Part 15 (1/2)
MERLE WITH MUMPS
When Merle was suffering from the mumps She felt most down and in the dumps; Her friends, to cheer her up the while, Laughed at her face to make her smile.
But eyeing with reproach her folk She told them 'twas a sorry joke.
”Hard-hearted wretches,” so she cried, ”To jeer while here upstairs I bide!”
Having no bad intent to tease her, But wis.h.i.+ng only just to please her, Her family then ceased their jeers And showed their sympathy in tears.
Her mother, who her pillow set, Dropped tears and made the room quite wet, And gurgled forth, ”Alack-a-day, That here upstairs with mumps you stay!”
Her uncle just outside the door Sobbed till his chest was hoa.r.s.e and sore, And, swallowing in his throat some lumps, He mourned, ”My Niece has got the mumps”
The maids who came her plight to see Splashed tears in cups of milk or tea; The room it grew so very damp Her limbs began to feel the cramp.
Her father to her chamber crept, And lifted up his voice and wept; With kerchief of capacious size He stood and groaned and mopped his eyes.
So big the tears that from him fell They were enough to make a well, And, standing in a pool of water, He sighed, ”Alack! my mumpsy daughter!”
”Stop! Stop!” cried Merle, ”O don't be sad!
These waterworks will drive me mad!
Good gracious, how I wish you'd smile Instead of weeping all the while!
”Cheer up, for goodness' sake, I pray, And treat me in your usual way.
No more I'll call you hearts of leather, In spite of mumps we'll laugh together!”
Perhaps the family thought they had not done enough to relieve the tedium of Merle's banishment; at any rate they set to work and made great efforts to amuse her. Mavis sketched her portrait, adding wings and a halo, and printed underneath ”Saint Merle suffering her Martyrdom.”
Mother clicked away on the typewriter, and deposited a doc.u.ment in her daughter's room, which claimed to be:
_Extract from ”The Durracombe and Devon Times”_
SOCIETY GOSSIP
It is with sincere regret that we record the indisposition of that leader of our local social life, Miss Merle Ramsay. Well known for her dramatic talent, she lately acted the part of princ.i.p.al boy at an important performance held in Chagmouth, the Metropolis of the West. Her audience, which included some of the most celebrated critics and press representatives of the neighbourhood, was unanimous in acknowledging her spirited conception of what was certainly a difficult and delicate role, which, in less skilled hands than hers, might have degenerated into buffoonery or sheer melodrama. She was greatly to be congratulated on her achievement, and it is hoped this is not the last time she will appear on the boards and give Devon audiences the opportunity of enjoying her rare humour. It may be noted that, in addition to her powers of dramatic representation, Miss Ramsay has no mean record in the world of sport.
Her athletic proclivities are marked, and she has the distinguished honour of being president of the Games Club at that great west country centre of education 'The Moorings.' Among her many activities Miss Ramsay numbers a facility in music and an affection for horticulture; she has travelled much in the immediate neighbourhood of Durracombe, and her favourite hobby is motoring.
Miss Ramsay, who through the nature of her indisposition was unable to afford our press representative a personal interview, sent messages of thanks for the local sympathy expressed for her condition.
”It is a matter of much gratification to me to know that I am missed,”
were her words; ”I trust soon to be back at work and to be able to fulfil my many engagements.” At the request of the local Entertainments Committee we are asked to state that, owing to the absence of their most prominent member, no further performances will be given for the present.
We wish Miss Ramsay a speedy return to health.
Merle laughed very much over these literary effusions, and they certainly had the effect of cheering her up. What she pined for chiefly, however, was company. She had a very sociable disposition and hated to be alone.
She particularly missed Clive, who had grown to be her best playfellow.
She begged for the dog or the cat to share her solitude, but that was strictly forbidden on the ground that they might be germ-carriers and convey the mumps to others. One day she was sitting at her table trying to amuse herself with an everlasting game of patience, when she suddenly heard peculiar noises on the roof above. There was a sc.r.a.ping and b.u.mping, as if an eagle or some other enormous bird had alighted there.
The sounds continued till at last there was a thump on the skylight and Clive's mischievous face appeared grinning down at her. Immensely thrilled she lifted the window, and he crawled farther along and thrust his head through.