Why do they do it? said Ethel.
For the cause of all evil! That daughter marries a grazier, and wants to set up for gentility; she comes and squeezes presents out of her mother, and the whole family are distrusting each other, and squabbling over the spoil before the poor old creature is dead! It makes one sick! I gave that Mrs. Thorn a bit of my mind at last; I could not stand the sight any longer. Madam, said I, youll have to answer for your mothers death, as sure as my names Dick Maya harpy dressed up in feathers and lace.
There was a great laugh, and an entreaty to know whether this was really his addressEthel telling him she knew he had muttered it to himself quite audibly, for which she was rewarded by a pretended box on the ear. It certainly was vain to expect order at dinner on Saturday, for the doctor was as bad as the boys, and Mrs. May took it with complete composure, hardly appearing sensible of the Babel which would sometimes almost deafen its promoter, papa; and yet her interference was all-powerful, as now when Harry and Mary were sparring over the salt, with one gentle Mary! and one reproving glance, they were reduced to quiescence.
Meanwhile Dr. May, in a voice above the tumult, was telling Maggie, as he always called his wife, some piece of news about Mr. Rivers, who had bought Abbotstoke Grange; and Alan Ernescliffe, in much lower tones, saying to Margaret how he delighted in the sight of these home scenes, and this free household mirth.
It is the first time you have seen us in perfection, said Margaret, with mamma at the head of the tableno, not quite perfection either, without Richard.
I am very glad to have seen it, repeated Alan. What a blessing it must be to your brothers to have such a home!
Yes, indeed, said Margaret earnestly.
I cannot fancy any advantage in life equal to it. Your father and mother so entirely one with you all.
Margaret smiled, too much pleased to speak, and glanced at her mothers sweet face.
You cant think how often I shall remember it, or how rejoiced I He broke off, for the noise subsided, and his speech was not intended for the public ear, so he dashed into the general conversation, and catching his own name, exclaimed, Whats that base proposal, Ethel?
To put you on the donkey, said Norman.
They want to see a sailor riding, interposed the doctor.
Dr. May! cried the indignant voice of Hector Ernescliffe, as his honest Scottish face flushed like a turkey cock, I assure you that Alan rides like
Like a horse marine, said Norman.
Hector and Harry both looked furious, but June was too great a man in their world for them to attempt any revenge, and it was left for Mary to call out, Why, Norman, nonsense! Mr. Ernescliffe rode the new black kicking horse till he made it quite steady.
Made it steady! No, Mary, that is saying too much for it, said Mr. Ernescliffe.
It has no harm in itcapital horsesplendid, said the doctor; I shall take you out with it this afternoon, Maggie.
You have driven it several times? said Alan.
Yes, I drove him to Abbotstoke yesterdaynever started, except at a fool of a woman with an umbrella, and at the trainand well take care not to meet that.
It is only to avoid the viaduct at half-past four, said Mrs. May, and that is easily done.
So you are bound for Cocksmoor? said the doctor. I told the poor fellow you were going to see his wife, and he was so thankful, that it did ones heart good.
Is he better? I should like to tell his wife, said Flora.
The doctor screwed up his face. A bad business, he said; he is a shade better to-day; he may get through yet; but he is not my patient. I only saw him because I happened to be there when he was brought in, and Ward was not in the way.
And whats his name?
I cant telldont think I ever heard.
We ought to know, said Miss Winter; it would be awkward to go without.
To go roaming about Cocksmoor asking where the man in the hospital lives! said Flora. We cant wait till Monday.
Ive done, said Norman; Ill run down to the hospital and find out. May I, mamma?
Without your pudding, old fellow?
I dont want pudding, said Norman, slipping back his chair. May I, mamma?
To be sure you may; and Norman, with a hand on the back of Ethels chair, took a flying leap over his own, that set all the glasses ringing.
Stop, stop! know what you are going after, sir, cried his father. What will they know there of Cocksmoor, or the man whose wife has twins? You must ask for the accident in number five.
And oh, Norman, come back in time! said Ethel.
Ill be bound Im back before Etheldred the Unready wants me, he answered, bounding off with an elasticity that caused his mother to say the boy was made of india-rubber; and then putting his head in by the window to say, By-the-bye, if theres any pudding owing to me, that little chorister fellow of ours, Bill Blake, has got a lot of voracious brothers that want anything thats going. Tom and Blanche might take it down to em; Im off! Hooray! and he scampered headlong up the garden, prolonging his voice into a tremendous shout as he got farther off, leaving every one laughing, and his mother tenderly observing that he was going to run a quarter of a mile and back, and lose his only chance of pudding for the weekold Bishop Whichcotes rules contemplating no fare but daily mutton, to be bought at a shilling per sheep. A little private discussion ensued between Harry and Hector on the merits of the cakes at Ballhatchets gate, and old Nellys pies, which led the doctor to mourn over the loss of the tarts of the cranberries, that used to grow on Cocksmoor, before it was inhabited, and to be the delight of the scholars of Stoneborough, when he was one of themand then to enchant the boys by relations of ancient exploits, especially his friend Spencer climbing up, and engraving a name on the top of the market cross, now no moreswept away by the Town Council in a fit of improvement, which had for the last twenty years enraged the doctor at every remembrance of it. Perhaps at this moment his wife could hardly sympathise, when she thought of her boys emulating such deeds.
Papa, said Ethel, will you lend me a pair of spectacles for the walk?
And make yourself one, Ethel, said Flora.
I dont careI want to see the view.
It is very bad for you, Ethel, further added her mother; you will make your sight much shorter if you accustom your eyes to them.
Well, mamma, I never do wear them about the house.
For a very good reason, said Margaret; because you havent got them.
No, I believe Harry stole them in the holidays.
Stole them! said the doctor; as if they werent my property, unjustifiably appropriated by her!
They were that pair that you never could keep on, papa, said Ethelno use at all to you. Come, do lend me them.
Im sure I shant let you wear them, said Harry. I shant go, if you choose to make yourself such an object.
Ah! said the father, the boys thought it time to put a stop to it when it came to a caricature of the little doctor in petticoats.
Yes, in Normans Lexicon, said Ethel, a capital likeness of you, papa; but I never could get him to tell me who drew it.
Nor did Ethel know that that caricature had been the cause of the black eye that Harry had brought home last summer. Harry returned, to protest that he would not join the walk, if she chose to be seen in the spectacles, while she undauntedly continued her petition, though answered that she would attract the attacks of the quarrymen, who would take her for an attenuated owl.