Part 9 (1/2)

”Do put away those stupid old stockings and come out with us!” she begged, still hanging over Avery. ”Don't you hate darning? I do. We had to do our own before you came. I was very naughty one day last summer. I went out and played in the garden instead of mending my stockings, and Father found out.” Gracie cast up her eyes dramatically. ”He sent me in to do them, and went off to one of his old parish parties; and I just sneaked out as soon as his back was turned and went on with the game. But there was no luck that day. He came back to fetch something and caught me. And then--just imagine!” Again Gracie was dramatic, though this time unconsciously. ”He sent me to bed and--what do you think? When he came home to tea, he--whipped me!”

Avery threaded her needle with care. She said nothing.

”I think it was rather a shame,” went on Gracie unconcernedly. ”Because he never whips Jeanie or Olive. But then, he can make them cry without, and he can't make me. I 'spect that's what made him do it, don't you?”

”I don't know, dear,” said Avery rather shortly.

Gracie peered round into her face. ”Mrs. Denys, you don't like Father, do you?” she said.

”My dear, that's not a nice question to ask,” said Avery, with her eyes on her work.

”I don't know why not,” said Gracie. ”I don't like him myself, and he knows I don't. He'd whip me again if he got the chance, but I'm too jolly careful now. I was pleased that you got Ronnie and Julian off the other day. He never suspected, did he? I thought I should have burst during prayers. It was so funny.”

”My dear!” protested Avery.

”Yes, I know,” said Gracie. ”But you aren't really shocked, dear, kind Mrs. Denys! You know you aren't. I can see your sweet little dimple.

No, I can't! Yes, I can! I do love your dimple. It goes in and out like the sun.”

Avery leaned back abruptly in her chair. ”Oh, foolish one!” she said, and gathered the child to her with a warmth to which the ardent Gracie was swift to respond.

”And you are coming out with us, aren't you? Because it's so lovely and cold. I want to go up on that big hill in Rodding Park, and run and run and run till I just can't run any longer. Ronnie and Julian are coming too. And Jeanie and Olive and Pat. We ought to begin and collect holly for the church decorations. You'll be able to help this year, won't you?

Miss Whalley always bosses things. Have you met Miss Whalley yet? She's quite the funniest person in Rodding. She was the daughter of the last Vicar, and she has never forgotten it. So odd of her! As if there were anything in it! I often wish I weren't a parson's daughter. I'd much rather belong to someone who had to go up to town every day. There would be much more fun for everybody then.”

Avery was laying her mending together. She supposed she ought to check the child's chatter, but felt too much in sympathy with her to do so. ”I really don't know if I ought to come,” she said. ”But it is certainly too fine an afternoon for you to waste indoors. Where are the boys?”

”Oh, they're messing about somewhere in the garden. You see, they've got to keep out of sight or Father will set them to work to roll the lawn. He always does that sort of thing. He calls it 'turning our youthful energies to good account.'” Very suddenly and wickedly Grade mimicked the pastoral tones. ”But the boys call it 'n.i.g.g.e.r-driving,'” she added, ”and I think the boys are right. When I'm grown up, I'll never, never, never make my children do horrid things like that. They shall have--oh, such a good time!”

There was unconscious pathos in the declaration. Avery looked at the bright face very tenderly.

”I wonder what you'll do with them when they're naughty, Gracie,” she said.

”I shall never whip them,” said Gracie decidedly. ”I think whipping is a horrid punishment. It makes you hate everybody. I think I shan't punish them at all, Mrs. Denys. I shall just tell them how wrong they've been, and that they are never to do it again. And I'm sure they won't,” she added, with confidence. ”They'll love me too much.”

She slipped her arm round Avery's waist as she rose. ”Do you know I would dreadfully like to call you Aunt Avery?” she said. ”I said so to Jeanie, and Jeanie wants to too. Do you mind?”

”Mind!” said Avery. ”I shall love it.”

”Oh, thank you--awfully!” Grade kissed her fervently. ”I'll run and tell Jeanie. She will be pleased.”

She skipped from the room, and Avery went to prepare for the walk. ”Poor little souls!” she murmured to herself. ”How I wish they were mine!”

They mustered only five when they started--the three girls, Pat, and Avery herself; but ere they had reached the end of the lane the two elder boys leapt the Vicarage wall with a whoop of triumph and joined them. The party became at once uproariously gay. Everyone talked at the same time, even Jeanie becoming animated. Avery rejoiced to see the pretty face flushed and merry. She had begun to feel twinges of anxiety about Jeanie lately. But she was able to banish them at least for to-day, for Jeanie ran and chattered with the rest. In fact, Olive was the only one who showed any disposition to walk sedately. It had to be remembered that Olive was the clever one of the family. She more closely resembled her father than any of the others, and Avery firmly believed her to be the only member of the family that Mr. Lorimer really loved. She was a cold-hearted, sarcastic child, extremely self-contained, giving nothing and receiving nothing in return. It was impossible to become intimate with her. Avery had given up the attempt almost at the outset, realizing that it was not in Olive's nature to be intimate with anyone. They were always exceedingly polite to each other, but beyond that their acquaintance made no progress. Olive lived in a world of books, and the practical side of life scarcely touched her, and most certainly never appealed to her sympathy. ”She will be her father over again,” Mrs.

Lorimer would declare, with pathetic pride. ”So dignified, so handsome, and so clever!”

And Avery agreed, not without reserve, that she certainly resembled him to a marked degree.

She was by far the most sober member of the party that entered Rodding Park that afternoon. Avery, inspired by the merriment around her, was in a frankly frivolous mood. She was fast friends with the two elder boys, who had voted her a brick on the night that she had intervened to deliver them from the just retribution for their misdeeds. They had conceived an immense admiration for her which placed her in a highly privileged position.

”If Mrs. Denys says so, it is so,” was Ronald's fiat, and she knew that such influence as he possessed with his brothers and sisters was always at her disposal.

She liked Ronald. The boy was a gentleman. Though slow, he was solid; and she suspected that he possessed more depth of character than the more brilliant Julian. Julian was crafty; there was no denying it. She was sure that he would get on in the world. But of Ronald's future she was not so sure. It seemed to her that he might plod on for ever without reaching his goal. He kept near her throughout that riotous scamper through the bare, wind-swept Park, making it plain that he regarded himself as her lieutenant whether she required his services or not. As a matter of fact, she did not require them, but she was glad to have him there and she keenly appreciated the gentlemanly consideration with which he helped her over every stile.