Part 10 (1/2)

Thistle and Rose Amy Walton 37760K 2022-07-22

”I'm afraid it's getting late,” said Anna, hesitatingly.

”'Twon't take you not five minutes altogether,” said Daisy, scrambling hastily down from the gate. ”Come along.”

Anna followed her back to the farmyard, where she pushed open the door of a shed, and beckoned her companion in. All was dim and shadowy, and there was a smell of new milk and hay. At first Anna could see nothing, but soon she made out, penned into a corner, a little, brown calf, with a white star on its forehead; it turned its dewy, dark eyes reproachfully upon them as they entered.

”You can stroke its nose,” said its owner, patronisingly.

”Shall you call it Daisy?” asked Anna, reaching over the hurdles to pat the soft, velvety muzzle.

”Mother says we mustn't have no more Daisies,” said its mistress, shaking her little, round head gravely. ”You see puppa called all the cows Daisy, after me, for ever so long. There was Old Daisy, and Young Daisy, and Red Daisy, and White Daisy, and Big Daisy, and Little Daisy, and a whole lot more. So this one is to be called something different.

Mother say Stars would be best.”

As she spoke, a distant clock began to tell out the hour. Anna counted the strokes with anxiety. Actually seven! The dinner hour at Waverley, and whatever haste she made, she must be terribly late.

”Ah, I must go,” she said, ”I ought not to have stayed so long.

Good-bye. Thank you.”

”Come over again,” said Daisy, calling after her as she ran to the gate.

”Come at milking-time, and I'll show you all the lot.”

Anna nodded and smiled, and ran off as fast as she could. This was her first transgression at the Vicarage. What would Aunt Sarah say?

CHAPTER SIX.

DIFFICULTIES.

No man can serve two masters.

Anna found her life at Waverley bright and pleasant as the time went on, in spite of Aunt Sarah's strict rules and regulations. There was only one matter which did not become easy, and that was her nearer acquaintance with her grandfather. Somehow, when she asked to go to Dornton, there was always a difficulty of some kind--Mrs Forrest could not spare the time to go with her, or the pony-cart to take her, or a maid to walk so far, and she must not go alone. At first, mindful of her resolves, she made efforts to overcome those objections, but being always repulsed, she soon ceased them, and found it easier and far more pleasant to leave her aunt to arrange the visits herself.

In this way they became very rare, and when they did take place, they were not very satisfactory, for Anna and her grandfather were seldom left alone. She did not, therefore, grow to be any fonder of Back Row, or to a.s.sociate her visits there with anything pleasant. Indeed, few as they were, she soon began to find them rather irksome, and to be relieved when they were over. This was the only subject on which she was not perfectly confidential to her new friend, Delia, who was now her constant companion, for although Anna went very seldom to Dornton, Mrs Forrest made no objection to their meeting often elsewhere.

So Delia would run over to the Vicarage whenever she could spare time, or join Anna in long country rambles, and on these occasions it was she who listened, and Anna who did most of the talking. Delia heard all about her life in London, and how much better she liked the country; all about Aunt Sarah's punctuality, and how difficult it was to go to Dornton; but about the Professor she heard very little. Always on the lookout for slights on his behalf, and jealous for his dignity, she soon began to feel a little sore on his account, and to have a suspicion that Anna's heart was not in the matter. For her own part, she knew that not all the aunts and rules in the world would have kept her from paying him the attention that was his due. As the visits became fewer this feeling increased, and sometimes gave a severity to her manner which Anna found hard to bear, and it finally led to their first disagreement.

”Can you come over to church at Dornton with me this evening?” asked Delia one afternoon, as she and Anna met at the stile half-way across the fields.

”I should like to,” said Anna, readily, ”very much indeed, if Aunt Sarah doesn't mind.”

”I'll walk back with you as far as this afterwards,” said Delia. ”You would see your grandfather. You've never heard him play the organ yet.”

”I don't _suppose_ aunt would mind,” said Anna, hesitatingly, her fair face flus.h.i.+ng a little.

”Well,” said Delia, ”you can run back and ask her. I'll wait for you here. You will just have time.”

The bells of Saint Mary's church began to sound as she spoke.

”Only you must go at once,” she added, ”or we shall be too late.”