Part 15 (2/2)
”h.e.l.lo, old girl! How are you getting on? I say! You do look rather a sight! I wanted to have a squint at you! Are you going to have your photo taken?”
”Don't be a young beast! How did you get up here?”
”They're repainting the house next door, so I took French leave and borrowed the tall ladder. I've had rather a business clambering about till I found your window. I say, does your face hurt?”
”Not much now, but it did at first.”
”You look like the picture of the fat woman at a fair!”
”Wait till you get it yourself, and then I'll jeer.”
”I'm awfully sorry for you! Look here, I've brought you some toffee. Can you catch it if I throw it down? I've finished that boat we were making.
Tom helped me. Mavis is hemming some sails; then I'm going to try it on the reservoir. I wish you could come with me!”
”So do I,” said the patient dolefully. ”But that's out of the question.
Don't you think you ought to be going back? Suppose somebody takes away the ladder!”
”I'd drop down into your room then.”
”And catch the mumps?”
”Shouldn't much care if it meant missing my lessons!”
”I can hear somebody coming upstairs!”
”I'll be off then. Ta-ta! You're not exactly beautiful, but on the whole you don't look so bad as I expected. You needn't tell anybody I came!
Bye-bye!”
On the 14th of February Merle was still a prisoner. She had almost forgotten there was such a saint as St. Valentine, so it came as a great surprise to find certain mysterious parcels brought up on her breakfast tray. There were flowers and a packet of chocolates, and a new game of solitaire, and an amusing little mascot dog with a movable head. It was almost like having a birthday. On the top of the parcels was an envelope addressed in a disguised handwriting. It contained a sheet of pink paper bearing the picture of a heart pierced by an arrow, while Cupid drew his bow in the distance. Underneath was written:
”Sweet Merle, of Durracombe the belle, Accept this heart that loves you well: A heart most tender, kind, and true, That lives and beats for only you!
'Twere cruel in this faithful heart To plant and fix so big a dart, So heal its wound I beg and pray, And be my VALENTINE to-day!”
The sender, as is usual in valentines, remained anonymous, and Merle could only guess at the authors.h.i.+p, though she had strong suspicions of Daddy and taxed him with it.
”St. Valentine never lets out secrets!” he twinkled. ”He's a most discreet old gentleman. People don't make as much use of him as formerly.
Very foolish of them, for he came in extremely handy. It's a pity to let good old customs drop. A St. Valentine revival society might be rather a good idea. By the by, that heart isn't anatomically correct! It looks more like a specimen from a butcher's shop than the human variety!”
”Don't be horrid!” laughed Merle. ”You can't expect Cupid to know the difference! He's sent me some nice things. Aren't there any more saints in the calendar who bring presents? What's the next red-letter day?”
”Nothing till Shrove Tuesday, my dear, and by that time, I hope, you'll be downstairs again, and eating your pancakes with the rest of the family.”
CHAPTER XI
Bamberton Ferry
Miss Pollard was extremely nervous on the subject of the mumps. She insisted upon waiting until long after the usual period of disinfection before she would allow Mavis and Merle to return to 'The Moorings.'
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