Part 9 (2/2)

”Did they mind?” said Carrots.

”Oh no; I fancy they were very well pleased. They were always very happy together, the two of them and Caesar.”

”And of course they promised to be very good,” said Floss.

”No doubt of that,” said nurse, with a smile. ”Well, they certainly hit upon a queer way of amusing themselves. Mother came home from church one of the earliest; she had a lift in one of the farmer's carts, and came in at the lodge gate just as the carriage with her master and mistress and the young ladies was driving up. They all got out at the big gate, and let the coachman drive round to the stable the back way, and mother came quietly walking up the drive behind them. They were talking seriously about the sermon they had heard, and feeling rather solemn-like, I daresay, when all at once there flew down the drive to meet them the most fearsome-like creature that ever was seen. It was like nothing in nature, my mother said, about the size of a large wolf, but with a queer-shaped head and body--at least they looked queer to them, not knowing what it was--and not a particle of hair or coat of any kind upon it. It rushed up to my lady, that was Miss Janet's mother, and tried to leap upon her; but she shrieked to her husband, and he up with his stick--he always took a stick about with him--and was just on the point of giving it a fearful blow, never thinking but what it was one of the beasts escaped from some travelling show, when one of the young ladies caught his arm.

”'Stop, father!' she cried. 'Don't you see who it is? It's _Caesar_.'

”'_Caesar!_' said he. 'My dear, _that's_ never Caesar.'

”But Caesar it was, as they soon saw by the way he jumped and whined, and seemed to beg them to understand he was himself. He was frightened out of his wits, poor doggie, for he had never felt so queer before, and couldn't understand what had come over him.”

”And what _had_ come over him?” asked the children eagerly.

”Why, Master Hugh and Miss Janet had spent the morning in cropping him!”

replied nurse. ”The hair, and he had great long thick hair, was cut off as close and as neat as if it had been shaved; it was really wonderful how clean they had done it without cutting or wounding the poor doggie.

They had taken great pains about it, and had spent the best part of the morning over it--the two of them, Master Hughie with the great kitchen scissors, and Miss Janet with a wee fine pair she had found in her mamma's workbox, the little monkey! And such a sight as the kitchen dresser was with hair! For they told how they had made Caesar jump up on to the dresser and lie first on one side and then on the other, till all was cut off.”

”Were they punished?” asked Floss, anxiously. And at this question Carrots looked very woebegone.

”They were _going_ to be,” said nurse, ”but somehow, I cannot justly say how it was, they were let off. The whole thing was such a queer idea, their father and mother could not but laugh at it, though they didn't let the children see them. And what do you think my lady did? She took all poor Caesar's hair and spun it up into worsted for knitting, mixing it, of course, with long yarn.”

”Did _she_ spin?” asked Floss. ”I thought you said she was a lady.”

”And that she was, Miss Flossie, and none the less so for being able to spin and to knit, and to cook too, I daresay,” said nurse. ”But ladies, and high born ones too, in those days turned their hands to many things they think beneath them now. I know Miss Janet's mother would never have thought of letting any one but herself wash up her breakfast and tea services. The cups were a sight to be seen, certainly, of such beautiful old china; they were worth taking care of; and that's how old china has been kept together. There isn't much of what's in use now-a-days will go down to your grand-children, and great grand-children, Miss Flossie, with the smas.h.i.+ng and das.h.i.+ng that goes on. My lady had a white wood bowl kept on purpose, and a napkin of the finest damask, and a large ap.r.o.n of fine holland that she put on, and, oh yes, a pair of embroidered holland cuffs she used to draw on over her sleeves up to the elbow; and a lady she looked, I can a.s.sure you, rinsing out and drying her beautiful cups, with her pretty white hands!”

”Did you ever see her?” asked Floss.

”Yes, when she was getting to be quite an old lady, I've seen her several times when I've been sent up a message by mother to the house.

For my mother was a great favourite of hers; I never went there but my lady would have me in to have a piece.”

”A _piece_?” repeated Floss.

Nurse laughed. ”A slice of bread and jam, I should say, my dear. I forget that I'm far away from the old life when I get to talking of those days. And to think I'm getting on to be quite an old woman myself; older in some ways than my lady ever was, for my hair is fast turning grey, and hers had never a silver streak in it to the last day of her life, and she died at eighty-four!”

Carrots was getting a little tired, for he hardly understood all that nurse was saying. To create a diversion he climbed up on to her knee, and began stroking her face.

”Never mind, nursie,” he said. ”I'll always love you, even when your hair's _kite_ grey, and I would marry you if you like when I'm big, only I've promised to marry Floss.”

”Oh you funny little Carrots,” said Floss. ”But, nurse,” she went on, ”what did Janet's mamma do with the hair when she had spun it?”

”She knitted it into a pair of stockings for Master Hughie,” said nurse; ”but they weren't much use. They were well enough to look at, but no mortal boy could have worn them without his legs being skinned, they _were_ so p.r.i.c.ky.”

”And what became of Caesar?” said Floss. ”Did his hair ever grow again?”

”Oh yes,” said nurse, ”in time it did, though I believe it never again looked quite so silky and nice. But Caesar lived to a good old age, for all that. He didn't catch cold, for my lady made mother make him a coat of a bit of soft warm cloth, which he wore for some time.”

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