Part 11 (1/2)
The two little ladies laughed merrily, and then suddenly grew serious and looked at each other, as if preparing for some pre-arranged announcement.
”My dears!” began Miss Jane, the spokeswoman, while Miss Mary nodded her head in solemn agreement.
”Mary and I have each been looking through certain of our old treasures to see if we could find anything suitable to give you for this happy occasion, and we have decided upon the two fans our uncle, General Alvers, gave to us for our first ball in Dublin. They are old-fas.h.i.+oned, perhaps, but they are very good and we hope you will value them for our sakes.”
”Yes, that is it, sister,” murmured Miss Mary; ”we hope you will value them for our sakes.”
”How good of you!” cried Paddy and Eileen together, and then Paddy flew straight at each little lady and hugged them both in turn. When she had released them, Miss Jane rose and went to a drawer, and took from it two parcels which she slowly began to unfold. At last, from enough tissue paper to have kept half a dozen fans in, she drew two beautiful hand-painted ivory ones, and presented them to the two girls.
”Oh! lovely! lovely!” and Paddy was almost beside herself. ”But how can you bear to part with them!”
”Are you sure you would not rather lend them?” asked Eileen gently.
”No, my dear, Mary and I have thought it over, and we have decided it is folly to h.o.a.rd up pretty things that might be giving pleasure to someone we love. We had our time when we were young, and we were very happy, and loved pretty things as you do. Now it is your turn, and we must sit and look on.”
”You seem to have been doing that always,” exclaimed Paddy with a sudden burst, ”just sitting and looking on at other people's happiness,” while Eileen slipped a hand into little Miss Mary's with her slow sweet smile.
”Oh, no, my dear,” Aunt Jane answered at once, ”we had just as gay a time as you and Eileen when we were your age.”
She paused.
”And then!” said Paddy, with half-veiled eagerness.
The two sisters looked at each other a moment, and then Miss Mary said a little nervously:
”Not just yet, sister. Some day, if they still care to know we will tell them, but not just yet.”
Eileen pressed the hand in hers with silent sympathy, while warm-hearted Paddy took the opportunity to administer two more hugs in the middle of which Jack entered and claimed that it was his turn next.
”Look what aunties have given us,” cried Paddy, ignoring his request.
”Their own beautiful fans that they had for their first ball.”
Jack duly admired, and then asked what they were going to give him that they had worn at their first ball.
”Hadn't you two sashes!” asked Paddy of the little ladies; ”he could wear one round his waist, and one for a tie, and just think how pleased he would be, and how he would strut about in the ball-room, like a dog with two tails.”
”I'll strut you about in a few minutes,” remarked the maligned one, ”speaking of your elders and betters in that light fas.h.i.+on.”
”Betters!” echoed Paddy scornfully. ”Did you say _betters_?”
”I did, Madam. Do you mean to dispute it!”
”It is so utterly silly, it is hardly worth while,” and then she ducked hastily to avoid the missile aimed at her head, and a second later they were flying round the room after each other.
Instantly there was a flutter of skirts, and the two little ladies were collecting breakables, while Miss Jane gasped to Eileen in a horror-struck voice:
”The fans, my dear! The fans!”
Eileen rescued the two heaps of tissue paper with their precious contents, and then held the door open for Paddy to fly out. The next moment they saw her scrambling over the wall between the two gardens, with Jack at her heels.
Eileen remained with the two little ladies, and presently they all went down to the beach together. Here they sat and worked, while Eileen read aloud to them, until they were disturbed by a footstep on the s.h.i.+ngle and looked up to see Lawrence Blake approaching.