Part 11 (1/2)

”I knew Annie Forest was at the bottom of it,” murmured Nan. ”Oh, what a horrid, horrid, dreadful ending to the first of my holidays!”

CHAPTER IX.

”I BROKE MY WORD,” SAID ANNIE.

In utter ignorance of the tragic events which were happening in Friar's Wood, Annie Forest and her two little companions were having a gay time at the Towers. Annie's old pa.s.sion for children had not deserted her.

She was often heard to say that she was happier with a frank, original child than she was with most grown people. Boris was certainly frank; Nell was certainly original. Annie's beauty and brightness had won Boris's heart from the moment of her arrival; Nell's affections went out to her also, but for a different reason. Nell lived in a world of romance, and Annie's conduct in giving up her own pleasure had seemed to Nell to fit in with her fairy tales and other story-books. The three were, therefore, supremely happy during that long afternoon. The picnic behind the laurustinus hedge being quite a thing of the past, they proceeded to explore the tower, the old ruined chapel, where services used to be held morning and night more than three hundred years ago, the dungeon under the chapel, and all the other places of historic interest.

Then the children's gardens were visited; and, finally, Annie was persuaded to seat herself in the swing and be sent up into s.p.a.ce as high as Boris's and Nell's united efforts could accomplish. In their turn they were swung by Annie; and then followed tea in the play-room, where Nell presided, sitting solemnly in front of the dolls' tea-service and helping Annie and Boris and herself to unlimited weak tea, with heaps of cream.

The heat of the day was over at last, a perfect summer's evening had set in.

”When are they all likely to be back?” asked Annie.

”Not until night, dark night,” said Boris with a little sigh.

”What are you sighing for?” asked Annie. ”You look quite sad, and I don't like you sad; I like you with your eyes smiling and your face puckered up with laughter. Nell looks pale and sad, too. What is it Nell? what is it Boris?”

”I'd like to be at the picnic now,” said Boris, ”I didn't mind it in the daytime when it was so hot; but now they're lighting another bonfire and they're going to have tea, and after tea Guy will tell stories.”

”All about bogies,” struck up Nell; ”yes, I wish I were there.”

Annie looked at them both reflectively. She never cared to be with children unless she could succeed in making them almost boisterously happy.

”But it doesn't matter a bit,” said Nell, seeing the shadow cross her face; ”I shouldn't be very happy in any case to-night.”

”Why?” said Annie.

”I'd rather not say, please. You have been good to us; you have helped us to have a beautiful day; we are grateful to you, aren't we, Boris?”

”We love her,” said Boris.

”You are two darlings,” said Annie. ”Well, now, suppose we have a bit of fun on our own account. How far is it from here to the Grange?”

”By the road, three miles,” said Boris; ”but across the fields, only a mile and a half.”

”We'll go to the Grange across the fields,” said Annie. ”I heard Hester say this morning that she was going to try and induce you all to come back to the Grange to supper, so we three will join the rest of the party at supper, and if we start at once well be ready to welcome them when they arrive.”

”What a spiffin' plan,” said Boris; ”do let's start at once.”

Nell clapped her hands.

”Now I've made you happy again, that's all right,” said Annie. She took a hand of each child, and they started on their pleasant walk. Boris was very messy and untidy, his face was stained with fruit and his hands were dirty. Nell's blue cotton frock was also considerably out at the gathers round the waist, but the children did not give a thought to their clothes or personal appearance in the sudden rapture with which they hailed Annie's suggestion.

The walk across the fields in the sweet freshness of the summer's evening was all that was delightful, and in an incredibly short s.p.a.ce of time, the three found themselves at the other side of the turnstile which led into the grounds of the Grange.

”We'll be there long before the others,” said Boris. ”Suppose we light a great bonfire on the lawn to welcome them.” But even wild Annie did not see the propriety of this suggestion.