How still the world was! Now that no one was about, the garden seemed no longer a dumb thing, but a moving fluttering personality. Dew sparkled on the red-tiled paths. It glistened4 in spider-webs. It put tears into the eyes of flowers. A slow wind, cool with the memory of night, rustled5 the tree-tops; it sounded like an unseen woman turning languidly in bed. Through leaves the sunlight filtered and fell in patches. A sense of possession came upon the boy—it was all his, this early morning world.
The puppy kept lagging behind, collapsing6 on his awkward haunches, and turning his head to gaze back at the house. Teddy became curious to see what he wanted and let him choose the direction. Under a window in the thatch7 to which the roses climbed, he laid himself down.
“So you’re thinking of her, too?” he whispered.
They watched together. The sun climbed higher. Inside the farmhouse sounds began to stir.
When she appeared at breakfast, she chose to be haughty8. After she had stalked away with Fanner Joseph, Mrs. Sarie explained to Teddy his breach9 of etiquette10: he had failed to address her as “Princess.”
“She’s full o’ fancies,” said Mrs. Sarie, clearing away the dishes; “full o’ fancies. I’ve ’ad ten children in my time, but not one of ’em like ’er. She won’t let none of us be what we are; she makes us play every day that we’re something different. She’s a captive Princess to-day, and Joseph’s a giant and I’m a giantess.”
Peering through the curtain which hung before the window, he saw Desire, seated astride an ancient horse, which plodded11 round and round in the farmyard drawing water from a well.
He smiled. He knew little about feminine perversity12. Picking up a book, he went into the orchard and threw himself down where the brook13 ran singing to itself.
Footsteps! She came walking sedately14, pretending that she did not know that he was there. He buried his nose in his book. She went by, waited, came back. He heard a swishing sound behind him and glanced across his shoulder. She was standing15 with a twig16 in her hand, her face flushed with anger, striking at some scarlet17 poppies. “Hulloa! What are you doing?”
“They’re people who don’t love me. They’re beasts, and I’m cutting off their heads.”
“I wouldn’t do that. They’re so pretty, and they don’t have long to live, anyhow. Besides, you’re making the puppy frightened.”
The puppy was escaping, his tail quivering like an eel18 between his legs. Directly her attention was called to his terror, she threw the stick aside.
“Poor old Bones, she didn’t mean to frighten him. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt him for the world.”
She gathered him into her arms, and sat herself down beside the brook about a yard away from Teddy.
“Bones does love me; but some people don’t. We call him Bones ’cause he’s got hardly any flesh.”
She glanced shyly at Teddy to see whether he was taking her remarks impersonally19 or as addressed to himself.
He was smiling, so she edged a little nearer and smiled back.
“People aren’t kind to Bones,” she said; “they throw things at him. He’s such a coward; people only respect dogs when they bite. You shouldn’t be so nice; you really shouldn’t, Bones.” And then, significantly: “If you’re too nice to strangers at first, you aren’t valued.”
Teddy laughed softly. “So that was why you bit me this morning, Princess, after I’d got up so early and waited for you?”
She tossed her curls and lowered her eyes. “Did I bite? For the fun of it, I’m always being cross like that. I’m even cross to my mother—my beautiful mother. She’s the darlingest mother in the world.”
Teddy closed his book and leant out, bridging the distance. “Is she? Where is she now?”
“I don’t know, only—only I know I want her. Don’t get afraid; I never cry. P’raps she’s in America. He says that she’ll come to me here, but I don’t believe him.” Suddenly with a gesture that was all tenderness, she slipped out her hand. “I was so lonely till you came. Together we may find her. I’m going to have a little girl myself one day, and I know I should cry and cry if I lost her.”
“You’d have to get married first. When I was very little, I once——”
She interrupted. “Oh, no! Ladies don’t have to. When they want babies, they speak to God about it. I know because—— Is your mother married?”
“Yes, my mother’s married. My father paints pictures.”
“Is it nice to have a father?”
“Very nice. Just as nice as to have a mother, only in another way.”
“Do—do all boys have fathers?”
“Why, yes. And all girls.”
“They don’t. I’ve asked my beautiful mother about it so often, because I——”
She fell silent, gazing straight before her with the cloud of thought in her eyes. Bones, sprawling20 across her lap, licked her hand to attract her attention; she drew her hand away, but took no other notice. The brook bubbled past her feet; its murmurous21 monologue22 emphasized her silence. Through lichened23 trees the farmhouse glowed red. In and out the shadows the sunshine danced like a gold-haired child.
“If fathers are really nice,” she sighed wistfully, “p’raps I ought to have a father for my little girl. When we’re both growed up, I might ask you. Would you be her father, per—perhaps?”
Stretched at her side, he glanced up to see the mischief25 creep about the edges of her mouth. But her face was no longer elfin; it was earnest and troubled with things beyond her knowledge. When she looked like that she seemed older than twelve—almost the same age as himself; there were so many things that he, too, could not understand. He reflected that they both were very like Bones with their easily damped enthusiasm. A wave of pity swept through him; she was so slight, so dainty, so unprotected. He forgot his pigeons; he forgot everything that had happened before meeting her. He felt that of all things in the world, were he given the choice, he would ask that she might be his sister. Stooping his head, he kissed the white petal26 of a hand where it lay unfolded in the grass.
She looked down at him quietly. “My darling mother would say, ’You mustn’t let boys do that.’ But I expect she would let you do it. Do you—do you think I’m an odd child? Every one says I am.”
He laughed with a thrill of excitement; she made him feel so much younger than his yesterday self. “I couldn’t tell you, Princess. I’ve never known any girls. But you’re beautiful, and you’re dear, and you’re——”
“Let’s be tremenjous friends,” she whispered.
Through the long summer days that followed they lived in a world of self-created magic—a world which, because they had made it, belonged wholly to themselves. Its chief delight was that they alone could see it. No one else knew that the brook was a girl and that the mountain-ash that grew beside it was her lover. The boy turned back from his dreams of manhood to meet the childhood of the little girl; it was one last glorious flash of innocence27 before the curtain fell But in the presence of Farmer Joseph and Sarie, and of Hal when he came to visit them, he was shy of his friendship with Desire.
“You’re ashamed of me because I’m a girl and little,” she said. “But I know more than you do about—oh, lots of things!”
She did. She knew that gentlemen when they were in love with ladies, gave their ladies flowers. She knew much about lovers’ secret ways. When asked how she knew, she shook her curls and looked exceedingly wise. She could be impishly coquettish when she liked. There were times when she refused to let Teddy touch her because she would become ordinary to him, if it were always allowed. And there were times when she would creep into his breast like a little tired bird, and let him tell her stories by the hour. She tried to tantalize28 him into jealousy29; Bones was usually the rival for her affections. When she did that, she only amused him, making him remember that he was older than herself. But when he made her feel that he was older, she would stamp her feet with rage. “You’ll be sorry when I wear long frocks,” she would threaten. “I shall pretend to despise you. I shall walk past you with my head held high.”
When she showed him how she would do it, creating the picture by puckering30 her nose and mincing31 her steps, she would only increase his merriment Then suddenly her wounded vanity would break and she would fly at him with all her puny32 strength. “You shan’t laugh at me. You shan’t I can’t bear it Oh, please say you forgive me and like me.”
In the lumber-room, which was across the passage from where she slept, they spent most of their rainy days. It was dirty and it was dusty, but it had something which compensated33 for dust and dirt—a box full of old-fashioned clothes and largely flowered muslins. Nothing pleased her better than to dress herself up and perform, while he played audience. She would go through passionate34 scenes, making up a tune35 and singing words. At the end of them she would explain, “My mamma does that.” And then: “Oh, I wish she would come. When I ask him, he always says, ’Presently. Presently.’ Can’t you take me to her, Teddy?”
It was in the lumber-room that she confided36 to Teddy how she came to leave America. “It was one day when mother was out. He came. He hadn’t come for a long while before that. He was very fond of me and brought me things; so I was very glad. We drove about all day and when it was time for me to go home to bed, he took me to a big ship—oh, a most ’normous ship. Next day, when I woke up, it was all water everywhere and he said I’d see my mamma when we got to land. But we got to land, and I didn’t. And then he said I’d see her here; but I didn’t. And now he says, ‘Presently. Presently.’ Oh, Teddy, you won’t leave me? I may never see her again.” And then, after he had quieted her: “If we stay here till we’re quite growed up, you’ll escape with me, won’t you, and help me to find her?”
She invariably spoke37 of Hal as he; she never gave him a name. Teddy felt that it would not be honorable to question her, but he kept his eyes wide for any clew that would solve the mystery. In Hal’s absence he would become bitter towards him, because he had dared to hurt Desire. But when he came to the farm with his arms full of presents, so hungry to win her love, he felt that somewhere there had been a big mistake and that whoever had been cruel, Hal was not the person.
It was Hal who, having heard them speak of knights38 and sorcerers, brought them The Idylls of the King. Many a golden day they spent reading aloud, while the sunlight dripped from leaves overhead, dappling the pages.
“I like Sir Launcelot best.”
-“But you mustn’t,” said Teddy; “King Arthur was the good one. If Sir Launcelot hadn’t done wrong, everything would have been happy always.”
“Yes, but if everything had been happy always, there wouldn’t have been any story,” she objected. She made bars of her fingers before her mischievous40 eyes; it was a warning that she was going to be impish. “I expect, when I grow up, I shall be like that story; very interesting and very bad.”
Teddy’s shocked appearance surpassed her expectations. Gapping her hands, she rose into a kneeling position and mocked him. “Teddy doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like my loving Sir Launcelot best. And I know why. It’s because he’s a King Arthur himself.”
All that day she irritated him by calling him King Arthur. They had quarreled hopelessly by supper-time. She went to bed without saying “Good-night,” and he wandered out into the dusky silence. He felt angry with her. Why had he ever liked her? So girls could be spite-full The worst of it was that it was true what she had said. He was a proper person. He would always be a proper person; and proper persons weren’t exciting. He felt like doing something desperate just to prove that he could be bad. Then his superiority in years came to his consolation41. Why should he worry himself about a little girl who was younger than himself? When next Hal came to the farm, he would tell him that he was leaving.
It was in his bedroom, where the moonlight fell softly, that memories of her sweetness tiptoed back. He remembered the provocative42 tenderness of her laughter, the velvet43 softness of her tiny hands, and the way she had wreathed him with flowers, pretending that he was her knight39. Life would never be the same without her. Romance walked into his day only when she had passed down the stairs. Not having had a sister, he supposed that these were the emotions of all brothers. She had conquered him at last: though he was in the right, he would ask her forgiveness to-morrow. She had been trying to make him do that from the first morning when he had failed to call her “Princess”—trying to make him bow to her prerogative44 of forgiving for having done wrong herself. He fell asleep smiling, but he was not happy.
He awoke with a start The house was still as death. The moon hung snared45 in a tree; his window was in shadow. Between the long intervals46 of silence he heard the sound of stifled47 sobbing48.
“Who are you? What is it?” he whispered.
In the doorway49 he made out a blur50 of whiteness. Slipping from his bed, he stole towards it. Stooping, he touched it.
“You!”
Her arms flew up and tugged51 at him passionately52. Her tears were on his cheeks. For the first time she kissed him.
“You’re cold, darling little girl.”
And then for the first time he kissed her mouth.
“Oh, I don’t want you to think that I’m bad. I’m not bad, Teddy. And I like you to be King Arthur or Sir Launcelot, or—or anybody.”
He fetched his counterpane and wrapt it round her, coaxing53, her just inside the doorway so that they might not be heard. Together, crouched54 against the wall, with their arms about each other’s necks, they huddled55 in the darkness.
“I didn’t mind—not really.” Since she had kissed him, he was fully24 persuaded of the untruth himself. “I shouldn’t really mind whatever you called me. Little Desire, I thought you never cried. You do believe me, don’t you?”
“Oh, I do want my mother so,” she whispered, drawing deep sobs56 between her words. “If you was to help me to escape to your mother, I’m sure we could find her. And then, you could come and stay with us, and I could come and stay with you. And we should be always and always together.”
In defiance57 of Hal, he promised to help her at the first opportunity. To-morrow? Perhaps. He saw her safely back to her room, kissing her in the darkness on the threshold.
But to-morrow held its own surprise.
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etiquette
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