The white horse lived to see good days. He got safely home, and spent the winter in a comfortable stable, with no work but being exercised for the good of his health by the stable-boy. It was expensive, but expense was not a first consideration with the Squire2, and when he had once decided3 a matter, he was not apt to worry himself with regrets. As to Amabel the very narrowness of the white horse’s escape from death exalted4 him at once to the place of first favorite in her tender heart, even over the head (and ears) of the new donkey.
“Miss Amabel’s” interest in the cart-horse offended her nurse’s ideas of propriety5, and met with no sympathy from her mother or grandmother. But she was apt to get her own way; and from time to time she appeared suddenly, like a fairy-imp, in the stable, where she majestically6 directed the groom7 to hold her up whilst she plied8 a currycomb on the old horse’s back. This over, she would ask with dignity, “Do you take care of him, Miles?” And Miles, touching9 his cap, would reply, “Certainly, miss, the very greatest of care.” And Amabel would add, “Does he get plenty to eat, do you think?” “Plenties to heat, miss,” the groom would reply. And she generally closed the conversation with, “I’m very glad. You’re a good man, Miles.”
In spring the white horse was turned out into the paddock, where Amabel had begged that he might die comfortably. He lived comfortably instead; and Amabel visited him constantly, and being perfectly10 fearless would kiss his white nose as he drooped11 it into her little arms. Her visits to the stable had been discovered and forbidden, but the scandal was even greater when she was found in the paddock, standing12 on an inverted13 bucket, and grooming14 the white horse with Lady Louisa’s tortoise-shell dressing-comb.
“They wouldn’t let me have the currycomb,” said Amabel, who was very hot, and perfectly self-satisfied. Lady Louisa was in despair, but the Squire laughed. The ladies of his family had been great horsewomen for generations.
In the early summer, some light carting being required by the gardener, he begged leave to employ “Miss Amabel’s old horse,” who came at last to trot15 soberly to the town with a light cart for parcels, when the landlord of the Crown would point him out in proof of the Squire’s sagacity in horse-flesh.
But it was not by her attachment16 to the cart-horse alone that Amabel disturbed the composure of the head-nurse and of Louise the bonne. She was a very Will-o’-the-wisp for wandering. She grew rapidly, and the stronger she grew the more of a Tom-boy she became. Beyond the paddock lay another field, whose farthest wall was the boundary of a little wood,—the wood where Jan had herded17 pigs. Into this wood it had long been Amabel’s desire to go. But nurses have a preference for the high road, and object to climbing walls, and she had not had her wish. She had often peeped through a hole in the wall, and had smelt18 honeysuckle. Once she had climbed half way up, and had fallen on her back in the ditch. Louise uttered a thousand and one exclamations19 when Amabel came home after this catastrophe20; and Nurse, distrusting the success of any real penalties in her power, fell back upon imaginary ones.
“I’m sure it’s a mercy you have got back, Miss Amabel,” said she; “for Bogy lives in that wood; and, if you’d got in, it’s ten to one he’d have carried you off.”
“You said Bogy lived in the cellar,” said Amabel.
Nurse was in a dilemma21 which deservedly besets22 people who tell untruths. She had to invent a second one to help out her first.
“That’s at night,” said she: “he lives in the wood in the daytime.”
“Then I can go into the cellar in the day, and the wood at night,” retorted Amabel; but in her heart she knew the latter was impossible.
For some days Nurse’s fable23 availed. Amabel had suffered a good deal from Bogy; and, though the fear of him did not seem so terrible by daylight, she had no wish to meet him. But one lovely afternoon, wandering round the field for cowslips, Amabel came to the wall, and could not but peep over to see if there were any flowers to be seen. She was too short to do this without climbing, and it ended in her struggling successfully to the top. There were violets on the other side, and Amabel let down one big foot to a convenient hole, whence she hoped to be able to stoop and catch at the violets without actually treading in Bogy’s domain24. But once more she slipped and rolled over,—this time into the wood. Bogy lingered, and she got on to her feet; but the wall was deeper on this side than the other, and she saw with dismay that it was very doubtful if she could get back.
I think, as a rule, children are very brave. But a light heart goes a long way towards courage. At first Amabel made desperate and knee-grazing efforts to reclimb the wall, and, failing, burst into tears, and danced, and called aloud on all her protectors, from the Squire to Miles. No one coming, she restrained her tears, and by a real effort of that “pluck” for which the Ammaby race is famous began to run along the wall to find a lower point for climbing. In doing so, she startled a squirrel, and whizz!—away he went up a lanky25 tree. What a tail he had! Amabel forgot her terrors. There was at any rate some living thing in the wood besides Bogy; and she was now busy trying to coax26 the squirrel down again by such encouraging noises as she had found successful in winning the confidence of kittens and puppies. Amabel was the victim of that weakness for falling in love with every fussy27, intelligent, or pitiable beast she met with, which besets some otherwise reasonable beings, leading to an inconvenient28 accumulation of pets in private life, though doubtless invaluable29 in the public services of people connected with the Zo?logical Gardens.
The squirrel sat under the shadow of his own tail, and winked30. He had not the remotest intention of coming down. Amabel was calmer now, and she looked about her. The eglantine bushes were shoulder-high, but she had breasted underwood in the shrubberies, and was not afraid. Up, up, stretched the trees to where the sky shone blue. The wood itself sloped downwards31; the spotted32 arums pushed boldly through last year’s leaves, which almost hid the violets; there were tufts of primroses33, which made Amabel cry out, and about them lay the exquisite34 mauve dog-violets in unplucked profusion35. And hither and thither36 darted37 the little birds; red-breasts and sparrows, and yellow finches and blue finches, and blackbirds and thrushes, with their cheerful voices and soft waistcoats, and, indeed, every good quality but that of knowing how glad one would be to kiss them. In a few steps, Amabel came upon a path going zig-zag down the steep of the wood, and, nodding her hooded38 head determinedly39, she said, “Amabel is going a walk. I don’t mind Bogy,” and followed her nose.
It is a pity that one’s skirt, when held up, does not divide itself into compartments40, like some vegetable dishes. One is so apt to get flowers first, and then lumps of moss41, which spoil the flowers, and then more moss, which, earth downwards (as bread and butter falls), does no good to the rest. Amabel had on a nice, new dress, and it held things beautifully. But it did not hold enough, for at each step of the zig-zag path the moss grew lovelier. She had got some extinguisher-moss from the top of the wall, and this now lay under all the rest, which flattened42 the extinguishers. About half way down the dress was full, and some cushion-moss appeared that could not be passed by. Amabel sat down and reviewed her treasures. She could part with nothing, and she had just caught sight of some cup-moss lichen43 for dolls’ wine-glasses. But, by good luck, she was provided with a white sun-bonnet, as clean and whole as her dress; and this she took off and filled. It was less fortunate that the scale-mosses44 and liverworts, growing nearer to the stream, came last, and, with the damp earth about them, lay a-top of every thing, flowers, dolls’ wine-glasses, and all. It was a noble collection—but heavy. Amabel’s face flushed, and she was slightly overbalanced, but she staggered sturdily along the path, which was now level.
She had quite forgotten Nurse’s warning, when she came suddenly upon a figure crouched45 in her path, and gazing at her with large, black eyes. Her fat cheeks turned pale, and with a cry of, “It’s Bogy!” she let down the whole contents of her dress into one of Jan’s leaf-pictures.
“Don’t hurt me! Don’t take me away! Please, please don’t!” she cried, dancing wildly.
“I won’t hurt you, Miss. I be going to help you to pick ’em up,” said Jan. By the time he had returned her treasures to her skirt, Amabel had regained46 confidence, especially as she saw no signs of the black bag in which naughty children are supposed to be put.
“What are you doing, Bogy?” said she.
“What are you doing, Bogy?” said she
“I be making a picture, Miss,” said Jan, pointing it out.
“Go on making it, please,” said Amabel; and she sat down and watched him.
“Do you like this wood, Bogy?” she asked, softly, after a time.
“I do, Miss,” said Jan.
“Why don’t you sleep in it, then? I wouldn’t sleep in a cellar, if I were you.”
“I don’t sleep in a cellar, Miss.”
“Nurse says you do,” said Amabel, nodding emphatically.
Jan was at a loss how to express the full inaccuracy of Nurse’s statement in polite language, so he was silent; rapidly adding tint47 to tint from his heap of leaves, whilst the birds sang overhead, and Amabel sat with her two bundles watching him.
“I thought you were an old man!” she said, at length.
“Oh, no, Miss,” said Jan, laughing.
“You don’t look very bad,” Amabel continued.
“I don’t think I be very bad,” said Jan, modestly.
“Do you say your prayers, Bogy?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Do you go to church, Bogy?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Then where do you sit?”
“Do you?” said Amabel. She had been threatened with Bogy for misbehavior in church, and it was startling to find that he sat so near. She changed the subject, under a hasty remembrance of having once made a face at the parson through a hole in the bombazine curtains.
“Why don’t you paint with paints, Bogy?” said she.
“I haven’t got none, Miss,” said Jan.
“I’ve got a paint-box,” said Amabel. “And, if you like, I’ll give it to you, Bogy.”
The color rushed to Jan’s face.
“Oh, thank you, Miss!” he cried.
“You must dip the paints in water, you know, and rub them on a plate; and don’t let them lie in a puddle,” said Amabel, who loved to dictate50.
“Thank you, Miss,” said Jan.
“And don’t put your brush in your mouth,” said Amabel.
“Oh, dear, no, Miss,” said Jan. It had never struck him that one could want to put a paint-brush in one’s mouth.
At this point Amabel’s overwrought energies suddenly failed her, and she burst out crying. “I don’t know how I shall get over the wall,” said she.
“Don’t ’ee cry, Miss. I’ll help you,” said Jan.
“I’ll take ’ee on my back,” said Jan. “Don’t ’ee cry.”
With a good deal of difficulty, Amabel was hoisted52 up, and planted her big feet in Jan’s hands. It was no light pilgrimage for poor Jan, as he climbed the winding53 path. Amabel was peevish54 with weariness; her bundles were sadly in the way, and at every step a cup-moss or marchantia dropped out, and Amabel insisted upon its being picked up. But they reached the wall at last, and Jan got her over, and made two or three expeditions after the missing mosses, before the little lady was finally content.
“Good-by, Bogy,” she said, at last, holding up her face to be kissed. “And thank you very much. I’m not frightened of you, Bogy.”
As Jan kissed her, he said, smiling, “What is your name, love?”
And she said, “Amabel.”
To her parents and guardians, Amabel made the following statement: “I’ve seen Bogy. I like him. He doesn’t sleep in the cellar, so Nurse told a story. And he didn’t take me away, so that’s another story. He says his prayers, and he goes to church, so he can’t be the Bad Man. He makes pictures with leaves. He carried me on his back, but not in a bag”—
At this point the outraged55 feelings of Lady Craikshaw exploded, and she rang the bell, and ordered Miss Amabel to be put to bed with a dose of rhubarb and magnesia (without sal-volatile), for telling stories.
“The eau-de-Cologne, mamma dear, please,” said Lady Louisa, as the door closed on the struggling, screaming, and protesting Amabel. “Isn’t it really dreadful? But Esmerelda Ammaby says Henry used to tell shocking stories when he was a little boy.”
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touching
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attachment
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smelt
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catastrophe
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winked
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