Part 57 (1/2)

She was to start the next morning. Miss Christie was then on her way to John Mortimer with the ring, and tired with her own trouble and indecision, she was resting in a careless att.i.tude when she heard a knock at the door.

”That tiresome _boy_ again,” she disrespectfully murmured, rousing up a little, and a half smile stealing out. ”What am I to do with him?” She thought it was the new curate. ”Why, Johnnie, is that you?” she exclaimed as Johnnie Mortimer produced himself in all his youthful awkwardness, and advanced, looking a good deal abashed.

Johnnie replied that it was a half-holiday, and so he thought he would come and call.

Emily said she was glad to see him; indeed, she felt refreshed by the sight of anything that belonged to John.

”I thought I should like to--to--in short, to come and call,” repeated Johnnie, and he looked rather earnestly at his gloves, perhaps by way of occupation. They were such as a Harrow boy seldom wears, excepting on ”speech day”--pale lilac. As a rule Johnnie scorned gloves. Emily observed that he was dressed with perfect propriety--like a gentleman, in fact; his hair brushed, his tie neat, his whole outer boy clean, and got up regardless of trouble and expense.

”Well, you could not have come at a better time, dear boy,” said Emily, wondering what vagary he was indulging now, ”for I have just got a present of a case of sh.e.l.ls and birds from Ceylon, and you shall help me to unpack and arrange them, if you like.”

”I should like to do anything you please,” said Johnnie with alacrity.

”That's what I meant, that's what I came to say.” Thereupon he smoothed the nap on his ”chimneypot” hat, and blushed furiously.

The case was set upon the floor, on a piece of matting; it had already been opened, and was filling the room with a smell of sandal-wood and camphor.

Emily had risen, and when she paused, arrested by surprise at the oddness of this speech, he added, taking to his lisp again, as if from sheer embarra.s.sment, ”Thome fellows are a great deal worse than they theem. No, I didn't mean that; I mean thome fellows are a great deal better than they theem.”

”Now, Johnnie,” said Emily, laughing, and remembering a late visit of apology, ”if any piece of mischief has got the better of you, and your father has sent you to say you are sorry for it, I'll forgive you beforehand! What is it? Have you been rooting up my fences, or flooding my paddock?”

”It's a great deal worth than that,” answered Johnnie, who by this time was kneeling beside the case, hauling out the birds and sh.e.l.ls with more vigour than dexterity.

”Nothing to do with gunpowder, I hope,” said Emily with her usual _insouciance_.

”There are the girls; I hear them coming in the carriage,” exclaimed Johnnie by way of answer, while Emily was placing the sh.e.l.ls on a table.

”No, father didn't send me; he doesn't know.”

”What is it, then?” she repeated, feeling more at liberty to investigate the matter, now she had been expressly told that John had nothing to do with it.

On this, instead of making a direct reply, he exclaimed, looking very red and indignant, ”I told them it was no use at all my coming, and now you see it isn't. They thaid they wouldn't come unless I did. If you thought I should be rude, you might make me stop at school all the holidays, or at old Tikey's; I shouldn't thay a word.”

Emily's hand was on the boy's shoulder as he knelt before the case.

Surely she understood what he meant; but if so, where could he possibly have acquired the knowledge he seemed to possess? And even then he was the last person from whom she could have expected this blunt, embarra.s.sed, promise of fealty.

The girls entered, and the two little ones. Emily met them, and while she gave each a kiss, Johnnie started up, and with a great war-whoop of defiance to his sisters, burst through the open window, and blus.h.i.+ng hotly fled away.

Much the same thing over again. The girls were all in their best; they generally loved to parade the crofts and gardens clad in brown holland and shaded by flapping hats. The children scorned gloves and all fine clothes as much as they did the carriage; and here they were--little Hugh in his velvet suit, looking so fair and bright-haired; Anastasia dressed out in ribbons, and with a very large bouquet of hothouse flowers in her hand. The girls pushed her forward.

”It's for you,” said the little girl, ”and isn't it a grand one! And my love, and we're come to call.”

”Thank you, my sweet,” said Emily, accepting the bouquet, ”I never saw such a beauty!” She was sitting on a sofa, and her young guests were all standing before her. She observed that little Hugh looked very sulky indeed. ”It's extremely unfair,” he presently burst out, ”they made Swan cut the best flowers in the houses, and they gave them all to Nancy to give, and I haven't got _none_.”

Barbara whispered to him, trying to soothe his outraged feelings, but he kept her off with his elbow till Emily drew him near, and observed that it was not her birthday, and therefore that one present was surely enough.

Barbara replied that Hughie had brought a present, but he was very cross because it was not so pretty as Anastasia's.

”Yes, I've brought this,” said Hugh, his countenance clearing a little as he opened his small gloved hand, and disclosed a very bright five-s.h.i.+lling piece. ”It's not so pretty, though, as Nannie's.”