Part 12 (1/2)
”I'd _love_ to go on.”
Fairfax put his hand in his pocket, but she pulled it back.
”No, Cousin Antony, please. It's not the money that keeps me back, though I haven't any. It's Sunday, you know.”
”Oh,” her cousin accepted dismally.
And Bella indicated a small boy carrying a tray of sweets who had advanced towards the three with a hopeful grin.
”I'd perfectly _love_ to have some of those _lossingers_, but mother says 'street candy isn't pure.' Besides, it's Sunday.”
”Nonsense!” exclaimed Fairfax. ”Do you mean to say that out here in G.o.d's free air you are going to preach me a sermon?”
He beckoned the boy.
”Oh,” cried Gardiner, ”can't we _choose_, Cousin Antony?”
The little cousins bent above the tray and slowly and pa.s.sionately selected, and their absorption in the essence of wintergreen, sa.s.safras, and peppermint showed him how much this pleasure meant to these rich children. Their pockets full, they linked their arms in his again.
”I have never had such fun in all my life as I do with you, Cousin Antony,” Bella told him.
”Then come along,” he suggested, recklessly. ”You must ride once on the merry-go-round.” And before the little Puritans realized the extent of their impiety, Fairfax had lifted Bella on a horse and Gardiner on an elephant, paid their fare and started them away. He watched Bella, her hat caught by its elastic, fallen off her head on the first round, her cheeks flushed and her eyes like stars, and bravely her straight little arm stretched out to catch the ring. There was triumph in her cry, ”Oh, Cousin _Antony_, Cousin Antony, I've won the ring!”
Such flash and sparkle as there was about her, with her teeth like grains of corn and her eyes dancing as she nodded and smiled at him!
Poor little Gardiner! Antony paid for him again and patted him on the back. There was a pathos about the mild, sweet little face and in the timid, ineffectual arm, too short and too weak to snap the iron ring on to his sword. Bella rode till ”Annie Laurie” changed to ”Way down upon de Swanee river,” and Fairfax's heart beat for Louisiana, and he had come to the end of his nickels. He lifted the children down.
Bella now wound both arms firmly in her cousin's, and clung to him.
”Think of it, I never rode before, never! All the children on the block have, though. Isn't it perfectly delightful, Cousin Antony? I _wish_ your legs weren't so long.”
”Cousin Antony,” asked little Gardiner, ”couldn't we go over to the animals and see the seals fall off and dwown themselves?”
They saw the lion in his lair and the ”tiger, tiger burning bright,” and the s.h.i.+ning, slippery seals, and they made an absorbed group at the nettings where Antony discoursed about the animals as he discoursed about art, and Spartacus talked to them about the wild beast show in Caesar's arena. His audience s.h.i.+vered at his side.
They walked up the big driveway, and Fairfax saw for the first time the Mall, and observed that the earth was turned up round a square some twelve feet by twelve. He half heard the children at his side; his eyes were fastened on the excavation for the pedestal of the Sphinx; the stone base would soon be raised there, and then his beasts would be poised.
”Let's walk over to the Mall, children.”
Along the walk the small goat carriages were drawn up with their teams; little landaus, fairy-like for small folk to drive in. Fairfax stood before the cavity in the earth and the scaffolding left by the workmen.
He was conscious of his little friends at length by the dragging on his arms of their too affectionate weight. ”Cousin Antony.”
Fairfax waved to the vacant spot. ”Oh, Egypt, Egypt,” he began, in his ”recitation voice,” a voice that promised treats at home, but that palled in the sunny open, with goat rides in the fore-ground.
”Out of the soft, smooth coral of thy sands, Out of thy Nilus tide, out of thy heart, Such dreams have come, such mighty splendours----”
”Bella, do you see that harmonious square?”
”Yes,” she answered casually, with a lack l.u.s.tre. ”And do you see the _goats_?”