try,” said Mary tenderly. “We know where to find each other now, and you can write to me.”
“I will,” said Caroline; “I can write much better than tell. And you will come back, Mary?”
“As soon as I can get a holiday, my dear, indeed I will.”
Carey was too much worn out not to repose on the promise, and though she was unwilling to let her friend go, she said very little more.
Mary longed to give her a cup of strong coffee, and suggested it to Janet; but headaches were so new in the family, that domestic remedies had not become well-known. Janet instantly rushed down to order it, but in the state of the house at that moment, it was nearly as easy to get a draught of pearls.
“But she shall have it, Miss Ogilvie,” said Janet, putting on her hat. “Where’s the nearest grocer?”
“Oh, never mind, my dear,” sighed the patient. “It will go off of itself, when I can get to sleep.”
“You shall have it,” returned Janet.
And Mary having taken as tender a farewell as Caroline was able to bear, they walked off together; but the girl did not respond to the kindness of Miss Ogilvie.
She was too miserable not to be glum, too reserved to be open to a stranger. Mary guessed a little of the feeling, though she feared that an uncomfortable daughter might be one of poor Carey’s troubles, and she could not guess the girl’s sense of banishment from all that she had enjoyed, society, classes, everything, or her feeling that the Magnum Bonum itself was imperilled by exile into the land of dulness, which of course the poor child exaggerated in her imagination. Her only consolation was to feel herself the Masterman Ready of the shipwreck.
CHAPTER VI. – ENCHANTED GROUND
And sometimes a merry train Comes upon us from the lane All through April, May, or June, Every gleaming afternoon; All through April, May, and June, Boys and maidens, birds and bees, Airy whisperings from all trees.
The headache had been carried off by a good night’s rest; a droll, scrambling breakfast had been eaten, German fashion, with its headquarters on the kitchen table; and everybody running about communicating their discoveries. Bobus and Jock had set off to school, and poor little Armine, who firmly believed that his rejection was in consequence of his confusion between os, ossis, and os, oris, and was very sore about it, had gone with Allen and Barbara to see them on their way, and Mother Carey and Janet had agreed to get some real work done and were actually getting through business, when in rushed, rosy and eager, Allen, Armine, and Babie, with arms stretched and in breathless haste.
“Mother Carey! Oh, mother! mammie, dear! come and see!”
“Come—where?”
“To fairy-land. Get her bonnet, Babie.”
“Out of doors, you boy? just look there!”
“Oh! bother all that! It can wait.”
“Do pray come, mother,” entreated Armine; “you never saw anything like it!”
“What is it? Will it take long?” said she, beginning to yield, as Babie danced about with her bonnet, Armine tugged at her, and Allen look half-commanding, half-coaxing.
“She is not to know till she sees! No, don’t tell her,” said Armine. “Bandage her eyes, Allen. Here’s my silk handkerchief.”
“And Janet. She mustn’t see,” cried Babie, in ecstasy.
“I’m not coming,” said Janet, rather crossly. “I’m much too busy, and it is only some nonsense of yours.”
“Thank you,” said Allen, laughing; “mother shall judge of that.”
“It does seem a shame to desert you, my dear,” said Carey, “but you see—”
What Janet was to see was stifled in the flap of the handkerchief with which Allen was binding her eyes, while Armine and Babie sang rapturously—
“Come along, Mother Carey,
Come along to land of fairy;”
an invocation to which, sooth to say, she had become so much accustomed that it prevented her from expecting a fairy-land where it was not necessary to “make believe very much.”
Janet so entirely disapproved of the puerile interruption that she never looked to see how Allen and Babie managed the bonnet. She only indignantly picked up the cap which had fallen from the sofa to the floor, and disposed of it for security’s sake on the bronze head of Apollo, which was waiting till his bracket could be put up.
Guided most carefully by her eldest son, and with the two little ones dancing and singing round her, and alternately stopping each other’s mouths when any premature disclosure was apprehended, pausing in wonder when the cuckoo note, never heard before, came on them, making them laugh with glee.
Thus she was conducted much further than she expected. She heard the swing of the garden gate and felt her feet on the road and remonstrated, but she was coaxed on and through another gate, and a path where Allen had to walk in front of her, and the little ones fell behind.
Then came an eager “Now.”
Her eyes were unbound, and she beheld what they might well call enchanted ground.
She was in the midst of a curved bank where the copsewood had no doubt been recently cut away, and which was a perfect marvel of primroses, their profuse bunches standing out of their wrinkled leaves at every hazel root or hollow among the exquisite moss, varied by the pearly stars of the wind-flower, purple orchis spikes springing from black-spotted leaves, and deep-grey crested dog-violets. On one side was a perfect grove of the broad-leaved, waxen-belled Solomon’s seal, sloping down to moister ground where was a golden river of king-cups, and above was a long glade between young birch-trees, their trunks gleaming silvery white, the boughs over head breaking out into foliage that looked yellow rather than green against the blue sky, and the ground below one sheet of that unspeakably intense purple blue which is only produced by masses of the wild hyacinth.
“There!” said Allen.
“There!” re-echoed the children. “Oh mammy, mammy dear! Is it not delicious?”
Carey held up her hand in silence, for a nightingale was pouring out his song close by; she listened breathlessly, and as it ceased she burst into tears.
“O mother!” cried Allen, “it is too much for you.”
“No, dear boy, it is—it is—only too beautiful. It is what papa always talked of and would have so enjoyed.”
“Do you think he has better flowers up there?” asked Babie. “I don’t think they can be much better.”
And without waiting for more she plunged down
