Part 21 (1/2)
”'Miss Barry,' he said, 'I have brought Bishop Ballantyne to see you. I am sure you will be glad to receive him.'
”'Oh, I should perfectly _love_ to see the Bishop!' I said; because Bishop Ballantyne is simply a duck, an adorable duck; but still I did not turn round; and I could hear Miss Barry squeaking with laughter in the closet, and it was really getting quite awful. But now Mr. Monk began to suspect something. I believe he thought I had been drinking, or rather that Miss Barry had, poor old dear. He said, in a pretty awful voice: 'What does this mean? Miss Barry, I desire that, if you are unable to rise, you will at least turn round, and receive Bishop Ballantyne in a fitting manner. I cannot conceive--I must beg you to believe, Bishop, that this has never happened before. I am beyond measure distressed. Miss Barry,--'
”And then he stopped, for I turned round. I had to, of course; there was nothing else to do.
”'How do you do, Bishop Ballantyne?' I said. 'Can you tell me whether Solomon's seal was tame or not?'
”For a minute they both stared as if they had seen a ghost; but then the Bishop went off into a great roar of laughter, and I thought he would laugh himself into fits, and me, too; and the more solemn Mr. Monk looked, the more we laughed; and Miss Barry was cackling like a hen in the closet--oh, it was great, girls, it truly was! At last Mr. Monk had to laugh too, he couldn't help it; it was simply too utter, you know. He said I was enough to break up an entire parish; and the Bishop said he would take me into his, cap and all. And then the matron came back, and Miss Barry came out, and we all stayed to tea, the Bishop and Mr. Monk and I, and had the time of our lives; at least, I did.
”So you see, girls, visiting _can_ be the greatest sport in the world, if you only know how to do it. But we all had to promise Mr. Monk and Mrs. Poddle not to tell, because they said it was enough to break up the discipline of the Home, and I suppose it was.”
CHAPTER XIV.
MOONLIGHT AGAIN
THE evening was showery, and indoor games were the order of it. The first half-hour after the dishes were washed (a task performed to music, all hands joining in the choruses of ”John Peel,” ”Blow, ye winds of morning,” etc.) was spent quietly enough, four of the party at parcheesi, the others busy over crokinole and jackstraws; but by and by there was a cry of ”Boston!” and instantly boards and counters were put away on their shelf, and the decks cleared for action. The whole party drew their chairs into a circle, and the fun began. A pleasant sight it was to see Mr. Merryweather blindfold in the middle of the circle, calling out the numbers two by two, and trying to catch the flitting figures as they changed places. A pleasant sight it was to see the young people leaping, crouching, and gliding across the circle, avoiding his outstretched arms with surprising agility.
”Two and Fourteen!” he would cry; and Gerald and Bell would slip from their places, like shadows. Gerald was across in two long, noiseless lopes, while Bell whisked under her father's very hand, which almost closed on her flying skirt; and a shout of ”All over!” greeted the accomplishment of the exchange.
”This will never do!” said Mr. Merryweather. ”You all have quicksilver in your heels, I believe. Seven and Twelve! Come Seven, come Twelve!”
Seven and Twelve were Jack Ferrers and Peggy, and they came. Jack, gathering his long legs under him, crept on all fours half-way round the circle, and then made a plunge for the chair which Peggy had just vacated. He landed on the edge, and over went chair and Jack into the fireplace with a resounding crash. This startled Peggy so that she ran directly into Mr. Merryweather's arms, and was caught and firmly held.
”Let me see!” said Mr. Merryweather. ”One pigtail! But I believe all you wretched girls dress your hair precisely alike for 'Boston.' Ha!
peculiar sleeve-b.u.t.tons! Now who has b.u.t.tons like these? Peggy!”
Then it was Peggy's turn to be blindfolded, and a vigorous ”_Colin Maillard_” she made, flying hither and thither, and coming within an ace of catching Gerald himself, who was rarely caught. Finally she seized a flying pigtail belonging to Kitty; and so the merry game went on till all were out of breath with running and laughing.
Phil went to the door to breathe the cool air, and came back with the announcement, ”All clear overhead, perfectly corking moonlight. Why do we stay indoors?”
”Canoes!” cried the younger Merryweathers; and there was a rush for the door; but the Chief stopped them with a gesture. ”Too late!” he said.
”It is nine o'clock now; time you were in bed, Kitty.”
”We might sit on the float and sing a little,” suggested Mrs.
Merryweather.
”The float! The float!” shouted the boys and girls. There was a s.n.a.t.c.hing up of pillows and wraps, and the whole family trooped down to the float, where they established themselves in a variety of picturesque att.i.tudes. Again it was a wonderful night; the late moon was just rising above the dark trees, no longer the full round, but still brilliant enough to fill the world with light.
”This has been a wonderful moon!” said some one.
”Yes,” said Gerald; ”it is quite the last thing in moons, not the ordinary article at all. We don't have ordinary moons on this pond. Who made that highly intellectual remark?”
”It was I,” said Bell, laughing; ”and I maintain, Jerry, that this moon _has_ been a very long, and a very--well, a very splendid one. Just think! not a single cloudy evening till this one; and now it clears off in time to give us our moonlight hour before bed-time.”
”The harvest moon is always long,” said Mr. Merryweather. ”Bell is perfectly right, Jerry.”
”Strike home!” said Gerald, baring his breast with a dramatic gesture.