great
play, and I wish I had seen it â€”after that,
what did you do?â€
â€œ We â€” we â€” went to bed!â€ said Susan D.
â€œWhy did you go without coming to
say good night? Answer me truly, dear
The two pairs of gray eyes looked straight
into each other. A shadow of fear â€”a sug-
gestion of the old look of distrust and sus-
picion â€” crept into the childâ€™s eyes for a
moment; but before Margaretâ€™s kind, firm,
loving gaze it vanished and was gone. A
wave of colour swept over her face; her eyes
wavered, gave one imploring glance, and
â€œ Arenâ€™t you going to tell me, Susan D.?â€
asked Margaret once more.
â€œNâ€”no!â€ said Susan D., in a whisper
â€œNo? And why not, dear child?â€
â€œT promised!â€ whispered Susan D.
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â€œSusan D., do you know anything about
that strange noise that frightened us so last
But not another word would Susan D. say:
She looked loving, imploring, deprecating ;
she threw her arms around Margaretâ€™s neck,
and hid her face and clung to her; but no
word could she be brought to say. At last
Margaret, displeased and puzzled, felt con-
strained to tell the child rather sternly to foldâ€™
her work and go away, and not come back to
her till she could answer questions properly.
Susan went obediently; at the door she hesi-
tated, and Margaret heard a little sigh, which
made her heart go out in sympathy toward
the little creature. Instantly she rose, and,
going to the child, put her arms round her
â€œDarling, I think you are puzzled about
something,â€ she said, quickly. Susan D. nod-
ded, and clung close to her cousinâ€™s side.
â€œT will not ask you anything more,â€ said
Margaret. â€œIam going to trust you, Susan
D., not to do anything wrong. Remember,
dear, that the two most important things in
226 MARGARET MONTFORT.
the world are truth and kindness. Now kiss
me, dear, and go.â€
Left alone, Margaret sat for some time,
puzzling over what had happened, and won-
dering what would happen next. It was evi-
dent that the children were concerned in some
way, or at least had some knowledge, of the
mysterious sounds which had so alarmed
â€˜Miss Sophronia. What ought she to do?
How far must she try to force confession from
them, if it were her duty to try; and how
could she do it?
Thus pondering, she became aware of voices
in the air; she sat near the open window, and
the voices were from above her. The nurs-
ery window! She listened, bending nearer,
and holding her breath.
â€œWell, if you back out now, Susan D., it
will be mean!â€ Basil was saying. â€œ What
did you say to her?â€ â€”-
â€œT didnâ€™t say anything!â€ Susan D. an-
â€œWhy didnâ€™t you tell her that we had a
pain, and didnâ€™t want to bother her, â€™cause
she had company?â€ cried Merton, eagerly.
WHO DID IT? 227
â€œT had that all fixed to tell her, only she
never asked me.â€
â€œT wouldnâ€™t tell her a lie,â€ said Susan D.
â€œ Basil, you wouldnâ€™t tell her a lie, either,
you know you wouldnâ€™t, when she looks at
you that way, straight at you, and you canâ€™t
get your eyes away.â€
â€œ Of course I wouldnâ€™t,â€ said Basil. â€œ And
the reason she didnâ€™t ask you, Merton, was
because she knew it wouldnâ€™t make much dif-
ference what you said. Thatâ€™s the trouble
about you. But now, Susan, if you had only
had a little dipplo-macy, you could have got
through all right, as I did.â€ .
â€œT donâ€™t know what you mean by dipplo-
macy,â€ retorted Susan.
â€œ Ho, stupid!â€ sneered Merton.
â€œT donâ€™t believe you know what it means
yourself!â€ cried Basil. â€œCome, tell now, if.
you are so wise. What does it mean? Ah,
I knew you didnâ€™t know! You are a sneak,
Mert! Well, I guess in the beginning, when
Adam was making the words, you know, he
must have wanted to hide from the serpent or
something â€” perhaps a hairy mammoth, or a
228 - MARGARET MONTFORT.
megatherium, I shouldnâ€™t wonder,â€”so he
said, â€˜Dip low, and then â€˜ Massy!â€™ for a
kind of exclamation, you see. And spelling
gets changed a lot in the course of time; you
can see that just from one class to another in
the grammar school. Well, anyhow, it means
a -sort of getting round things, managing
them, without telling lies, or truth either.â€
â€œYou've got to tell one or the other,â€
objected Susan D.
â€œNo, you havenâ€™t, either! Now, how did I
manage? I have just kept out of Cousin
Margaretâ€™s way all day, so far, and â€™m going
to keep out the rest of it. Ive been helping
Willis ever since breakfast, and he says I
really helped him a great deal, and Pll make
a farmer yet; only I wonâ€™t, cause â€™m going
into the navy. And now pretty soon Iâ€™m
.going in, in a tearing hurry, and ask her if I
can take some lunch and go over to see Mr.
Merryweather at the bog, â€™cause he is going to
give me a lesson in surveying. He 1s ; he said
he would, any time I came over. And s0,
you see â€” â€
â€œThatâ€™s all very well,â€ interrupted Merton,
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scorntully. â€œBut when it comes night, what'll
you do then, I should like to know?â€
â€œHasy enough. I shall have a headache,
and she wonâ€™t ask me questions when I have
a headache; she'll just sit and stroke my
head, and put me to sleep.â€
â€œHo! Howâ€™ll you get yout headache? Have
to tell a lie then, I guess.â€
â€œNo, sir, I won't! And if you say that
again, Pll bunt you up against the wall. Hasy
enough to get a headache. I donâ€™t know
whether I shall eat hot doughnuts, or just
ram my head against the horse-chestnut-tree
till it aches; but Iâ€™ll get the headache, you
may bet your boots â€”â€â€™
â€œ Basil, she asked you not to say that, nad
you said you wouldn't.â€
â€œWell, â€™'m sorry; I didnâ€™t mean to. Pull
out a hair, Susan D., and then I shall remem-
ber next time. Ouch! You pulled out two.â€
â€œTsay, come on!â€ cried Merton. â€œWe've
got lots of things to see to. We have toâ€”â€ â€”
The voices were gone. Margaret sat still,
sewing steadily, and working many poonens
into her seam.
930 MARGARET MONTFORT.
It might have been half an hour after this
that Basil burst into the room, breathless and
beaming, his tow-colored hair standing on end.
â€œOh, Cousin Margaret, can Iâ€”I mean may
I, go over to the bog? Mr. Merryweather said
he would give me a lesson in surveying; and
Frances is going to put me up some luncheon,
and Tm inanorful hurry. May Igo, please?â€
â€œYes, Basil; you may go after you have
answered me one question.â€
â€œYes, Cousin Margaret,â€ said the diplomat.
â€œJT may miss Mr. Merryweather if I donâ€™t go
pretty quick, but of course I will.â€
â€œ Basil, did you make that strange noise
last night ?â€
â€œNo, Cousin Margaret!â€ cried the boy ; the
smile seemed to break from every corner of
his face at once, and his eyes looked straight
truth into hers. â€œI did not. Is that all?
You said one question! Thank you ever and
ever somuch! Good-bye!â€ And he was gone.
â€œTt is quite evident that I am not a dipplo-
mat,â€ said Margaret, with a laugh that ended
in a sigh. â€œI wish Uncle John would come
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-Tue evening fell close and hot. Gerald
Merryweather, taking his way to Fernley
House, noticed the great white thunder-heads
peering above the eastern horizon. â€œ Thereâ€™ll
be trouble by and by,â€ he said.
â€œI wonder, oh, I wonder,
If theyâ€™re afraid of thunder.
â€œiver lapsing into immortal verse, my son.
You are the Lost Pleiad of Literature, thatâ€™s
what you are; and a mighty neat phrase that
is. Oh, my Philly, why arenâ€™t you here, to
take notice of my coruscations? Full many a
squib is born to blaze unseen, and waste its
fizzing â€” Hello, you, sir! Stop a minute, will
A small boy was scudding along the path
before him. He turned his head, but on see-
232 MARGARET MONTFORT.
ing Gerald he only doubled his rate of speed.
Merton was a good runner for his size, but it
was ill trying to race the Gambolling Grey-
hound, as Gerald had been called at school.
Two or three quick steps, two or three long,
â€˜lopping bounds, and Master Merton was
caught, clutched by the collar, and held aloft,
wriggling and protesting.
â€œYou let me go!â€ whined Merton. â€œOh,
please Mr. Merryweather, donâ€™t stop me now.
Itâ€™s very important, indeed, it is.â€
â€œJust what I was thinking,â€ said Gerald.
â€œ We'll go along together, my son. I wouldnâ€™t
squirm, if I were you; destructive to the
collar ; believe one who has suffered. What!
itis not so many years. Take courage, small
cat, and strive no more!â€
Merton, after one heroic wriggle, gave up
the battle, and walked beside his captor in
â€œCome!â€ said Gerald. â€œLet us be merry,
my son. As to that noise, now! â€
â€œWhat noise?â€ asked Merton, peevishly.
â€œThe roarer, my charmer. Why beat about
the bush? You frightened the old â€” that is,
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you alarmed both your cousins, with the joyful
instrument known among the profane as a
roarer. Tush! Why attempt concealment?
Have I not roared, when time was? Anda
very pretty amusement, I could never deny ;
but I wouldnâ€™t try it again, thatâ€™s all. You
hear, young sir? I wouldnâ€™t try it again.â€
â€œ T donâ€™t know what you meanâ€”â€ Merton
began; but at this Gerald lifted him gently
~ from the ground by his shirt-collar, and, wav-
ing him about, intimated gently that it would
not be good for his health to tell lies.
â€œWell, I didnâ€™t do it, anyhow!â€ Merton
protested. â€œ Honest, I did not.â€
â€œ Honesty is not written in your expressive
countenance, Master Merton Montfort,â€ said
Gerald. â€˜However, it may be so. We shall
see. Meantime, young fellow, and merely as
between man and man, you understand, it
would be money in your youthful pocket if
you could acquire the habit of looking a
person in the eyes, and not directing that
cherubic gaze at the waistcoat buttons, or
even the necktie, of your in-ter-loc-utor.
Now, here we are at the house, and you may
234 MARGARET MONTFORT.
go, my interesting popinjay. Bear in mind
that my eye is upon you. Adieu! adieu!
Gerald put such dramatic fervour into this
farewell that Merton was as heartily fright-
ened as he could have desired, and scurried .
away without stopping to look behind.
â€œThatâ€™s not such a very nice little boy, I
believe,â€ said Gerald. â€œ Tâ€™other one is worth
a cool dozen of Master Merton. Well, they
won't do much mischief while I am to the
fore. Though I should be loth to interfere
with the end they probably have in view. I
should like full well myself to make that â€”
Ah, good evening, Miss Montfort!â€
It was so hot after tea, that even Miss
Sophronia made no suggestion of sitting in
the house. They all assembled on the
verandah, which faced south, so that gen-
erally here, if anywhere, a breath of evening
coolness might be had. To-night, however,
no such breath was to be felt. The thunder-
heads had crept up, up, half-way across the
sky ; their snowy white had changed to black-
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- ish blue; and now and again, there opened
here or there what looked like a deep cavern,
filled with lurid flame ; and then would follow
a long, rolling murmur, dying away into faint
mutterings and losing itself among the tree-
Miss Sophronia was very uneasy. At one
moment: she declared she must go into the
house, she could not endure this; the next
she vowed she would rather see the danger as
it came, and she would never desert the
â€œDo you think there is danger, my dear
young man?â€ she asked, for perhaps the tenth
â€œWhy, no!â€ said Gerald. â€œNo more than
usual, Miss Montfort. These trees, you see,
are a great protection. If the lightning
strikes one of them, of course it will divert
the fluid from the house. If you have no
iron about your person â€”â€
But here Miss Sophronia interrupted him.
She begged to beâ€™excused for a moment, and
went into the house. When she returned,
her head was enveloped in what looked like
236 MARGARET MONTFORT.
a â€œtidyâ€ of purple wool, while her feet were
shuffling along in a pair of blue knitted
â€œThere!â€ she said, â€œI have removed every
atom of metal, my dear young man, down to -
my hairpins, I assure you; -and there were
nails in my shoes, Margaret. My dear, I
advise you to follow my example. So impor-
tant, I always say, to obey the dictates of
science. I shall always consider it a special
providence that sent this dear young man
to us at this trying time. Go at once,
dearest Margaret, I implore you.â€
But Margaret refused to adopt any such
measures of precaution. She was enjoying
the slow oncoming of the storm; she had
seldom seen anything more beautiful, she
thought, and Gerald agreed with her. He
was sitting near her, and had taken Merton
on his knee, to that young gentlemanâ€™s mani-
fest discomposure. He wriggled now and
then, and muttered some excuse for getting
down, but Gerald blandly assured him each
time that he was not inconveniencing him in
the least, and begged him to make himself
BLACK SPIRITS AND WHITE. 237
comfortable, and entirely at home. Mean-
time, Margaret had called Basil and Susan
D. to her side, and was holding a hand of
each, calling upon them from time to time
to see the wonderful beauty of the approach-
ing storm. They responded readily enough,
and were really interested and impressed.
Once or twice, it is true, Basil stole a glance
at his sister, and generally found her looking
at him in a puzzled, inquiring fashion; then
he would shake his head slightly, and give
- himself up once more to watching the sky.
It was a very extraordinary sky. The
~ clouds, now deep purple, covered it almost
from east to west; only low down in the
west a band of angry orange still lingered,
and added to the sinister beauty of the scene.
The red caverns opened deeper and brighter,
and now and again a long, zigzag flash of gold
stood out for an instant against the black,
and following it came crack upon crack of
thunder, rollmg and rumbling over their
heads. But still the air hung close and
heavy, still there was no breath of wind, no
drop of rain.
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Sitting thus, and for the moment silent,
there came, in a pause of the thunder, a
new sound; a sound that some of them, at
least, knew well. Close at hand, rising ap-
parently from the very wall at their side,
came the long, eerie wail of the night be-
fore. Louder and louder it swelled, till it
rang like a shriek in their ears, then suddenly
it broke and shuddered itself away, till only
the ghost of a sound crept from their ears,
and was lost. Margaret and Gerald both
sprang to their feet, the girl held the chil-
drenâ€™s hands fast in hers, the lad clutched the
boy in his arms till he whimpered and cried ;
their eyes met, full of inquiry, the same
thought flashing from blue eyes and gray.
Not the children? What, then? Before
Gerald could speak, Miss Sophronia was
clinging to him again, shrieking and cry-
ing; calling upon him to save her; but this
time Gerald put her aside with little ceremony.
â€œTf youll take this boy!â€ he cried.
â€œHold him tight, please, and donâ€™t let him
get off. Iâ€™m goingâ€”if I may?â€ he looked
swift inquiry at Margaret.
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â€œOh, yes, yes!â€ cried the girl. â€œDo go!
We are all right. Cousin Sophronia, you
must let him go.â€
Dropping Merton into the affrighted ladyâ€™s
arms, the lithe, active youth was in the house
in an instant, following the Voice of Fernley.
There it came again, rising, rismg, â€” the cry
of a lost soul, the wail of a repentant spirit.
â€œ A roarer, by all means!â€ said young Mer-
ryweather. â€œBut where, and by whom?â€
He ran from side to side, laymg his ear
against the wall here, there, following the
sound. Suddenly he stopped short, like a.
dog pointing. Here, in this thickness of the
wall, was it? Then, there must be a recess,
a something. What corresponded to this
jog? Ha! that little low door, almost hid-
den by the great picture of the boar-hunt.
Locked? No; only sticking, from not having
been opened, perhaps, for years. It yielded.
He rushed in,â€”the door closed behind him
with a spring. He found himself in total
darkness, â€” darkness filled with a hideous
cry, that rang out sharp and sa
then fell into sudden silence.
240. MARGARET MONTFORT.
â€œTs it you, Master Merton?â€ said a whis-
per. â€œI didnâ€™t wait; I thought maybe â€”â€
Gerald stretched out his arm, and grasped
a solid form. Instantly he was grasped in
return by a pair of strong arms, â€” grasped
and held with as powerful a grip as his
own. A full minute passed, two creatures
clutching each other in the pit-dark, listen-
ing to each otherâ€™s breathing, counting each
otherâ€™s heart-beats. Then â€”
â€œWho are you?â€ asked Gerald, under his
â€œNone of your business!â€â€™ was Ae reply,
low, but prompt. â€œWho are you, if it comes
â€œWhy, â€” why, you're a woman !
â€œAnd .youâ€™re a man, and thatâ€™s worse.
What are you doing here?â€
â€œT am taking tea here. Iâ€™m a visitor. I
have been here all the evening.â€
â€œ And TPve been here twenty years. Tm
The young man loosed his hold, and
dropped on the floor. He rocked back
and forth, in silent convulsions of laughter.
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â€œThe cook! Great Caesar, the cook! Oh,
dear me! Stop me, somebody. What â€”
what did you do it for?â€ he gasped, be-
tween the paroxysms.
â€œHush! Young Mr. Merryweather, is it?
Do be quiet, sir! We're close by the ve-
randah. Wasâ€”was she frightened, sir?â€
â€œShe? Who? One of â€™em was.â€
â€œ Sheâ€”the old one. I wouldnâ€™t frighten
Miss Margaret; but she has too much sense.
Was the other one scared, sir?â€
â€œInto: fits, very near. You did it well,
Mrs. Cook! . I couldnâ€™t have done it better,
â€”look here! I shall have to tell them, -
though. I came expressly to find outâ€”â€ .
Groping in the dark, Frances clutched his
arm again, this time in a gentler. grasp.
â€œDonâ€™t you do it, sir!â€â€™. she whispered.
â€œYoung gentleman, donâ€™t you do it! If
you do, she'll stay here all her days. No
one canâ€™t stand her, sir, and this were the
only way. Hark! Save us! Whatâ€™s that?â€
No glimmer of light could penetrate to the
closet where they stood, in the thickness of
the wall, but a tremendous peal of thunder
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shook the house, and Miss Sophroniaâ€™s voice
could be heard calling frantically on Gerald
to come back.
â€œT must go,â€ said Gerald. â€œIâ€”I wonâ€™t
give you away, Mrs. Cook. Shake!â€
â€œYou're a gentleman, sir,â€ replied Fran-
ces. They shook hands in the dark, and
Gerald ran out. Even as he opened the
door the storm broke. A violent blast of
wind, a blinding flare, a rattling volley
of thunder, and down came the rain.
A-rush, a roar, the trampling of a thou-
sand horses; and overhead the great guns
bellowing, and the flashes coming and going
â€”it was a wild scene. The family had
come in, and were all standing in the front
hall. All? No, two, only,â€” Margaret and
Miss Sophronia. In the confusion and tu-
mult, the children had escaped, and were
â€˜gone. Margaret, a little pale, but perfectly
composed, met Gerald with a smile, as if it
were the most ordinary thing in the world
for young gentlemen to walk out of the wall.
She was supporting Miss Sophronia, who had
quite lost her head, and was crying piteously
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that they would die together, and that who-
ever escaped must take her watch and chain
back to William. â€œ Poor William, what will
become of him and those helpless babes ?â€
â€œTtâ€™s all right, Miss Montfort,â€ said Gerald, |
cheerfully. â€œTI ran the noise down, and it
was the simplest thing in the world. Noth-
ing to be alarmed about, I do assure you;
â€œWhat was it?â€ asked Margaret, in an
â€œTl tell you by and by,â€ replied the
young man, in the same tone. â€œNot now,
please; I promisedâ€”somebody. You shall
know all in good time.â€
His look of bright confidence was not to be
resisted. Margaret nodded cheerfully, and
submitted to be mystified m her own home
â€˜by an almost total stranger. Indeed, the
Voice of Fernley had suddenly sunk into
insignificance beside the Voice of Nature.
The turmoil outside grew more andâ€™ more
furious. At length a frightful crash an-
nounced that the lightning had struck some-
where very near the house. This was the
244 MARGARET MONTFORT.
last straw for poor Miss Sophronia. She
fled up-stairs, imploring Gerald and Margaret
to follow her. â€œLet us die together!â€ she
cried. â€œI am responsible for your young -
lives; we will pass away in one embrace.
The long closet, Margaret! It is our only
chance of life, â€”the long closet!â€
The long closet, as it was called, was in
reality a long enclosed passage, leading from
the Blue Room, where Miss Sophronia slept,
to one of the spare chambers beyond. It was
a dim place, lighted only by a transom above
the door. Here were kept various ancient
family relics which would not bear the light
of day; a few rusty pictures, some ancient
hats, and, notably, a bust of some deceased
Montfort, which stood on a shelf, covered
with a white sheet, like a half-length ghost.
Margaret did not think this gloomy place at
all a cheerful place for a nervous woman in
a thunder-storm; so, nodding to Gerald to
follow, she ran up-stairs. But before she
reached the landing, terrific shrieks began to
issue from the upper floor ; shrieks so agonis-
ing, so ear-piercing, that they dominated even
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the clamour of the storm. Margaret flew, and
Gerald flew after. What new portent was
here? Breathless, Margaret reached the door
of the long closet. It stood open. On the
floor inside crouched Miss Sophronia, uttering
the frantic screams which rang through the
house. Apparently she had lost the use of
her limbs from terror, else she would not
have remained motionless before the figure
which was advancing towards her from the
gloom of the long passage. First a dusky
whiteness glimmered from the black of the
further end, where the half-ghost sat on
its shelf; then gradually the whiteness
detached itself, took shape, â€”if it could be
called shape, emerged into the dim half-
light, â€” came on slowly, silently. Shrouded,
like the ghostly bust behind it, tall and
slender, with dark locks escaping beneath the
hood or cowl that drooped low over its face,
â€”with one hand raised, and pointing stiffly
at the unhappy woman, â€” the figure came on
â€”and onâ€”till it saw Margaret. Then it
stopped. Next came in view the bright, eager
face of Gerald Merryweather, looking over
246 MARGARET MONTFORT.
Margaretâ€™s shoulder. And at that, the spectre
began, very slowly, and with ineffable dignity,
â€œExclusive party,â€ whispered Gerald. â€œOb.
jects to our society, Miss Montfort. Shall I
head him off, or let him go?â€
Margaret made no reply; she was bending
over the poor lady on the floor, trying to
make her hear, trying to check the screams
which still rang out with piercing force.
â€œCousin Sophronia! Cousin, do stop! Do
listen tome! It isa trick, a naughty, naughty
trick ; nothing else in the world. _ Do, please,
stop screaming, and listen to me. Oh, what
shall I do with her?â€ This remark was
addressed to Gerald; but that young gentle.
man was no longer beside her. He had been
keeping his eye on the spectre, which slowly,
softly glided back and back, until it melted
once more into the thick blackness at the
further end. Gerald dodged out into the hall,
and ran along the outer passage, to meet, as
he expected, the ghost full and fair at the
other door. â€œRun!â€ cried a small voice.
â€œT'll hold him; run!â€ Gerald was grasped
A LIVELY GHOST.
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once more, this time by a pair of valiant little
hands which did their best, and which he put
aside very gently, seeing a petticoat beneath
them. â€œYou shaâ€™nâ€™t catch him!â€ cried the
second spectre, clinging stoutly to his legs.
â€œTwice he wrung her hands in twain,
But the small hands closed again!â€
Meantime the spectre-in-chief had darted
back into the closed passage. There was a
crash. The half-ghost toppled over as he
ran against it, and was shivered on the floor,
adding another noise to the confusion. The
phantom raced along the passage, took a flying
leap over Miss Sophroniaâ€™s prostrate form,
revealing, had any looked, an unsuspected
blackness of leg beneath the flowing white,
- and scudded along the square upper hall. By
this time Gerald was at his heels again, and a
pretty race it was. Round the hall, up the
stairs, and round the landing of the attic flight.
At the attic door the spectre wavered an
instant, â€”then turned, and dashed down-stairs
again. Once more round the upper hall, now
down the great front staircase, gathering his
248 MARGARET MONTFORT.
skirts as he went, the black legs now in
good evidence, and making wonderful play. A
good runner, surely. But the Greyhound was
gaining ; he was upon him. The phantom gave
a wild shriek, gained the front door with one
desperate leap, and plunged, followed by his
pursuer, into the arms of a gentleman who
stood in the doorway, in the act of entering.
â€œ Hasy, there!â€ said Mr. Montfort, receiving
pursuer and pursued with impartial calm. â€œIs
it the Day of Judgment, or what?â€
â€œJT am extremely sorry, Sophronia, that you
were so alarmed last night. I trust you feel
no ill effects this morning ?â€
â€œTil effects! My dear John, I ama ore !
Simply a wreck, mentally and physically. I
shall never recover from it â€” never.â€
â€œOh, donâ€™t say that, Cousin Sophronia!â€
exclaimed Margaret, who was really much dis-
tressed at all that passed.
â€œMy love, if it is the truth, I must say
it. Truth, Margaret, is what I live for. No,
I shall never recover, I feel it. My prayer is
that these unhappy children may never know
that they are the cause of my untimely â€”â€
â€œHas Basil made his apology?â€ asked Mr.
â€œYes, John, yes; I am bound to say he
has, though he. showed little feeling in it.
250 MARGARET. MONTFORT.
Not a tenth part so much as little Merton,
who was in real sorrow, â€” actually shed tears,
â€”although he had no hand in the cruel de-
ceit. Ah! Merton is the only one of those
children who has any heart.â€
â€œIndeed?â€ said Mr. Montfort, â€œI didnâ€™t
know it was as bad as that.â€
â€œQuite, I assure you, dearest John. If it
were not for my poor William and his chil-
dren, I should take Merton with me and be a
mother to him. His nerves, like mine, are
shattered by the terrible occurrences of the
last two nights. He was positively hysteri-
cal as he pointed out to meâ€”what I had
already pointed out to you, Margaret â€” that
the real thing had not been explained. I
might, in time, live down the effect of those
childrenâ€™s wicked jest ; but the Voice of Fern-
ley has never been explained, and never will
Mr. Montfort pulled his moustache, and
looked out of the window, observing the
prospect ; but Margaret cried:
â€œOh, Cousin Sophronia, you are wrong;
indeed, indeed you are! Young Mr. Merry-
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weather found out all about it last night, only
he had not time to tell us. He said it was
something perfectly simple, and that there
was no need of being alarmed in the least.â€
â€œ By the way,â€ said Mr. Montfort, â€œI have
a note from the lad this morning. He found
some special tools were needed, and went up
to town by the early train to see about them.
May be gone a day or two, he says. What
was the noise like, Margaret?â€
Margaret was about to tell all she knew,
but Miss Sophronia interrupted. â€œ Spare me,
dearest Margaret, spare me the recalling of
details. I am still too utterly broken, â€”I
shall faint, I know I shall. John, it was sim-
ply the voice that was heard ten, or it may
be fifteen years ago, when I was a young girl.
You must remember; it is impossible but
that you must remember.â€
â€œâ€˜T remember perfectly,â€ said Mr. Montfort.
â€œThat was thirty years ago, Sophronia; that
was in 1866. Oh, yes, [remember.â€ Again
Mr. Montfort became absorbed in the view
from the window. His face was very grave;
why, then, did the buttons on his waistcoat
252 MARGARET MONTFORT.
shake? â€œAnd Master Merton was frightened,
was he?â€ he resumed, presently. â€œ Ha! that
looks bad. Good morning, Jones,â€ as a re-
spectable-looking man in livery came up the
gravel walk. â€œA note for me? no answer?
thanks.â€ The man touched his hat, and de-
parted ; Mr. Montfort opened the pretty, pearl-
coloured note, and read, as follows :
â€œDonâ€™t punish the children; it was partly my
fault, and partly your own. I supposed you expected
something to happen, and I thought the old trick
would serve as well as a new one.
â€œ Ags ever,
_ ~â€œHumph!â€ said Mr. Montfort, twisting the
note, and frowning at the window. â€œ Pre-
cisely! and so, you were saying, Sophronia â€”
ahem ! that is, you are obliged to leave us?â€
â€œYes, my dearest John, I must go. I could
not, no! I could not sleep another night be-
neath this roof. I have told Willis. I am
cut to the heart at leaving you, so helpless,
with only this poor child here, and those â€”
those dreadful children of Anthonyâ€™s. I
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would so gladly have made a home for you,
my poor cousin. I live only for others; but.
still it seems my duty Â¢o live, and I am con-
vinced that another night here would be my
â€œT will not attempt to change your purpose,
Sophronia. At the same time I am bound to
tell you thatâ€”aâ€”that the disturbance of
which you speak is of no supernatural kind,
but is attributable to â€” to human agency alto-
gether. If you wish, I will have it looked
into at once, or we can wait till young Merry-
weather comes back. He seemed to know
about it, you say, Margaret. Andâ€”but at
any rate, Sophronia, we can write you the
sequel, and, if you feel uneasy, why, as you
sayâ€” You have ordered Willis? Then Pll
go and get some tags for your trunks.â€
Mr. Montfort retired with some alacrity,
and Margaret, with an unexplained feeling
of guilt at her heart, offered to help Miss
Sophronia with her packing.
An hour later the lady was making her
adieux. The carriage was at the door, Willis
had strapped on the two trunks, and all was
254 MARGARET MONTFORT.
ready. Mr. Montfort shook his cousin by the
hand, and was sorry that her visit had ended
in such an untoward manner. Margaret
begged Cousin Sophroniaâ€™s â€˜pardon for any-
thing she might have done amiss. Indeed, the
gitlâ€™s heart was full of a vague remorse. She
had tried, but she felt that she might have
tried harder to make things go smoothly.
But Miss Sophronia bore, she declared, no
malice to any one.
â€œT came, dear John, determined to do my
best, toâ€™ be a sister to you in every way; it
will always be a comfort to think that I have
been with you these two months. It may be
that some time, when my nerves are restored,
I may be able to come to Fernley again; if
you should make any changes, you understand
me. Indeed, a complete change, my dear
cousin, is the thing I should most recommend.
Missing me as you will,â€” a companion of your
own age,â€”you might still marry, dearest
John, you might indeed. Emily â€”â€
â€œThat will do, Sophronia!â€ said Mr. Mont-
fort, sternly. â€œHave you EVR RUDE you
want for the journey?â€
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â€œEverything, I think, dear John. Ah!
well, good-bye, Margaret! It has been a blow
to find that you do not love me, my dear,
as I have loved you, but we must bear our
burdens.â€ ; |
â€œWhat do youâ€”what can you mean,
Cousin Sophronia?â€ asked Margaret, turning
crimson. â€œIam sureI have tried â€”â€
â€œAh! well, my dear, one gives oneself
away,â€ said the lady. â€œ You said in your let-
ter to your cousin, â€” I recall the precise words
â€”â€˜I have tried to love her, but I cannot
succeed.â€™ Yes; very painful to one who has
a heart like mine; but I find so few â€”â€
â€œ Cousin Sophronia,â€ cried the girl, all softer
thoughts now merged in a burning resentment.
â€œYouâ€” you read my letter, the letter that
was on my own desk, in my own room?â€
â€œCertaimly, my love, I did. I hope I know
something about young girls and their ways;
I considered it my duty, my sacred duty, to
see what you wrote.â€
â€œYou seem to know little about the ways
of gentle people!â€ cried Margaret, unable for
once to restrain herself, Her uncle laid his
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hand on her arm. â€œSteady, little woman
he said. His quiet, warning voice brought
the angry girl to herself, the more quickly
that she knew his sympathy was all with her.
â€œTâ€”T should not have said that, Cousin
Sophronia,â€ she said. â€œI beg your pardon!
She could not say more; she stood still,
with burning cheeks, while Mr. Montfort
helped the lady into the carriage.
â€œA pleasant journey to you, Sophronia,â€
he said, as he closed the door. â€œ Willis â€”â€
_ â€œGood-bye!â€ cried Miss Sophronia, out of
the window. â€œBless you, dearest John! Mar-
garet, my love, I shall always think of you
most tenderly, believe me, in spite of every-
thing. It is impossible for me to harbour re-
sentment. No, my child, I shall always love
you as a sister. I have taken the old vinai-
grette with me, as a little souvenir of you; I
knew it would give you pleasure to have me
use it. Bless you! And, John, if you want
me to look up some good servants for you, I
know of an excellent woman who would be
the very thing â€”â€â€™
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â€œWillis!â€ said Mr. Montfort again. â€œ You'll
miss that train, Sophronia, if you donâ€™t, â€” bon â€”
Mr. Montfort stood for some seconds look-
ing after the carriage as it drove off; then he
drew a long breath, and threw out his arms,
opening his broad chest.
â€œHa!â€ said he. â€œSo that is over. Here
endeth theâ€” What, crying, May Margaret ?
Come and sit here beside me, child; or shall
we come out and see the roses? Really aston-
ishing to have this number of roses in August ;
but some of these late kinds are very fine, I
Chatting quietly and cheerfully, he moved
from one shrub to another, while Margaret
wiped her eyes, and gradually quieted her
â€œThank you; Uncle John!â€ she said,
presently. â€œYou know, donâ€™t you? You
always know, just as papa did. Butâ€” but
T never heard of any oneâ€™s eee such a tEIng,
â€œDidnâ€™t you, my dear? Well, you see, you
didnâ€™t know your Cousin Sophronia when she
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was a girl. Andâ€” let us be just,â€ he added.
â€œYou, belonging to the new order, have no
idea of what many people thought and did
forty years ago. I have no doubt, from my
recollection of my Aunt Melissa, Sophroniaâ€™s
mother, that she read all her childrenâ€™s letters.
I know she searched my pockets once, think-
ing I had stolen sugar; I hadnâ€™t, that time,
and my white rat was in my pocket, and bit
her, and I was glad.â€
Seeing Margaret laugh again, Mr. Montfort
added, in a different tone, â€œ And now, I must
see those boys.â€ .
The children were sent for to the study,
where they remained for some time. Basil
and Susan D. came out looking very grave ;
they went up to the nursery in silence, and
sat on the sofa, rubbing their heads together,
and now and then exchanging a murmur of
sympathy and understanding. Merton re-
mained after the others, and when he emerged
from the fatal door, he was weeping profusely,
and refused to be comforted by Elizabeth ;
and was found an hour after, pinching Chicoâ€™s
tail, and getting bitten in return. Telling
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Margaret about it afterward, Mr. Montfort
â€œ Basil and the little girl tell a perfectly
straight story. It is just as I supposed; they
' were trying the old ghost trick that we other
boys, your father and Richard and I, Marga-
ret, played on Sophronia years ago. If the
thunder-storm had not brought you all up-
stairs, there would have been some very pretty
ghost-gliding, and the poor soul would very
likely have been frightened into a real fit in-
stead of an imaginary one. Children donâ€™t
realise that sort of thing; I certainly did not,
nor my brothers; but I think these two real-
ise it now, and they are not likely to try any-
thing of the kind again. As for the noise,â€”â€
â€œYes, Uncle John, I am really much more
puzzled about that noise, for, of course, I saw
the other foolishness with my eyes.â€
â€œWell!â€ said Mr. Montfort, comfortably,
â€œwe used to make that noise with a thing
we called a roarer; I donâ€™t know whether
they have such things now. You take a
tomato-can, and put a string through it,
and then youâ€” It really does make a fine
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noise; very much what you describe. Yes,
I have that on my conscience, too, Margaret.
You see, I told you I knew this kind of child,
and so I do, and for good reason. But Basil
wonâ€™t say anything at-all about the matter.
He says it was not his hunt, and he will tell.
all that he did, but cannot tell on others;
which is entirely proper. But when I turned
to that other little scamp, Merton, I could
get nothing but floods of tears, and entreaties
that I would ask Frances. â€˜Frances knows
all about it!â€™ he said, over and over.â€
â€œâ€˜ And have you seen Frances?â€
â€œNâ€”no,â€ replied Mr. Montfort, rather
slowly. â€œI am going to see Frances now.â€
Accordingly, a few minutes later, Frances,
bustling about her kitchen, became aware of
her master standing in the doorway. She be-
came aware of him, I say, but it was with
â€œthe tail of her eyeâ€ only; she took no
notice of him, and went on rattling dish-pans
at an alarming rate. She appeared to be
house-cleaning ; at all events, the usually neat
kitchen was in a state of upheaval, and the
chairs and tables, tubs and clothes-horses,
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were so disposed that it was next to impos-
sible for any one to enter. Moreover, Frances
apparently had a toothache, for her face was
tied up in a fiery red handkerchief; and
when Mr. Montfort saw that handkerchief, he
looked grave, and hung about the door more
like a schoolboy than a dignified gentleman
and the proprietor of Fernley House.
â€œGood morning, Frances,â€™ he said at
length, in a conciliatory tone.
â€œGood morning, sir,â€ said Frances; and
plunged her mop into a pail of hot water.
â€œYou have a toothache, Frances? I am
â€œ Yes, sir, [ have; thank you, sir.â€
â€œ A â€” Frances â€”TI came to ask # you can
tell me anything about the strange noise that
frightened the ladies so, last night and the
â€œNo, sir,â€ said Frances. â€œI canâ€™t tell
- you nothing about it. There do be rats
enough in this house, Mr. Montfort, to make
any kind of a noise; and I do wish, sir, as
the next time you are in town, you would get
me a rat-trap as is good for something.
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Thereâ€™s nothing but trash, as the rats wonâ€™t
look at, and small blame to them. I canâ€™t be
expected to do without things to do with,
Mr. Montfort, and I was saying so to Hliza-
beth only this morning.â€
â€œT will see to the traps, Frances. But this
noise that I am speaking of; Master Merton
â€œ And I was wishful to ask you, sir, if you
would please tell Master Merton to keep out
of my kitchen, and not come bothering here
every hour in the day. The child is that
greedy, he do eat himself mostly ill every
day, sir, as his father would be uneasy if he
knew it, sir. And to have folks hanging
round my kitchen when I am busy is a thing
I never could abide, Mr. John, as you know
very well, sir, and I hope you'll excuse me for
speaking out; and if youâ€™d go along, sir, and
be so kind, maybe I could get through my
cleaning so as to have dinner not above half
an hour or so late, though Pâ€™m doubtful my-
self, harried as I have been.â€ .
â€œT really donâ€™t see what I am to do with
Frances,â€ said Mr. Montfort, as he went back
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to his study; â€œshe grows more and more im-
practicable. She will be giving me notice to
quit one of these days, if I donâ€™t mind. I
am very sure the house belongs to her, and
not to me. But, until Master Gerald Merry-
weather comes back, I really donâ€™t see how I
am. to find out who worked that roarer.â€
PEACE reigned once more at Fernley House;
peace and cheerfulness, and much joy. It
was not the same peace as of old, when Mar-
garet and her uncle lived their quiet tÃ©te-a-
tÃ©te life, and nothing came to break the even
calm of the days. Very different was the life
of to-day. The peace was spiritual purely, for
the lively and varied round of daily life gave
little time for repose and meditation, at least
for Margaret. She had begun to give the
children short but regular lessons in the morn-
ing, finding that the day was not only more
profitable but pleasanter for them and for all,
if it began with a little study. And the les-
sons were a delight to her. Remembering her
struggles with Pegey, â€” dear Peggy,â€”it was
a joy to teach these young creatures the begin-
nings of her beloved English history, and to
see how they leaped at it, even as she herself
had leaped so few years ago. They carried it
about with them all day. Margaret never
knew whom to expect to dinner in these days.
Now a scowling potentate would stalk in with
folded arms and announce that he was William
the Conqueror, and demand the whereabouts of
Hereward the Wake (who was pretty sure to
emerge from under the table, and engage in
sanguinary combat, just after he had brushed
his hair, and have to be sent up to the nursery
to brush it over again); now a breathless pair
would rush in, crying that they were the
Princes in the Tower, and would she please
save them, for that horrid old beast of a Glos-
ter was coming after them just as fast as he
could come. Indeed, Margaret had to make
a rule that they should be their own selves,
and no one else, in the evening when Uncle
John came home, for fear of more confusion
than he would like.
â€œ But I get so used to being Richard,â€ cried
Basil, after a day of crusader-life. â€œYou canâ€™t
do a king well if you have to keep stopping
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and being a boy half the time. Donâ€™t you see
that yourself, Cousin Margaret?â€
Yes, Margaret saw that, but she submitted
that she liked boys, and that it was trying for. .
a person in private life, like herself, to live all
day in royal society, especially when royalty
was so excited as the Majesty of England was
at this juncture.
â€œOh, but why canâ€™t you be some one too,
Cousin Margaret? I suppose Susan D. would
hate to give up being Berengaria, after you
gave her that lovely gold veil â€”I say, doesnâ€™t
she look bulâ€” doesnâ€™t she look pretty in it?
I never thought Susan D. would come out
pretty, but itâ€™s mostly the way you do her
hair â€” what was I saying, Cousin Margaret ?
Oh, yes, but there are other people you could
be, lots and lots of them. Andâ€” Merton
doesnâ€™t half do Saladm. He keeps getting
mad when I run him through the body, and I
canâ€™t make him understand that I donâ€™t mean
those nasty, fat, black things in ponds, when
I call him â€˜learned leech,â€™ and you know he
has to be the leech, it says so in the â€˜ Talisman.â€™
And so perhaps you would be Saladin, and he
can be Sir Kenneth, though heâ€™s too sneaky
for him, too. Or else you could be the her-
mit, Cousin Margaret. Oh, do be the hermit!
â€˜Theodoric of Engedi, you know, the Flail of
the Desert, thatâ€™s a splendid one to do. All
you have todo is keep jumping about and
waving something, and crying out, â€˜I am
Theodoric of Engedi! Iam the Flail of the
Desert!â€™ Come on, Cousin Margaret, oh, I
say, do!â€â€ And Susan D., tugging at her
cousinâ€™s gown, shouted in unison, â€œ Oh, I say,
do, Cousin Margaret!â€
If any one had told Margaret Montfort, three
months before this, that she would, before the
end of the summer, be capering about the gar-
den, waving her staff, and proclaiming herself
aloud to be the highly theatrical personage
described above, she would have opened her
eyes in gentle and rather scornful amazement.
But Margaret was learning many things in
these days, and among them the art of being
a child. Her life had been mostly spent with
older people; she had never known till now
the rapture of being a little girl, a little boy.
Now, seeing it in these bright faces, that never
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failed to grow brighter at sight of her, she felt
the joy reflected in her own face, in her own
heart; and it was good to let all the quiet,
â€™ contained maiden ways go, once in a while,
and just be a child with the children, or a
Flail of the Desert, as in the present instance.
-John Montfort, leaning on the gate,
watched the pretty play, well pleased.
â€œThey have done her all the good in the
world,â€ he said to himself. â€œIt isnâ€™t only
what she has done for them, bless her, but
for her, too, it has been a great thing. I was
selfish and stupid to think that a young crea-
ture could go on growing to fulness, without
other young creatures about it. How will
she feel, I wonder, about their going? How
would she likeâ€”â€
At this moment he was discovered by
Basil, who charged him with a joyous shout.
â€œOh, here is Uncle John! Oh, Uncle John,
donâ€™t you want to be Saladin, please?
Hereâ€™s Merton has hurt his leg and gone off
in a sulk, and [ll get you a scimetar in a
minute â€” itâ€™s the old sickle, and Willis says
itâ€™s so rusty you canâ€™t really do much mis-
â€˜chief with it; and hereâ€™s the Hermit of
a â€˜Engedi, you know, and he can shout â€”â€
But, alas, for the Lion-hearted! When he
turned to summon his hermit, he saw no fly-
ing figure, brandishing a walking-stick and
crying aloud, but a demure young lady,
smoothing her hair hurriedly and shaking
out the folds of her dress, as she hastened to
meet her uncle.
â€œBravo!â€ said Uncle John. â€œ But why
did you stop, Meg? It wouldnâ€™t have been
the first time I had played Saladin, I assure
â€œOh, uncle! I am really too much out of
_ breath to play any more. And besides, it is
_ near tea-time, and the children must go and
get ready. I will come in a moment, Susan
' dear, and do your hair. Are there any letters,
Uncle John? Oh, two, from the girls; how
perfectly delightful! Oh, I must run up, but
we'll read them after tea, shall we, Uncle
â€œ With all my heart, my dear; and I have
a letter, too, about which I shall want to con-
sult you. Go now, or Susan D. will be try-
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ing to braid her own hair, a thing to be
avoided, I have observed.â€
Tea over, and Mr. Montfort seated at ease
with his cigar, the children engaged in an
enchanting game of Bat (played with worn-
out umbrellas, from which the sticks had been
taken: this game is to be highly recom-
mended where there is space for flapping and
swooping), Margaret opened her letters; re-
opened them, rather, for it must be confessed
that she had peeped into both while she was
braiding her own hair and changing her dress
for the pretty evening gown her uncle always
liked to see.
â€œPegoy is actually off for school, Uncle
John. It does not seem possible that we are
in September, and the summer really gone.
She seems in high spirits over it, dear child.
â€œDaring Dearest MarGaret:
â€œJT am going to-morrow; I waited till the last
minute, so that I could tell you the last of me. My
trunk is almost all packed, and I really think I have
done it pretty well. Thank you, ever and ever and
ever so much, for the nice things to tie up my shoes
in. They are just lovely, and so is the shoe-bag to |
hang against the wall. I mean to put away every
shoe just the very minute I take it off, and not have
them kicking about the closet floor at all, ever. And
the combing-sack! Oh, Margaret, it is a perfect
beauty! Ever so much too pretty to do my hair in,
and mother says so, too, but I shall, because you
made it for me to, and think of you all the time I am,
â€œT got a little mixed there, but you will know what
I mean, dearest Margaret. Tell Uncle John I am so
perfectly delighted with the lovely ring, I donâ€™t
know what to do. Oh, Margaret, you know how I
always wanted a ring, and how I used to admire that
sapphire of Ritaâ€™s; and to think of having a sapphire
ring myself â€” why, I can hardly believe it even now!
I couldnâ€™t go to sleep for ever so long last night, just
watching it in the moonlight. Of course I shall write
to Uncle John and thank him myself, but I couldnâ€™t
wait just to let him know how happy I was. (Mar-
garet, if you think he would like it, or at least
wouldnâ€™t mind it, you might give him a hug just now
and say I sent it, but donâ€™t unless you are perfectly
sure he wouldnâ€™t mind, because you know how I love
Uncle John, even if I am just the least bit afraid of
him, and Iâ€™m sure that is natural when you think
what a goose I am.)â€
Margaret paused, laughing, to throw her
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arms around her uncle, and tell him that this
was â€œ Peggy's hug;â€ then she went on:
â€œT was so glad to get your last letter, and to hear
all about dear, darling Fernley, and Uncle John, and
Elizabeth and Frances, and all the funny things those
funny children have been doing. Margaret, they are
almost exactly like us children when we were their
age. I never began to think about growing up till
I read about how they carry on, and then saw that
we didnâ€™t act so any more, Jean, and Flora, and I.
Jean is younger than me, of course, but sheâ€™s more
grown up, I really think. I think you must have
a lovely time, now thatâ€” well, you said I mustnâ€™t
call names, and so I wonâ€™t, but I know just exactly
what kind of a person she was, Margaret, and so do
you, and you canâ€™t deny it, so now!
7 Margaret, of course I do feel rather scared about
school, for I am still very ignorant, and I suppose all |
the girls will know about forty thousand times as
much as I do, and they will call me stupid, and I
know I am; but I mean to be brave, and remember
all the things you have said, and mother has helped
me, too, oh, a lot, and she says she just wishes she
had had the chance when she was a girl, and I know
now just how she feels. And then when I come
home, you see, I can teach the little girls, and that
will be great. But I never shall try to teach them
spelling, or history, for you know I cannot; and I
cannot remember to this day who Thomasa Bucket
was, and why they called him that. 4
â€œHugh came in just now, and I asked him that,
and he laughed, and said Thomas 4 Bucket was cer-
tainly pale before they got through with him. I
donâ€™t know what he means, but he says you will, so
I write it down. Good-bye, dearest, darling Marga-
ret. Give heaps and oceans and lots of love to Uncle
John, and most of all to your own darling self, from
â€œT wonder how Peggy will get on at
school?â€ said Margaret. â€œVery well, I
should think. Certainly no one can help
liking her, dear girl; and she will learn a
great deal, I am sure.â€
â€œShe'll never learn English history,â€ said
Mr. Montfort; â€œbut after all, there are other
things, May Margaret, though you are loth
to acknowledge it.â€
â€œ And now for Rita. Ill just run through
it again, Uncle John, to seeâ€” oh! oh, yes!
The first part is all just that she wants to see
me, and so on,â€”her wild way. She has had
the most wonderful summer, â€”â€˜ the Pyrenees,
Margaret! Never before have I seen great
mountains, that scale the heavens, you under-
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stand. The Titans are explained to me. I
have seen, and my soul has arisen to their
height. I could dwell with thee, Marguerite,
on snow-peaks tinged with morning rose,
peaks that touch the stars, that veil them-
selves in clouds of evening;â€™ perhaps I'll
skip a little here, Uncle John. Interlaken,
â€”the Jungfrau, â€”oh, she is having a glo-
rious time. Oh! oh, dear me, uncle!â€
â€œWell, my dear? She has not fallen off
â€œNo, not that; but sheâ€”she isâ€”or she
thinks she isâ€” going to be married.â€
Mr. Montfort whistled. â€œTo the Matter-
horn, or to some promising young avalanche ?
Pray enlighten me, my dear.â€
â€œOh! donâ€™t laugh, Uncle John, I am afraid
it may be serious. A young Cuban, she says,
a soldier, of course.â€ Margaret ran her eyes
down the page, but found nothing sober
enough to read aloud. â€œHe seems to be a
very wonderful person,â€ she said, timidly.
â€œHandsome, and a miracle of courage, â€”and
a military genius; if war should come, Rita
thinks he will be commaztder-in-chief of the
Cuban army. You donâ€™t think it will really
come to war, Uncle John?â€
â€œTI cannot tell, Margaret,â€ said Mr. Mont-
fort, gravely. â€œThings are looking rather
serious, but no one can see just what is coming
yet. And this seems to be a bona fide engage-
ment? It isnâ€™t little Fernando, is it?â€
â€œNo! oh, no! She saysâ€”she is sorry for
Fernando, but he will always be her brother.
This oneâ€™s name isâ€”let me see. JosÃ© Maria
Salvador Santillo de Santayana. What a mag-
nificent name! He had followed her from
Cuba, and he has Uncle Richardâ€™s permission
to pay his addresses to Rita, and she says â€”
she says he is the dream of her life, embodied
in the form of a Greek hero, with the soul of
a poet, and the intellect of a Shakespeare. So
I suppose it is all right, uncle; only, she is
â€œYoung! My dear child, she was grown
up while you were still in the nursery,â€ said â€”
Mr. Montfort. â€œ According to Spanish ideas,
it is high time for her to be married, and I
am sure I wish the dear girl all happiness.
We must look @ver the family trinkets,
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Margaret, and find something for our bird
of Paradise. There are some pretty bits of
jewelry; but that will keep. Now, if you
can stop wondering and romancing for. a
moment, May Margaret, I, too, have a letter,
about which I wish to consult you.â€
â€œYes, uncle, oh, yes! I hope he is good
as well as handsome, donâ€™t you? She says
the Santillo nose is the marvel of all Cuba.â€
â€œ The Santillo nose may be pickled in brine,
my dear, for ought I care; I really want your
â€™ attention, Margaret, and you must come down
from the clouds. Here is Anthony Montfort
writing for his children.â€
â€œ What!â€ cried Margaret, waking suddenly
from her dream. â€œWhat did you say about
the children, Uncle John? Cousin Anthony
writing for them? What can you mean?â€
â€œWhy, my love, I mean writing for them,â€
said Mr. Montfort, calmly. â€œHe is, you may
remember, a relation of theirs, a father in
point. of fact. He has found an excellent
â€˜opening in California, and means to stay
there. He saysâ€”I'll read you his letter, or
the part of it that relates to the children. .
Hum â€”â€˜ grateful to youâ€™ â€”ha! yes, here it
is. â€˜Of course I must make some arrange-
ment about the children. One of the boys
can come to me, but I cannot take care of.
both, so Basil will have to go to boarding-
school, and Susan D., too. If you would be
so good as to look up a good school or two, I
should be ever so much obliged. Basil can
take care of himself, youâ€™ll only have to con-
sign and ship him; perhaps you can get some
one to go with the little girl, and see to her
things and all that. Itâ€™s a shame to call upon *
you, â€”hâ€™m! so forth! Well, Meg, what do
But Margaret said nothing. She was sit-
ting with her hands fallen on her lap, gazing
at her uncle with a face of such piteous con-
sternation that he had much ado to keep his
â€œ Take them away !â€ she faltered, presently.
â€œTake awayâ€”my children? Oh, Uncle
Mr. Montfort looked away, and smoked
awhile in silence, giving the girl time to col-
lect herself. Margaret struggled with the
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tears that wanted to rush to her eyes. She
forced herself to take up the letters that lay
in her lap and fold them methodically. When
he saw that her hands trembled less, Mr.
_ Montfort said, quietly, â€œThe children have
been a great deal of care to you, Margaret ;
but you have grown fond of them, I know,
and so have I. I think a good deal of your
judginent, my dear, young as you are. What
would you like best to have done about the
little people? Take time; take time! An-
thony practically leaves the whole matter in
my hands. In fact, I think he is puzzled,
and feels perhaps that he has not done as well
as he might for them always. Take time, my
â€œOh, I donâ€™t need any time, Uncle John!â€
cried Margaret, trying to speak steadily. â€œI
_â€”I didnâ€™t realise, I suppose â€”it has all come
about so gradually â€”I didnâ€™t realise all that
they were to me. To lose Basil and Susan
D.,â€”I donâ€™t see how I can let them go,
uncle; I donâ€™t indeed. You wonâ€™t think me
ungrateful, will you, dear? I was, oh, so
happy, before they came; but now â€” they
are so dear, so dear! andâ€”and Susan D. is
used to me, and to have her go to a stranger
who might not understand the poor little
shut-up nature â€”oh, how can I bear it? how
can I bear it?â€
â€œWell, my dear,â€ said Mr. Montfort, com-
fortably. â€œHow if you did not have to bear
Then, as Margaret raised her startled eyes
to his, he went on, in the kind, steady tone
that always brought quiet and peace with
_ â€œHow if we made the present arrange-
mentâ€” part of it, at least â€” permanent ?
Let Merton go to his father; I should not care
to have the bringing up of Merton. But there
is an excellent school near here, on the island,
to which Basil could go, staying the week
and coming home here for Sunday; and if
little Susan would not be too much care for
you, â€” sheâ€™s a dear little girl, once you get
through the prickles, â€” why, May Margaret,
it seems to me â€”â€
But Mr. Montfort got no further; for
here was Margaret sobbing on his breast as if
280 MARGARET MONTFORT. -
she were Rita herself, and calling him the
best and dearest and kindest, and telling him
that she was so happy, so happy; and that
was why she was crying, only she could not
stop; and so on and so on, till Uncle John
really thought he should have to send for
Frances. At his suggesting this, however,
Margaret laughed through her tears, and
presently struggled into something like com-
â€œ And, after all,â€ said Mr. Montfort, â€œhow
do you know the children will want to stay
with you, you conceited young woman?â€
â€œOh, Uncle John! I will teach Susan D.
all I know, and a great deal more, I hope, for
I shall be learning all the time now, if I have
another coming after me. And we will keep
' house together, and it will be like the little
sister, like little Penelope, Uncle John. And
then to have Basil coming home every week,
all full of school, and fun, and noise, â€”
why, how perfectly delightful it will be!
And I will not let them overrun you, dear Â°
uncle; they have been good lately, havenâ€™t
â€œThey have been extremely good, my dear.
All the same, I think you would do well to
interview them on the subject, before you
prepare all your chickens for the market.
See, there are your two coming up the walk
this moment. You might goâ€”â€
But Margaret was already gone. Mr.
Montfort watched her light figure flying
down the walk, and thought she had grown
almost back into a child again, since the
â€˜children came. â€œAnd yet all a woman,â€ he
said; â€œall a sweet, wholesome, gentle woman.
See her now with her arms around the child;
the little creature clings to her as if she were
the mother it never knew. Ah! she is tell--
ing them. No-need to smother her, children.
I never really meant to separate you; no,
indeed. I only wanted you to find out for
yourselves, as I have found out for myself.
No more solitude at Fernley, please God;
from now on, young faces and hearts, and
sunshine, and a home; the future instead of
The good man laid down his cigar, quietly
and carefully, as he did everything, and
282Â° MARGARET MONTFORT.
opened. his arms as the three, Margaret and
her children, came flying towards him; and
they ran into those kind strong arms and
nestled there, and looked into his eyes and
knew that they were at home.
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