Part 9 (1/2)

Yes, quite true; but Nurse strictly forbade wet boots, and Charlie well knew that had she been there he would at once be sent back to the house to change them, and might think himself lucky if he escaped being put to bed as a punishment. Such things had happened before now in the Parker nursery; and Charlie recollected also there was no mother at home to-day to beg him off, as she often had done. But for all that Charlie's mind was made up; he had given his word to behave as if Nurse were by, and so he must go home.

”Perhaps she'll put you to bed,” sobbed little Ivy.

”I can't help it,” said Charlie sorrowfully. ”I must keep my word.”

So the poor boy trudged manfully back to the house to find his worst fears realized. Nurse was very busy and consequently cross; and on hearing Charlie's tale and seeing his boots, she sent him off to bed.

”He'd be dry enough there,” she averred.

Charlie knew there was no help for it, Nurse would be obeyed; so slowly and sorrowfully he began undressing, the large tears rolling down his cheeks, when the door opened and Mother stood there! She had come back sooner than was expected; and before Charlie quite realized all that was happening, Nurse had b.u.t.toned on his dry boots, and Mother and he were walking quickly towards the Home Fields. How the children did scream with delight when they found that Mother herself was going to picnic with them.

”You must thank Charlie that I am here,” said Mother. ”If he had not kept his promise to Nurse I should not have known where to find you;”

and Mother looked fondly at her honest little boy.

”You see, I was obliged to,” said Charlie simply: ”I had given my word.”

INDUSTRIOUS JACK.

Jack, the lock-keeper's son, does not idle away his time after his day's work is done. He is very fond of boat-making; and although he has only some rough pieces of wood and an old pocket-knife, he is quite clever in constructing tiny vessels. Perhaps, some day, he may become a master boat-builder. Perseverance and the wise employment of spare moments will work wonders.

A VISIT TO NURSE.

It was indeed a treat for the four little Deverils when they received an invitation from old Nurse to spend the day at her cottage. She had lately married a gardener, and having no children of her own, she knew no greater pleasure than to entertain the little charges she had once nursed so faithfully. She always invited the children when the gooseberries were ripe, and each child had a special bush reserved for it by name; indeed, Nurse would have considered it ”robbing the innocent” had any one else gathered so much as one berry off those bushes.

When they were tired of gooseberries, there was the swing under the apple-tree, and such a tea before they went home! The more b.u.t.tered toast the children ate the better pleased was Nurse; and she brought plateful after plateful to the table, till even Sydney's appet.i.te was appeased, and he felt the time had come for a little conversation.

”I'm going to be a sailor when I grow up, Nurse,” he observed, ”and I'll take you a-sail in my s.h.i.+p. Gerry says he'll be a schoolmaster; he wants to cane the boys, you know. Cyril has decided to be an omnibus conductor, and Baby,” he concluded, pointing his finger at the only girl in the family, with a half-loving, half-contemptuous glance, ”what _do_ you think Baby says she'll do?”

Baby was just about to take a substantial bite out of her round of toast; but at Sydney's words she stopped halfway and said promptly, ”Baby's going to take care of the poor soldiers.”

Gerry, at the other end of the table, put down his mug with a satisfied gasp, and then burst out laughing, whilst Cyril raised his head and said solemnly, ”The soldiers might shoot you, Baby.”

Baby went on unconcernedly with her tea; and Sydney said loftily, ”It's all nonsense, of course! She'll know better by and by. Children can't take care of soldiers, can they, Nurse?”

”Bless her heart!” said Nurse, as she softly stroked the fair little head, and placed a fresh plate of toast on the table.

”But can they, now?” persisted Sydney.

Nurse paused, then said slowly, ”I did hear a story from an old soldier, and he certainly said it was a child who saved his life. It was in the Crimean War, and there had been a great battle, and he lay on the field, after all was over, with no one but the wounded and dead near him. He was very cold, and suffering fearfully from thirst, as people always do after gun-shot wounds, and he thought he would die there alone and uncared-for, when, in the moonlight, he saw a little drummer-boy picking his way amongst all the dead and dying, and gathering all the old gun-stocks that were lying about. When the lad had got enough, he set to work to make a fire, and then he boiled some water, and made tea, and brought some round to all the wounded men he could find. That hot tea was the saving of a good many lives, the soldier said; and the little lad was so cheery that the poor men plucked up heart, and felt that G.o.d had not forgotten them, as before they had been almost tempted to think.”

”That was a brave boy,” said Sydney. ”But still, you know, Nurse, Baby couldn't do that.”

”Deary, no!” exclaimed Nurse. ”But, you see, Master Sydney, if people are bent upon helping others, they'll find out ways for themselves, for there's plenty in need of help. I know a rough lad now who does his best to keep straight and please 'his lady,' as he calls his Sunday teacher.

She writes to him sometimes, and he's as proud of those letters as if they came from the Queen.”