But after that day, affairs settled down into much quieter channels than they had known for some time—that is, at any rate as far as the people with whom we have most to do are concerned. The Van Vleets had asked Aunt Frances to make her home with them indefinitely, and though still faintly cherishing the hope that she might have her own home back again some day, she had accepted their invitation, and opened a little school among the farmers’ children in the neighborhood. Starlight was one of her most promising6 pupils, and so his visits to Kings Bridge were of necessity less frequent than they used to be. In that matter, Cousin Harry7 had a great advantage over him, for having moved to New York in order to be near his office, what more natural, and, as Harry would have said, “what more delightful8,” than to spend all his evenings at the Bonifaces? And what a blessing9 those visits were to them, only they themselves could have told you. As soon as he arrived he would first go upstairs and have a talk with the Captain, ransacking10 his mind for everything that could by any possibility interest him; then when he had told the little or much that he had to tell, or saw that he was tiring him, down he would go to the sitting-room11, have a romp12 with Bonny Kate, if she had managed to stay up past her bed-time, or possibly a game of some sort with Hazel and Flutters, but it generally happened that after a while there was no one left to talk to save Josephine, and of course you know better than to think that Harry minded that. Josephine had generally some bit of work in hand, and could not afford to simply laugh and chat the evening away, with her pretty hands lying idle in her lap, as perhaps is the case with your older sister, when some friend comes to call. No, indeed! it was necessary in those days for her to stitch, and stitch industriously13 in every available moment, if the Boniface needs were to be in any wise met; nor did these two young people laugh and chat very much either—the times were rather too serious for that; not that they did not have a happy time of it, and sometimes were actually merry, but, as a rule, they seemed to have something of importance to quietly talk over.
Meantime the winter came and went, and spring began to be felt in the air, and an occasional early bird note, or a bunch of pussy14 willow15 by the road-side, bore witness to the fact that it was slowly but surely coming.
It had seemed a long, long winter to Mrs. Boniface. For many weeks she had lived the most retired16 life possible. Few had come to see her, and there were but one or two friends left whom she cared to go and see. If it had not been for Harry Avery, they would scarce have had any communication with the outside world.
There had been no further threats made against Captain Boniface. Even the most bitter of his enemies would hardly have found it in his heart to persecute17 a man who was so hopelessly paralyzed as never to be able to walk again; but there was something very significant in the fact that they simply left him alone. None of them in a relenting spirit had called to inquire how he was, and if any of the old friends, who had treated him so cruelly that night at the Assembly, ever felt ashamed of their behavior, they never had the grace to own it. Indeed, it is terrible to think how that great mastering passion, which we proudly call patriotism18, sometimes seems to smother19 every noble and natural impulse.
Soon after the Assembly, in fact that very night, Captain Boniface had told his wife of the murders in South Carolina, and it seemed to her then as though every spark of sympathy with the colonies and colonial interests had that moment died within her. She was by far too noble to let actual hatred20 take its place; but she longed with all her heart for old England, where she had been born, and to turn her back on this new country which had treated her so harshly. So Mrs. Boniface waited, with no little anxiety, for the arrival of the long-looked-for letter, cherishing the fervent21 hope that her father would send for them all to come to him, planning thoughtfully all the details of their journey, and yet never once daring to put her hope into words. It might happen that, although willing enough to help them, he would not propose to do it by having her little family sweep down upon him and rob the old rectory of the quiet it had known so long, and which must be very grateful to him in his old age. But at last the letter came, and Mrs. Boniface straightway carried it off to Flutters’s room, and closed the door and locked it. Her hands trembled as she broke the seal. What were they to do? that was the question that had anxiously confronted her for several long, weary months; but always she had simply to postpone22 any attempt to answer it, waiting for this letter; and now it was in her hand what would it tell her?
It proved to be a long, long letter, and she read it slowly through, word by word; then she buried her face in her hands and cried; but sometimes people cry for joy and not for sorrow.
Late in the afternoon of the same day, Flutters was grooming23
Gladys in the barn, accompanying the process with a queer, buzzing noise, such as I believe is quite common to grooming the world over.
“Flutters, where are you?” called Hazel, coming into the barn in search of him.
“Here with Gladys, Miss Hazel.”
“What do you think, Flutters?” and then Hazel climbed up and seated herself on the edge of Gladys’s trough, before adding:
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“We are going to England to live with grandpa. Mother says he’s just the dearest old man, and he’s sent for us all to come. He lives in a lovely rectory in Cheshire.”
“You don’t mean it, Miss Hazel!” said Flutters, his breath quite taken away.
“And of course you will go with me, Flutters. Mother says you may.”
“It’s very kind of you to be willing to take me,” Flutters managed to reply, but at the same time realized that he would do almost anything rather than go back to England, and to the very same county, too, from which he had come; and he leaned down, apparently24 to brush some straw from one of Gladys’s legs, but really to hide the tears of bitter disappointment that had sprung unbidden into his eyes. Fortunately, the ruse25 succeeded very well, Hazel never dreaming but what he was as delighted with the news as she herself.
“I can’t tell you how glad I am to go, Flutters, although mother says we probably never should have gone, if it had not been for father’s illness. Things are getting so much quieter now that she thinks people would have let us alone, and father could, perhaps, have found some way to make a living, because, you see, we haven’t much money left since the war; but you knew that, Flutters?”
Flutters sort of half nodded yes, seeing that something was expected of him, but he was not paying close attention to what Hazel was saying. How could he bear to have them go and leave him alone in America, and whatever should he do? were the thoughts that were filling his mind. It seemed as though every hair on Gladys’s back was bristling26 with the same sad questions, and then the thought came to him that Gladys herself would probably be left behind, too, and he laid his hand affectionately on her prettily27 arched neck.
“I shall be glad to live in a King’s country,” Hazel resumed, after a little pause, “and not where everybody’s as good as everybody else, and where they don’t have princes and princesses, and lovely palaces for them to live in. But there’s one thing I mean to do as soon as ever I reach there, and that is, to get presented at Court, and tell King George how the prisoners were treated on the ‘Jersey,’ He ought to know about it, and when he does, I just guess those men will get the punishment they deserve;” and her cheeks glowed with excitement at the thought of the forthcoming interview. “Flutters, do you know anything about the South of England—about Cheshire?”
“Yes, something,” answered Flutters, getting a little better command of himself. “In what part of it does your grandfather live?”
“Feltstone, I think.”
Flutters gave a sigh of relief. Feltstone was several miles from Burnham, his old home, but it wasn’t worth while to think of that; for back to England he would not go. To be sure, there was a chance that if Sergeant28 Bellows29 had found his father that he might be sent for; but he could not bear to face that alternative, and would not till he had to. And then, wondering if he ever would hear from the Sergeant, he remembered that he had half-hoped and half-feared that the “Blue Bird,” which had brought Mrs. Boniface’s letter, would also bring one for him.
As was to be expected, Hazel chatted on with much volubility about the numerous arrangements for the coming journey, and how they would all have to try to make everything as comfortable as possible for her father. Now and then she felt conscious of a lack of enthusiasm on Flutters’s part, but the thought was only momentary30, and her active little mind at once travelled off in some new line of delightful anticipation31. All Flutters had to do was occasionally to answer a question. He thought best not to say anything to Hazel about not going with them until he should have talked with Mrs. Boniface. Meantime Gladys’s grooming was completed, and as her pretty mane had been plaited by Hazel, as she talked, into half a dozen tight braids, she looked quite as prim32 and trig as a little old maid on a Sunday.
“Let’s go up to the house, now,” said Hazel; “or, no, I’ll tell you, let’s go up to the Marberrys and tell them.”
“I can’t go, Miss Hazel; your mother said she had something for me to do in the house.” Whereupon Hazel pouted33 a little, thinking it more fitting, no doubt, that body-servants should obey their mistresses rather than their mistresses’ mothers, but at the same time seeing that it was useless for her to contend against the force of circumstances, which in those days of much to do and few to do it, made Flutters a most useful member of the household.
“There are the Marberrys, now,” she cried, discovering them coming in at the gate in their usual two-abreast fashion.
“Flutters,” cried Milly, as they both broke into a little run, “here’s a letter for you; it came up with our mail by mistake.” Flutters reached for it eagerly. >
“It’s directed just ‘Flutters,’ care of Captain Boniface,” ventured Tilly; “that’s queer, isn’t it? Haven’t you any other name, Flutters?”
“Not now,” was Flutters’s rather remarkable34 answer, and then he ran back to the barn as if he had forgotten something important, but really, because, like Mrs. Boniface, he did not want to have any one “round” when he read his letter. He chose, too, to take his seat just where Hazel had been sitting, before he opened it. Gladys looked on with wide-eyed pony35 astonishment36 at this unwonted appropriation37 of her own individual stall, but seemed, notwithstanding, to regard the matter good-naturedly.
If it were feasible to have schools for ponies38, and Gladys had had the benefit thereof, and at the same time no better manners than to have looked over Flutters’s shoulder, this is what she might have read “just as easy as anything,” as you children say:
The Bunch of Grapes,
Burnham, Cheshire, England,
February 23d, 1784.
My dear Flutters: As perceived by the heading of this letter, I write from the inn in your father’s village, to which place I made haste to journey so soon as I was favored with my furlough. And now, my dear Flutters, I have sad news to break to you, and for which you must nerve yourself, like the plucky39 little fellow that you are. Your good father is no longer a sojourner40 in this sad world of ours. He died after a very short illness, on the third of last September. I went to see his widow, told her I had some knowledge of you, and that if your father had left any message I would send it to you. She said she could not remember any, save that he used sometimes to say that he would like to know if you were well cared for. She does not seem to have as much heart as most women, and blest if I blame you much for running off as you did. I think your father left very little money, as folks say that your stepmother will have to do something to support herself and her children. Wishing I had better news to send you, Flutters, and with my dutiful respects to the dear Bonifaces, I close this letter—the longest I ever wrote in my life—and I hope never again to be obliged to write such another.
Yours dutifully,
R. A. Bellows.
“Oh, Gladys,” cried Flutters, when he had finished reading, and, leaning his head against the pony’s head, he sobbed41 aloud. Such a whirl of emotion as that letter awoke for Flutters could not be put into words, and in his imagination he seemed to see his fathers grave and old Bobbin’s side by side. The Bonifaces were all he had left now, and they, they were going to leave him; but, no, and a new light seemed to flash in on his mind—what was there now to hinder his going with them? His stepmother would never claim him. Indeed, she need never know he was in England, and so there was a bright side to Flutters’s sorrow, and after a while he walked quietly out from the barn with the Sergeant’s letter in his hand, and straight to Mrs. Boniface, whom he found in the Captain’s room, and then and there he told them all his story, and after the telling felt he was even nearer and dearer to his new friends than ever he had been before.
Only Gladys ever knew how intense had been Flutters’s first sorrow on reading the Sergeant’s letter, but she was such a harum-scarum pony that probably the memory of it went out of her head full as quickly as the hairs, wet by Flutters’s tears, dried on her forehead.
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