“It isn’t the thing you do, dear,
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun—
The loving touch of the hand, dear,
That you had no time nor thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.”
SUCH a troubled night poor little Poppet had. Twice she woke up with a stifled3 scream, and lay awake afterwards hot and trembling in the dark. The third time she slept, she dreamed Bunty had thrown a stone at the schoolmaster’s house, which was all built of glass; she heard the crashing and splintering of it as it came down in a heap, forms, blackboards, boys, and masters, all flying in different directions. Then a great voice that sounded like thunder asked if John Woolcot had done this, and all the world seemed listening for the answer. And Bunty was standing4 near a great red window, with 57a frightened look on his face, and he said, “No, I never.” Then there was a loud shouting and hissing5, and a dozen hands caught hold of the boy and hurried him away.
“What are they going to do with him?” some one asked of a giant who was sitting peeling a cricket-ball as if it were an orange. And the giant, who had Bully6 Hawkins’ face, laughed, and said, “They’re putting him in the guillotine; listen to that snap—his head has just fallen off; I’m going to have it for a ball because he wouldn’t scout7!”
The snap that woke the poor dreaming child was the banging of the bedroom door.
Nell had just come in, gone to the glass, given her hair a few pats and light touches, and hurriedly slipped on her best bronze shoes,—it was nine o’clock, and some late visitors had come—men with gold buttons.
“Don’t be silly, Poppet; go to sleep at once,”—the elder sister gave her a hasty pat. “Lie down, and don’t be naughty; you’ve been eating apples again late, I expect, and it’s made you dream,—there, I must go.”
The child clung to her.
58“Bunty!” she said,—“is he dead? did they take his head?—oh, Bunty!”
“You silly little thing, don’t I tell you you’ve been dreaming!” Nellie laid her down impatiently and tucked the clothes round her. “There, go to sleep; I have to go down, there are visitors. I’ll leave the candle if you like.”
Poppet put her head under the clothes and sobbed9 hysterically10; the little, narrow bed with its spring mattress11 was shaking.
“Oh!” said Nellie,—“oh dear, this is tiresome12! Poppet, do you want anything? Would you like a drink?—oh, I’m in such a hurry,—what is it, Poppet? What’s the use of being silly, now? When a dream’s gone, it’s gone. Stop crying at once, or I shall be very angry, and go and leave you in the dark!”
The bed shook even more violently.
“M-M-Meg!” was the word that came with a choking sound from under the counterpane,—“oh, M-M-Meg!”
“All right, I’ll send her if you’ll be good,—not for a minute or two, because she’s talking to some gentlemen, but as soon as I can whisper to her. Here, drink this water before I go, and stop sobbing. You’re too big a girl to go on like this, Poppet.”
59Nellie’s voice had a stern note in it,—she thought kindness would make her cry more, and there really was not time to argue with her.
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“meg caught a glimpse of something white outside bunty’s door.”
Five, six, seven minutes slipped away after she had gone; then Meg came running lightly upstairs and into the room the child shared with Nellie.
“She’s too excitable—I’ll have to make her go to bed earlier,” she thought, as she crossed over to the tossed bed. “Nightmare—poor little mite13!”
60But there was only a pillow and a tossed heap of clothes—the bed was empty!
“She’s gone down for more light and company. How unkind of Nellie!” she said aloud, starting off in quest of her. She looked in the different bedrooms as she passed, then in the nursery, which was brightly lighted but deserted14.
The boys’ landing was in darkness; but at the end of it she caught a glimpse of something white outside Bunty’s door.
“Poppet!” she cried, hurrying down. “Oh, Poppet, nothing on your feet, and only your nightgown!”
She picked her up in her arms, nine years old though she was.
But the child was nearly beside herself, and struggled back to the ground, beating with her small hands against the lower panels of the door.
“Bunty!” she said, “Bunty! Bunty! Can’t you hear me, Bunty? Oh, Bunty!”
“John!” Meg called sharply, “answer at once!”
“What?” said Bunty’s voice in its gruffest tone. “For goodness’ sake leave me alone! What on earth do you want? Don’t be an idiot, Poppet.”
The very gruffness and crossness of the reply reassured15 the child—it was so unmistakably Buntyish. 61Her sobs16 grew less and less wild—she even permitted Meg to lift her up in her arms again.
“Good-night, Bunty,” she said in a small voice with a pitiful hiccough at the end.
“Oh, good-night,” he said.
And then Meg carried her off.
Such a tender, gentle, soothing17 Meg she was, even though some one was waiting impatiently in the drawing-room and the evening was almost over.
She took the child into her own room, and put her into her own bed with the pink rosebud18 hangings and pale pink mosquito nets that Poppet had always thought the prettiest things in the world.
And she bathed her face with lavender-water, and sprinkled the same refreshing19 stuff on the white, frilled pillows, and talked to her in a pleasant, matter-of-fact way that dispelled20 the horrors of the night entirely21.
The little girl told her dream. She longed to pour all Bunty’s troubles into this dear, big sister’s ear! But that of course was forbidden.
One thing she did venture to say, as she lay cuddled up with her face luxuriously22 against Meg’s soft breast.
“Dear Megsie, couldn’t you be sweet and dear to Bunty too? Poor Bunty, everybody gets on to him.”
62“My pet, he won’t let people be nice to him,” said Meg in a troubled way.
“I don’t mean kiss him or anything,” the little girl said; “only don’t call him ‘John’—it’s such an ugly name; and don’t keep saying ‘Don’t!’; and don’t let Nellie keep telling him he’s dirty and clumsy,—please, dearest Megsie!”
Meg kissed her silently.
What a wise little child it was! What a dear little child! And oh, what a poor little child, for it had never in its life known a mother!
Her thoughts leapt back across the years to that dear, fading memory of her mother. She saw the bedroom, with the bright lights that seemed strangely painful in such a place.
“I want to see them all, John, please,” the voice from the pillows had said when the Captain moved away to turn the gas down; “it can’t hurt me now.”
And they had gathered up close to the white pillows that gleamed with the loose, bright hair—all the little, frightened children,—herself, hardly thirteen; Pip in a sailor suit and his eyes red; little dear Judy with wild, bright eyes and trembling lips; Nellie with a headless doll clasped in her arms; Bunty in a holland pinafore stained with jam.
63Nobody heeded23 the tiny baby that lay just in the hollow of mother’s arm,—what was a baby, even one almost new to them all, when mother was dying?
But the next day, when all was over, and every one was tired of crying and feeling the world had stopped for them for ever, the strange nurse brought in the little lonely baby and gave it to Meg to nurse, because she was the eldest24.
“You’ll have to be its mother now, little miss,” she said, as she laid it in all its long, many clothes in Meg’s frightened arms.
Its mother!
The scene came vividly25 before Meg’s eyes to-night, as she sat with the poor child close in her arms.
How she had failed! how she had neglected, scolded, grown impatient with, laughed at, her little trust! Loved her, of course; but life was such a confusing, busy, quarrelling, pleasure-seeking kind of thing at Misrule, and she had forgotten so often, and been so taken up with her own affairs, that she had not had time to “be a mother” to her little sister.
“Oh, Poppet!” she said, in a voice full of passionate27 regret; and Poppet slipped her dear, thin 64little arms around her neck and clung closer, as if she almost knew what the trouble was.
But presently the child fell asleep, and Meg stayed there, motionless, on the bed edge, looking down at the small, flushed cheeks, where the black lashes28 lay still heavy and wet.
There was a strange look of Judy about the little face to-night, and altogether it made Meg forget the visitors downstairs, Alan, Nell’s impatience29, everything but the little dead mother and the knowledge that her place was not well filled. She thought of Bunty, sullen30, hard, untruthful, and growing more so every day—Bunty, whose nature no one but Poppet had a key to, and even hers would not always turn.
If the little mother had lived, he would have been very different. Poor lad! perhaps he was unhappy too—he had been even more gloomy and silent than usual these last few days; she would go to him now, and try to get into his confidence by degrees.
She slipped Poppet’s little warm hand out of her own and put it softly on the pillow.
“Well, this is too bad of you,” said Nellie, putting her head into the door. “You’ve no regard for appearances, really, Meg. It’s an hour since you left the room, and I’ve been making excuses for you all the time. Why don’t you come down? There’s 65only Esther and me to entertain them all, and Alan Courtney’s been looking at the photograph album for half an hour, and not spoken a word. You are too bad. Sitting here with Poppet all this time—she’s asleep too. Talk about spoiling the children!”
Meg got up, her eyelashes wet, her face very sweet in its new gravity.
“I sha’n’t come down again,” she said in a low tone. “Tell them Poppet was not well, and I had to stay with her; indeed, I cannot come, Nellie.”
Nellie glanced at her impatiently; she did not understand the strange, moved look on her sister’s face—it had been unclouded and laughing an hour ago; how could she guess she had been holding hands with the dead all this little while?
“I never saw any one like you for moods, Meg,” she said crossly. “A minute ago you were laughing and talking to Alan Courtney, and now you’re looking like a funeral hearse; and I think it’s very rude not to come down and say good-night. They asked me to sing the ‘Venetian Boat Song’ too, and you know I can’t play my own accompaniment.”
“Dear Nell, another night,” Meg whispered; “and hush32, you will disturb Poppet. Go down again yourself now, or Esther will be vexed33. Wish 66them good-night for me; I have to speak to Jo—Bunty.”
Nellie’s face still looked vexed. She had practised her somewhat difficult song, and was ambitious to sing it since they all pressed her so.
“I can see Alan thinks it strange of you vanishing like that,” she said grumblingly34. “He told me to be sure to make you come down again.”
Then Meg blushed—a beautiful, warm, tender blush that crept right up to the little straying curls on her forehead. They had been talking about books, she and Alan, before she came upstairs; and in a sudden fit of petulance35 with herself she had said she was “a stupid, ignorant thing, and would not talk to him about books again, because she knew he was laughing at her for knowing so little.”
And oh! what was it his eyes had said when they flashed that one quick, eager look into hers? what was it that softly breathed “Meg” had meant?
Nellie had whispered in her ear the next second, “Poppet’s crying herself nearly into a fit for you; can you go to her for a minute?”
It seemed almost a week ago now since she had gone. In some indefinable way she seemed to have grown older in that one hour, to have got away from all these things that had engrossed36 her before.
“Come on; why shouldn’t you?” Nell said 67persuasively, quick to take advantage of that sudden blush.
Just a moment Meg hesitated,—it would be very sweet to go down to the room again and lose this heavy-heartedness in “the delight of happy laughter, the delight of low replies.”
But poor, misunderstood Bunty whom they all “got on to”—her neglected duty! Had she any right to be enjoying herself just now, any right to chase away these new feelings?
She turned away with a sudden lifting of head.
“No, I am not coming; say good-night for me.”
“Stay away then,” said Nellie in exasperation37. So Meg went down the landing once more to the boys’ end.
“Bunty,” she said, knocking softly, “I want to come in; may I?”
“What on earth do you want? Can’t you give a fellow a bit of peace? What are you after now? Yes, I’ve put my dirty socks in the linen39 basket.”
“It isn’t that, Bunty; I only want to talk to you for a little,” Meg’s voice was very even and patient.
But “Blow being talked to!” was Bunty’s grateful and polite reply. He was weary of sisterly “talkings.”
“I’m not going to lecture you or anything like 68that, Bunty. I wish you’d open the door. What have you fastened yourself in for?” Meg beat a little tattoo40 on the wood and rattled41 the handle.
“What a nuisance you are, Meg; why on earth can’t you go away and let a fellow be quiet? I’m not going to open the door, so there.” His voice sounded from the bed across the room; he had not even attempted to come near the door.
“Oh, very well,” said Meg, seeing it was useless, to-night, at least, with that barrier of pine between them.
“Good-night, old fellow. I don’t see why you should be so grumpy with me.”
“I’ll talk to him to-morrow,” she said, as she went downstairs with a free heart to the drawing-room again.
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