Now then for a wonder as they came out. Sam waved everybody awaynay, waved is a small word for what he didshouted, pushed, ordered, would be more like it. He was going to give Miss Fosbrook such a proof of his esteem as hardly any one enjoyed, not even Hal, twice in the summer.
Everybody submitted to his violent demonstrations, and Christabel followed him to the back of the summer-house. There stood a large red flower-pot upside down.
Now, Miss Fosbrook!
Sams finger hooked into the hole at the top. Off came the flower-pot, and disclosed something flying off with rushing wings, and something confused remaining,a cluster of grey wings all quill, with gaping yellow mouths here and there opening, a huddling movement always going on in the forlorn heap, as if each were cold, and wanted to be undermost.
Tits, my tits! said Sam triumphantly; theyve built their nest here three years following.
But how do they get in and out?
Through the hole. Take care, Ill show you one.
Wont you frighten away the bird?
Oh dear no! Ox-eyes arent like wrens; I go to them every day. See! and he took up in his hand a creature that could just be seen to be intended for a bird, though the long skinny neck was bare, and the tiny quills of the young wings only showed a little grey sprouting feather, as did the breast some primrose-coloured down. Miss Fosbrook had to part with some favourite cockney notions of the beauty of infant birds, and on the other hand to gain a vivid idea of what is meant by callow young.
Sam quickly put his nestling back, and showed her the parent. She could hardly believe that the handsome bird in the smooth grey coat and bright straw-coloured waistcoat, with the broad jet-black line down the centre, the great white cheeks edged with black, and the bold knowing look, could be like what the little bits of deformity in the nest would soon become.
Ay, thats an ox-eye, said Sam. Youll hear them going on peterpeterpeterall the spring.
But Sam was cut short by a loud and lamentable burst of roaring where they had left the party.
Miss Fosbrook hurried back, hearing Hals rude laugh as she came nearer, it was Elizabeth, sobbing in the passionate way in which it is not good to see a child cry, and violently shaking off Susan, who was begging her to stop herself before Miss Fosbrook should come.
What was the matter?
Oh! Bettys nonsense.
Johnnie did
Johnnie only
Now, Hal!
Tell-tale! Cry-baby!
She only cried that Miss Fosbrook might hear.
So shouted the little Babel, Bessie sobbing resentfully between her words, till Miss Fosbrook, insisting that everybody should be quiet, desired her to tell what had happened.
JohnnieJohnnie called me a toad.
The others all burst out laughing, and Miss Fosbrook, trying to silence them with a frown, said it was very rude of John, but she saw no reason why a girl of Bessies age should act so childish a part.
Hes been teasing me, and so has Anne, all this time! cried Bessie. Theyve been at me ever since I came out, pulling me and plaguing me, and
Well, said Susan, I told you to walk in front of Miss Fosbrook, where they could not.
I didnt do anything to her, said John.
Now, Johnnie!
He only pulled her frock and poked her ankles, said Anne pleadingly
Onlyand why did you do what she did not like?
Johnnie looked sturdy and cross. Anne hung her head; and Elizabeth burst out again,
They always dothey always are cross to me! I said Id tell you, and now they said Ida was a conceited little toad, and stingy Bet was another; and out burst her howls again.
A very sad and improper way of spending a Sunday evening, said Miss Fosbrook, who had really grown quite angry. Anne and John, I will put an end to this teasing. Go to bed this instant.
They did not dare to disobey, but went off slowly with sulky footsteps, muttering to one another that Miss Fosbrook always took pipy Bettys part; Nurse said so, and they wished Mamma was at home. And when they came up to the nursery, Nurse pitied them. She had never heard of a young lady doing such a thing as ordering off two poor dear children to bed for only just saying a word; but it seemed there were to be favourites now. No, she could not put them to bed; they must wait till Mary came in from her walk; she wasnt going to put herself out of the way for any fine London governess.
So Johnnie had another conquest over Miss Fosbrook; but Anne was uncomfortable, and went and sat in a corner, wishing she had had her punishment properly over, and kicking her brother away when he wanted to play with her.
As for Bessie, she only cried the more for Miss Fosbrooks trying to talk to her. It was a way of hers, perhaps from being less strong than the others, if once she started in a cry she could not leave off.
Susan told Miss Fosbrook so; and the boys tried to drag her on with a promise of a blackbirds nest; but she thought them unfeeling to such woeful distress, and first tried to reason with Bessie, then to soothe her, till at last, finding all in vain, she thought bed the only place for the child, and led her into the house, helped her, still shaking with sobs, to undress, and was going to see her lie down in the bed which she shared with Susan. Elizabeth was still young enough to say her prayers aloud. The words came out in the middle of choking sobs, not as if she were much attending to them. Miss Fosbrook knelt down by her as she was going to rise, and said in her own words,