Part 17 (1/2)

Miss Nelson presided at the breakfast-table, and as this meal was eaten in the comfortable old schoolroom, and as Miss Nelson looked just as usual, just as orderly, just as neat and prim as she did yesterday, and as she would again to-morrow, her presence had a certain calming effect upon the rioters. They ate their meal with some decorum, and not more than three children spoke at the same moment.

There was a grand consultation immediately after breakfast as to the proceedings of the day, and here it must be confessed Chaos once more mounted his throne, and held a most determined sway.

After ten minutes of babel, Marjorie suddenly squatted herself on the floor, and began to write furiously.

This was her programme: ”Rush upstairs and dress as fast as possible--don't be long on account of keeping the carriages waiting.

Put on our oldest, but we must be neat on account of father not liking dirty hands, and s.m.u.ts on the top of the nose, and smears anywhere--we had better wear our best, perhaps--tumble into the carts and carriages and wagons, and drive to Bee's Head, that's ten miles away. Eric wants to go, the others don't; Lucy and I are for Salter's Point, on account of the sh.e.l.ls, and that's in the other direction. I think it's quite eleven miles. Ermengarde votes for the Deep Woods, although I hate midges. Well, we'll all go somewhere, and we'll take every sc.r.a.p of food that the house holds, even if there is to be a famine afterward; well, perhaps we oughtn't to take every sc.r.a.p, for the servants at home will be hungry, and we'll want supper ourselves; we'll be starving for it, I expect. Eric says the ferrets must come with us, for they ought to have fun like the rest of us on father's birthday, particularly Shark, who has a great sense of humor. Ermie is nearly crying, for she's afraid Shark will bite her, and Basil is winking at her, and trying to comfort her, and he's frowning at Eric with the other side of his mouth, and Eric is putting out the tip of his tongue when he thinks no one is looking at him, which is vulgar, even though it is father's birthday. What was I saying? I do get cramped and mixed, huddled up on the floor, scribbling. We're to go for a long drive, to Bee's Head, or somewhere, and the horses and the carriages and the servants and the ferrets and the children and father and all the food are to come too, and we are to have a great ball--no, that's in the evening--and supper, and the fireworks will go off. Dear, dear, where are the fireworks to be squeezed? it's a most confusing sort of day.”

”Maggie!” suddenly exclaimed Basil.

She raised a flushed face.

”What are you doing, huddled up on the floor like a ball; and what's that queer squiggly bit of paper in your hand?--it looks all over hieroglyphics. Here, I must see!” he s.n.a.t.c.hed at the paper, held it aloft, and read Marjorie's programme aloud amid the roars of the company.

”I was only trying to make what we said less confusing,” answered Marjorie. ”I was getting it down as hard as I could, and I said I was mixed; anyone else would have been mixed too, I think.”

”I should rather think they would,” said Basil. ”So that's the nonsense we have been talking all this time. Thank you, Maggie, for showing us ourselves. Now, sir,” here Basil turned round and addressed his father. Mr. Wilton looked at him with the greatest admiration; he felt years younger than his son at the moment.

”Now, sir,” proceeded Basil, ”we cannot go to Bee's Head, and Salter's Point, and the Deep Woods all in the same morning, as the three places happen to be in totally different directions, and as each of them also happens to be from ten to twelve miles from here. We must make a choice, and we must abide by it. It's your birthday, father, and you ought to choose. Which shall it be?”

”Thank you, my boy, but I would not have the responsibility of a choice for the world--I don't feel equal to it. You young folks must make the selection among you.”

”I'm for Bee's Head and the lighthouse!” screamed Eric; ”there's a man at the lighthouse of the name of Bolster, and he promised to get me some crabs, and I know he'd like to have a good stare at Shark. I'm for Bee's Head and the lighthouse; that's what I'm for!”

”I think the Deep Woods would be best,” said Ermengarde. ”It's sure to be grilling in the sun to-day, and I expect there'll be a good deal of dust, and the dust and the sun together do make your face feel so horrid and smarty. Don't they, Basil?”

”I don't know,” said Basil, whose eyes were trying to interpret whether his father had any unspoken choice which might guide his own.

”Whereas in the Deep Woods it will be deliciously cool and fresh,”

proceeded Ermengarde in her sedate tones.

”Think of the midges and the gnats!” exclaimed Marjorie. ”Oh, I'd rather have the sun any day! Who cares whether we are burnt or not?

Now at Salter's Point there are such lovely sh.e.l.ls, real cowries, and those little pointers, and those _sweet_ little yellow sea-snail sh.e.l.ls.”

”Yes--yes--yes--I want to go to Salter's Point!” exclaimed Lucy.

”Oh, the lighthouse is twice the fun,” exclaimed Eric, ”and I know Shark----”

”Once for all, father,” exclaimed Ermengarde, ”you are not going to allow that odious ferret to destroy the whole pleasure of our day? I do wish, father, you'd vote for the Deep Woods.”

”Here comes Miss Nelson; she shall decide,” answered Mr. Wilton. ”No, Eric, my boy, Shark must stay at home. There! I have said it--no more words. Miss Nelson, please come and be our deliverer. These young people have divided ideas with regard to the locality for the great birthday picnic. Some vote for Bee's Head, some for Salter's Point, some for the Deep Woods--all cannot be pleased; you shall therefore make the choice. Where are we to go?”

All the anxious pairs of eyes were immediately turned on Miss Nelson.

She quite blushed under their battery.

”Think of Bolster and the lighthouse!” exclaimed Eric. ”Bolster has a tank where he keeps his crabs alive. He can take us up the tower, too, and show us the lanterns.”

”Think of the shade of the Woods,” said Ermengarde.