Part 22 (1/2)
”They do--I've heard 'em.”
”Well, beggars perhaps, but not nice little girls.”
”Do nasty little girls?”
”_Only_ nasty little girls would do it, I think.”
Fay pondered this for a minute, then in a regretfully reflective voice she said sadly: ”Vat was a nasty, gleedy sahib in a tlain.”
”Not at all,” Meg argued, struggling with her mirth. ”How would you have liked it if he'd asked you to give him your bonnet 'to keep'?”
Little Fay hastily put up her hands to her head to be sure her bonnet was in its place, then she inquired with great interest: ”What's 'is place, deah Med?”
”Deah Med” soon found herself followed round by a small crowd of other sight-seers who waited for and greeted little Fay's unceasing comments with joyful appreciation. Such popular publicity was not at all to Meg's taste, and although the afternoon was extremely cold her cheeks never ceased to burn till she got the children safely back to the flat again.
Tony was gloomy and taciturn. n.o.body took the slightest notice of him.
Weather that seemed to brace his sister to the most energetic gaiety only made him feel torpid and miserable. He was not naughty, merely apathetic, uninterested, and consequently uninteresting. Meg thought he might be homesick and sad about Ayah, and was very kind and gentle, but her advances met with no response.
By this time Tony was sure of his aunt, but he had by no means made up his mind about Meg.
When they got back to Kensington Meg joyously handed over the children to Jan while she retired to her room to array herself in her uniform.
She was to ”take over” from that moment, and approached her new sphere with high seriousness and an intense desire to be, as she put it, ”a wild success.”
For weeks she had been reading the publications of the P. N. E. U. and the ”Child-Study Society,” to say nothing of Manuals upon ”Infant Hygiene,” ”The Montessori Method” and ”The Formation of Character.”
Sympathy and Insight, Duty and Discipline, Self-Control and Obedience, Regularity and Concentration of Effort--all with the largest capitals--were to be her watchwords. And she b.u.t.toned on her well-fitting white linen ap.r.o.n (newest and most approved hospital pattern, which she had been obliged to make herself, for she could buy nothing small enough) in a spirit of dedication as sincere as that imbuing any candidate for Holy Orders. Then, almost breathlessly, she put her cap upon her flaming head and surveyed the general effect in the long gla.s.s.
Yes, it was all very satisfactory. Well-hung, short, green linen frock--was it a trifle short? Yet the little feet in the low-heeled shoes were neat as the ankles above them were slim, and one needed a short skirt for ”working about.”
Perhaps there _was_ a touch of musical comedy about her appearance, but that was merely because she was so small and the cap, a muslin cap of a Quakerish shape, distinctly becoming. Well, there was no reason why she should want to look hideous. She would not be less capable because she was pleasing to the eye.
She seized her flannel ap.r.o.n from the bed where she had placed it ready before she went out, and with one last lingering look at herself went swiftly to her new duties.
Tea pa.s.sed peacefully enough, though Fay asked embarra.s.sing questions, such as ”Why you wear suts a funny hat?”
”Because I'm an ayah,” Meg answered quickly.
”Ayahs don't wear zose kind of hats.”
”English ayahs do, and I'm going to be your ayah, you know.”
Fay considered Meg for a minute. ”No,” she said, shaking her head.
”_No._”
”Have another sponge-finger,” Jan suggested diplomatically, handing the dish to her niece, and the danger was averted.
They played games with the children after tea and all went well till bed-time. Meg had begged Jan to leave them entirely to her, and with considerable misgiving she had seen Meg marshal the children to the bathroom and shut the door. Tony was asked as a favour to go too this first evening without Ayah, lest little Fay should feel lonely. It was queer, Jan reflected when left alone in the drawing-room, how she seemed to turn to the taciturn Tony for help where her obstreperous niece was concerned. Over and over again Tony had intervened and successfully prevented a storm.
Meg turned on the bath and began to undress little Fay. She bore this with comparative meekness, but when all her garments had been removed she slipped from Meg's knees and, standing squarely on the floor, announced: