One day early in June Aurora was in a particularly dissatisfied mood. The model, Tilly, who posed not only for Barnabas, but for many other studios, had been distinctly rude that afternoon.
Aurora had found inspiration lacking, and had told Tilly she could go. It had been the signal for a tirade8 on Tilly’s part. She had spoken her mind freely, with contemptuous words regarding artists who achieved nothing, and whose pictures, even when completed, were so incomprehensible that they could find no place in any gallery. Aurora had told Tilly not to come near her studio again. But her words had held a sting which hurt. Aurora was near tears.
Then she remembered that Alan was coming to tea that afternoon and bringing Barnabas with him. She dried her tears on her painting-apron and put the kettle on the hob.
And perhaps it was the suspicion of tears that Barnabas saw when he and Alan arrived, or perhaps it was an imploring9 whisper from the discordant10 Boy, or perhaps it was merely the sunshine and his own exuberant11 spirits, but, at any rate, he had, what the Boy considered, a heaven-born inspiration.
“I think,” he said suddenly, addressing himself to the square patch of blue seen through skylight, “that studios are distinctly stuffy12 this weather. Let’s all go and paint out of doors a bit—be vagabond artists.” The thought of Kostolitz came into his mind with the words.
“Permanently?” asked Alan, “or by the day?”
“Oh, for about three weeks or so,” said Barnabas. “You, Aurora, Dan, and me. I’ll make Dan come too. I’ll hire a coster cart and donkey to carry our painting materials, a few provisions, and a small tent for Aurora to sleep in. We three can sleep in the open. Let’s,” ended Barnabas slyly, “study Art in Nature.”
“The symbolism of Nature,” murmured Alan dreamily.
“Or Nature without the symbolism,” said Aurora. “I’m tired of symbolism.” Her voice was almost petulant13.
“To-day,” he announced, “is Tuesday. Let us start on Thursday.”
“Yes,” said Aurora firmly, “I want to get away from everything.” Her eyes took in the studio and her own High Art productions in a comprehensive sweep. “For a time,” she added, seeing that Alan was looking reproachful.
Barnabas promulgated15 a few further ideas on the subject, and they all three studied a large cycling map of Aurora’s which had small country lanes plainly marked on it.
“Bring the map,” said Barnabas, as he rose to take his leave. “And Thursday, remember, at my studio, at ten o’clock.”
He went round to see Miss Mason that evening to tell her of the plan. Pippa, in a purple dressing-gown, listened entranced. She had been given a quarter of an hour’s grace from bed on account of Barnabas’ arrival.
“So,” ended Barnabas, “on Thursday at ten o’clock we start off to study Nature. I’ve already hired a donkey and cart. To-morrow I buy a tent and a few other things.”
Pippa gave a huge sigh.
“How lovely!” she said. “Just you, and [Pg 184]Monsieur Dan, and Monsieur Alan, and Mademoiselle Aurora. Just you four. I s’pose ze tent will be quite tiny. Only just big enough for Mademoiselle Aurora. Not a teeny bit more room in it. Not even enough room for Mimsi”—Mimsi was the grey kitten—“and most certainly not enough room for—for me.”
Barnabas laughed. He looked at Miss Mason. The idea conveyed by Pippa in this flagrant hint had occurred to him.
Pippa heard something in the laugh that made her heart beat hopefully.
“I am,” she said reflectively, “not very big. Or,” she continued, “a cart would be a very nice ting to sleep in. I wonder what it feels like to sleep in a cart.”
“Time you went to bed,” said Miss Mason grimly.
Pippa got up reluctantly. “Bon soir, Monsieur Barnabas,” she said, with a little sigh. “I wonder if Mademoiselle Aurora can darn holes in men’s socks. Madame Barbin taught me to darn—oh, but to darn very beautifully. Much walking will no doubt make many holes.”
Barnabas telegraphed a question to Miss Mason.
“You’d get tired walking,” said Miss Mason gruffly.
Pippa looked dubious16. “I am not ver’ ’eavy. I could perhaps ride in ze cart just sometimes. Besides,” she ended hopefully, “it is ver’ good to be tired. One sleep well at night.”
“Well, go to bed and sleep well now,” said Miss Mason.
Pippa sighed again heavily.
“Good night, Aunt Oleeve, good night, Monsieur Barnabas.” She went away sorrowfully.
“Do you think she might come?” said Barnabas. “I’d take great care of her.”
“You’ll tire her out, and she’ll be a trouble to you,” said Miss Mason. She was hating the thought of parting with the child.
“Not a bit,” said Barnabas. “The question is, will you spare her?”
Miss Mason laughed.
“You’ve a genius for hitting the truth full on the head, Barnabas. I suppose I must. She’d adore it, and the open air life would be excellent for her.”
And so it was arranged. And the tour in the donkey-cart was to be fraught17 with a curious little incident which was to lead infinitely18 further than anyone could imagine.
Thursday dawned bright and sunny under a cloudless sky.
The donkey-cart was outside Barnabas’ studio, and Pippa in a green dress and rough straw hat trimmed with daisies was feeding the animal with sugar. She had instantly christened him Pegasus, for though he was not a winged horse he was most unquestionably a magic steed.
Painting materials, a hamper19 of provisions, and the tent were packed into the cart. Pippa climbed in. Seated on the luggage she held the reins20. Barnabas took hold of the bridle21.
The men were in tweed knickerbocker suits and soft felt hats. Aurora was in a blue serge skirt, a white blouse, scarlet22 tie, and a blue sun-bonnet. She felt that the attire23 was suited to the part of a vagabond.
The other three artists of the courtyard were there watching them and offering advice. Paul, in his own happiness, felt in entire sympathy with their gaiety. Jasper and Michael felt somehow rather out of things.
“You ought to have had the cart meet you somewhere,” said Miss Mason. “You’ll be mobbed.”
“Not a bit of it,” said Barnabas cheerfully. “Dan’s size is protection enough for the lot of us. Good-bye, Aunt Olive. Ta-ta, you fellows. We’re off to study Nature. We’ll write our comments to you and post the letters at country post offices.”
Pippa flicked24 the whip and Pegasus walked gravely out of the courtyard. And the little faun in the garden played a gay tune25 on his pipe. The youthful spirits of the departing cavalcade26 appealed to him.
And Miss Mason went back to her studio, and for the first time since a year ago she felt a little lonely, for both Barnabas and Pippa had gone, and the Duchessa di Corleone was on her way to Italy with the portrait.
But the Fates had another thread in readiness, and she was not to feel lonely long.
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