Nan smiled but made no reply. What matter if Aunt Sarah did cast slurs3 upon her musical attempts? There were persons in the world who took them seriously, and she felt a thrill of satisfaction as she thought of the soft white hair and blue eyes of her fairy godmother.
It was with some difficulty that she was able to reach the sunset tree without being seen. Jack4, in penitential mood, and Jean looking for sympathy, followed her everywhere, and it was not till she had robbed a rose bush of its red berry-like seeds and[Pg 48] had constructed a wonderful set of dishes, a lamp, and a whole family of people from the berries, that the reward of her ingenuity6 came to her in the delight of the children over these novel toys and in their content with a corner of the porch for a playroom. After seeing them well established, Nan set off.
"I've dusted the living-room, made my bed, picked up after Jack, and I believe that is all," she told herself. "There's Phil coming, I am thankful to say, so Mary Lee will not tag me." She paid no heed7 to the question, "Where are you going?" which Mary Lee called after her, but kept on till the barn hid her from sight. She hoped she had not kept her friend waiting and that she would not become impatient and leave, for it was after ten. But as she came up to the tree she saw the sombre little figure sitting quietly there. "I was so afraid you couldn't wait," said Nan breathlessly. "The children were so tiresome8 and wanted all sorts of things done for them so I couldn't get away before."
"There's plenty of time," replied her friend. "Sit down and cool off; you've come too fast in the hot sun. Tell me about the children."
"Jean is a dear, and Jack can be perfectly9 fascinating when she chooses. They are the twins, you [Pg 49]know. Jack's name is Jacqueline. Aunt Sarah says she was mixed together with more original sin than any of us, and if there hadn't been a lot of angel used in her make up she doesn't know what would become of her. She is simply dear this morning, but yesterday afternoon!" And Nan gave an account of Jack's muddle10 with the paint.
Her companion laughed. "She must keep you in hot water," she said. "Tell me about Mary Lee."
"Oh, do you know there is a Mary Lee?" said Nan in surprise. "But of course everybody knows us. She is named for our mother, and I am named for papa's sister Nancy Weston who died. We called Jack and Jean after papa. His name was John and Jean is the French for John, only we give it the Scotch11 pronunciation. Papa was always called Jack and so Jacqueline is called that."
"Yes, I know—I mean I see," returned her companion. "Come, now, shall we go on? Are you ready to be conducted to the place of your desires? You must go blindfolded12."
"How lovely! That makes it so deliciously mysterious. I hope I shall not fall and bump my nose."
"I'll take care that you do not. Let me tie this ever your eyes." She drew a soft silken scarf from [Pg 50]a bag she held, and made it fast over Nan's eyes. "Can you see?" she asked.
"No, indeed, I can't. Not the leastest little bit."
"Now give me your hands. There, I'll put them around my waist and you will walk just behind me."
Their way was made very cautiously and slowly and at last Nan set foot upon a board floor. "Now I can lead you," said her guide. "One step up, please."
Nan was led along the floor for some distance making one sharp turn, and then was gently forced to a seat. "There," said her guide. "Sit here perfectly still till you hear a bell ring; then you may untie13 your scarf, but you must not leave the room till I come for you."
Nan sat very still. Presently she heard a light footstep cross the floor, then a door closed and after a few minutes a bell in the distance tinkled14 softly. Up went her hands and the scarf was withdrawn15 in a jiffy. She found herself sitting before an open piano. On each side of her were set lighted candles in tall brass16 candlesticks. Into the room no gleam of daylight made its way. In the shadowy corners were sheeted chairs and sofas and on the wall were covered pictures. Nan [Pg 51]recognized the place at once. It was the drawing-room of her grandmother's house and over the mantel must be the very portrait she had once gazed upon with such delight. Now it was screened from view. "I just wonder who in the world she is," exclaimed Nan thinking of her guide. "I'd like to know how she got in here and all about it. Perhaps she is some of our kinsfolk who has come down here to look after something for grandmother. I'm going to ask her."
Having made this decision, she turned her attention to the piano. In spite of long disuse it gave forth17 mellow18 and delightful19 tones as she touched it softly. It seemed very big and important after the little melodeon, but soon the girl gained confidence and became absorbed in writing down her little song which she did note by note, calling each aloud. "I am not sure that it is just right," she said as she concluded her task, "but it is as right as I can make it."
She arose from her seat and tiptoed around the room, lifting the covers from the shrouded20 furniture and getting glimpses of dim brocade and silky plush. Then she went back to the piano. All was so still in the house that Nan felt the absolute freedom of one without an audience. She touched the keys gently at first, but, gaining confidence and inspiration, [Pg 52]went on playing by ear snatches of this and that, becoming perfectly absorbed in the happiness of making melody.
She was so carried away by her performance that she neither saw nor heard the door open and was not aware of any one's presence till a soft voice said: "I declare, the blessed child really has talent."
"Oh!" Nan sprang to her feet. "Were you listening?"
"I have been for a short time only. How did you get along with your song?"
"Pretty well. I don't know whether it is exactly right. I don't know much about time, and sharps and flats."
"May I see? Perhaps I can help you."
Nan timidly held out her little awkwardly written tune and the lady scanned it carefully. "You haven't your sharps and naturals just right," she remarked. "You see this is the sign of a natural," and taking Nan's pencil she made the necessary corrections, then sitting down to the piano she played the simple air through and afterward21 went off into a dreamy waltz while Nan listened spellbound.
"Please tell me who you are," the child cried when the music ceased.
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"I did tell you. I am your fairy godmother. You may leave out the fairy if you like, for I am quite substantial."
"Are you kin5 to—to grandmother? Did she send you?"
"She did not send me and has no idea I am here."
Nan stared. "I know, of course, just where I am," she said. "This is Grandmother Corner's house. I saw into this very room once and I saw that," she indicated the portrait. "I just saw it for a minute and I do so want to see it real good. Could I?" she asked, wistfully.
"Why do you want to see it?" asked her companion.
"Because I love it. Oh, I know, I know," she went on hastily. "Landy has told me."
"Has told you what?"
"I can't tell you unless you are kinsfolk."
"You can tell me anything because there is nothing I don't know about this house and those who used to live here."
"Oh, then, you know how cruel my grandmother was to papa, and how she couldn't bear his marrying mother."
"It wasn't because it was herself," put in the other eagerly. "There was no objection to Mary personally, but she hated to give him up to any one. [Pg 54]She would have felt the same way if he had wanted to marry a princess. She never did get over the fact of sharing him with some one else; she never will."
"I didn't know all that, but I knew about the bitter words and how they have been haunting her, and I feel so very sorry for her. I know it would break my mother's heart to lose one of us," said Nan, "and if she had been cross to us and anything had happened that we were hurt meantime she would never forgive herself. Why, when Jack has been her naughtiest, mother never misses kissing her good-night. Last night Jack had to be put right to bed for punishment and before I went to sleep I heard mother in the nursery and Jack was crying, then when mother came to kiss me good-night I saw she had been crying, too. She is such a dear mother."
"She must be," said the little lady, her voice a-tremble, "and you are right to feel sorry for your grandmother. She needs all your love and sympathy."
"I wonder if I shall ever see her," said Nan wistfully.
"I hope so. I think so."
"And may I see the picture?"
"It is too high to reach, I am afraid."
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"Oh, but I can get a pole or something and lift up the cover," said Nan, quick to see a way.
"Run, then, and find one."
Nan disappeared and soon returned with an ancient broom, the handle of which was used to lift the cover sufficiently22 so that by the dim light of the candles, which her friend held high, Nan beheld23 the portrait again.
"Thank you, so much," she said gratefully. "I am very glad you are kin of ours, even if I don't know who you are. I love you and I am going to try to love my grandmother."
The little lady suddenly put her arms around her and held her close. "You are a dear, dear child, and I love you, too," she said. "Some day you shall see me again. Kiss me, Nancy."
Nan held up her sweet red mouth to receive the warm kiss. "I shall be seeing your grandmother before long," said her friend, holding the girl's hands and looking tenderly at her.
"But she is in Europe."
"And are there no steamers that cross the ocean?"
"Are you going there, then?"
"That is my intention."
"Then, are you going to tell her about me? Will she care to know?" Nan paused before she said [Pg 56]hesitatingly, "Would it make her very mad if I sent a kiss to her?"
"Dear child, no. It would make her very glad, and would help to ease her sad heart, I am sure."
"Then I'll do it. Take this, please." Nan pressed a hearty24 kiss on the lady's lips. "Then," she added: "I must tell mother, you know."
"Of course. You may tell her day after to-morrow that you met your godmother."
"My fairy godmother."
"As you like. Now you must run along. Good-bye till we meet again. One more kiss, Nannie, for your Aunt Helen."
"Oh, yes, I always forget her. I was so little when I last saw her, you know. But I'll send her a kiss if you want me to. Good-bye, dear fairy godmother. Ask the queen of the fairies to send you this way soon again."
The candle-lighted room, the little white-haired figure, the shrouded portrait all seemed unreal as Nan stepped out again into the bright sunlight. She longed to tell her mother all about it, but she reflected that the secret was not all her own and determined25 to be silent till the time was up. Only one question did she ask and the answer almost made her betray herself. "Mother," she said when her [Pg 57]mother came to say good-night, "who was my godmother?"
"Your Aunt Helen," was the reply.
Nan sat straight up in bed her eyes wide with surprise. "Why, why," she stammered26, but she immediately nestled down again.
"Did you never know that?" asked her mother.
"If I did I forgot," replied Nan, and she lay awake for a long time thinking of the strangeness of the morning's experience. She could scarcely wait till the time rolled around and brought her to the day when she could tell her mother the story of her secret meeting. It seemed to her that since the day before yesterday her mental self had grown prodigiously27. Mary Lee, a year and a half younger seemed now such a child, although heretofore she had been considered the more mature. Once in a while the two had discussed their grandmother and the Corner family, but Mary Lee was not greatly interested in the subject and had concluded the conversation by saying: "I don't care a picayune where she is or what she thinks. She has never done anything for me and she might as well be out of the world as in it, as far as we are concerned. I'm never going to bother my head about her, and I don't see why you want to, Nan."
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This crushing indifference28 satisfied Nan that Mary Lee was not to be confided29 in when the silent house at Uplands, like a magnet, drew Nan toward it, and she was rather glad that she did not want to tell any one but her mother, for had a sympathetic spirit been ready to hear the secret would have been hard to keep.
When the eventful day came she followed Mrs. Corner from dining-room to pantry and from pantry to kitchen waiting for a chance to give her confidence. "When shall you be through, mother?" she asked. "It seems as if you had so much more than usual to do this morning."
"No more, than always," returned her mother. "Why are you so impatiently following me up, Nan? What is it? Can't you tell me now?"
Nan glanced at Mitty and the washerwoman who were eating their breakfast. "It's a secret," she said in a low tone, "a very important secret."
Mrs. Corner smiled. Nan's secrets were not usually of great importance except in her own estimation. "Well, I shall be in my room as soon as I give out the meal and sugar; you can come to me then, if you can't tell me here. Suppose you pass the time away in looking up Jack. It is about time she was getting into mischief30 again. She always chooses Monday morning for some sort of escapade; [Pg 59]I suppose keeping bottled up over Sunday is too much for her."
"I'll go see where she is," agreed Nan. "She won't be painting the fence this time, I know."
Jack was discovered before a tub in the wash house. In the absence of Ginny, the washerwoman, at breakfast, she had seized the opportunity of taking her place and was about to plunge31 her best muslin frock into the water with the stockings and underwear when Nan came upon her. "Jacqueline Corner, what are you up to now?" cried Nan, snatching the frock from her.
"I'm just helping32 Ginny to wash," replied Jack with her usual air of injured innocence33 when discovered under such circumstances.
"You were just helping Landy when you wasted the paint and ruined your blue frock," said Nan sarcastically34. "Walk yourself right out of here. Ginny is perfectly capable of doing the washing without your assistance. Besides that lawn frock doesn't go in with black stockings; a pretty mess you'd make of it. Ginny won't thank you for mixing up her wash when she's sorted it all out. Try your energies upon something you know about, young lady."
Jack flung herself away. "You're always saying I mustn't do this and I mustn't do that," she complained. [Pg 60]"You're a regular old cross-patch. You're not my mother to order me around."
"Mother sent me to see after you, so there," returned Nan. "I'm next to mother, too, for I'm next oldest. Where's Jean?"
"I don't know and I don't care," returned Jack, sullenly35.
"Who's a cross-patch now? Here comes Ginny; you'd better make tracks out of here."
Jack fled and Nan returned to the house to find her mother ready to sit down to her sewing. The girl carefully shut the door and then established herself on an ottoman near her mother. "What does my Aunt Helen look like?" she asked abruptly36.
Her mother looked up in surprise. "That's the second time lately that you have asked me about your Aunt Helen. Why this sudden interest, Nannie?"
"I'll tell you presently. It's part of the secret."
"Oh, it is. Well then, Helen has dark hair and blue eyes, a fair skin and little hands and feet. She is quite small, not much taller than you."
"It all sounds right," said Nan reflectively, "except the hair. Is she quite old, mother?"
"She is younger than I."
"Oh, then, of course, it is some one else, only my little lady has a very young smile. Maybe she isn't [Pg 61]so awfully37 old. Could any one younger than you have real white hair, mother?"
"Why, yes, I have seen persons much younger whose hair had turned quite gray. Sometimes hair turns gray quite suddenly from illness or grief or trouble."
"Could Aunt Helen's hair be gray by this time?"
"It could be, though it was dark when I saw her last."
Nan pondered upon this and then said: "Well, anyhow, whoever it was, she told me I was to tell you that she was my godmother. Did I have two godmothers?"
"Yes, but I was one. What is all this about? Whom have you seen, and where did you see her?"
Nan launched forth into her story, her mother listening so attentively38 that her sewing lay untouched in her lap. When Nan had concluded, Mrs. Corner picked up her work again, but she was so agitated39 that she was unable to thread her needle.
"Who was she? Who was she?" queried40 Nan.
"Your Aunt Helen, without doubt."
"But I thought she was in Europe with my grandmother."
"So I thought. She evidently came over on some matter of business, leaving your grandmother there."
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"Are you sorry I saw her, mother?" asked Nan, leaning her elbows on her mother's lap and looking up into her face. "I told her I ought not to go to Uplands because you don't like us to. Are you sorry I went? Are you angry, mother?"
"No, I think I am glad, Nannie."
"Then I am glad, but why didn't she come to see you when she was so near? Did she say mean horrid41 things, too? I can't imagine her doing anything hateful and mean."
A pained expression passed over Mrs. Corner's face. "What do you know about that sad time, Nannie? I have never mentioned it to you children."
"No, but Unc' Landy told me grandmother said bitter things. I know you didn't though."
Mrs. Corner sighed. "I said one thing, Nannie, that I have often regretted since, and it is because of it that your Aunt Helen did not let me know of her being here. It was in a moment of deep distress42. I was hurt, indignant. I felt that I had been left desolate43 with insufficient44 means to support my children, and in the only interview I had with your grandmother I said, 'I hope I shall never again behold45 the face of one of the Corner family except the children of my beloved husband who bear his name.'"
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"I don't blame you," said Nan, taking her mother's hand between her own. "They were horribly mean to go off with their money and not give you a penny. They ought at least to have let you live in the big house and use the piano."
Her mother smiled. "That is the way you look at it. Well, we get along somehow without them, thanks to Aunt Sarah. I am sorry I did not try to be more friendly to Helen. She was dominated by her mother and it was no doubt a choice between her and you children. She was very fond of you as a baby and she has not forgotten. Her mother's sadly jealous and envious46 spirit is what has made all the trouble."
"I was four years old when they went away," said Nan. "I don't remember them at all, though I remember dear daddy perfectly."
"Let's not talk of it any more," said Mrs. Corner.
"Aunt Helen said we might see each other again some day. Do you suppose they will come back and will be nice to us and let us go up there sometimes?"
"We cannot say. I do not look into the future to find such possibilities, Nannie. You must not build too many air-castles."
"Oh, but I like to," replied Nan. "It's lots of fun to do it and if they don't amount to anything I've [Pg 64]had the fun of the building and nobody's hurt when they tumble down."
"In that case I suppose it doesn't make much difference, and when one is naturally a castle-builder it is hard to give up the habit."
"It isn't as bad as sucking one's fingers as Jean does, for it doesn't put my mouth out of shape; it only amuses me and I often forget my castles an hour after they are ten stories high. I suppose I am not to tell the children about Aunt Helen."
"I think I wouldn't yet."
"No," said Nan with a mature air. "I think it's best not. They mightn't understand. Besides, as she isn't a polywog nor a newly hatched bird, Mary Lee wouldn't be very much interested in her."
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