No one seemed to be stirring, but they unfastened the locks and chains of the front doors, and stepped out into the beautiful fresh morning.
Ive got to holler! said Dick, still whispering. They cant hear us now.
Yes, they can; wait till we get farther away from the house.
So, hand in hand, they ran down the garden path, and when a grape arbour and a cornfield were between them and their sleeping aunts, they decided they were out of hearing.
Hooray! yelled Dick, as loud as he could, at the same time turning a jubilant handspring.
Dolly was quite as glad as her brother, but contented herself with dancing about, and giving little squeals of delight as she saw one rapturous sight after another.
Oh, Dick, she cried, theres a fountain! way over there on the little hill. Do you spose thats on our grounds?
Course it is. This is all ours, as far as you can see, and more too. That woodsy place over there is ours; Pat told me so.
Well have picnics there. And Dick, maybe there are fairies in the woods.
Sure there are. Thats just the kind of woods that has fairies. But they only come out at night, you know.
Yes, but its only just a little past night now. The sun has only been up a short time. Maybe there are some fairies there yet.
Maybe; lets go and see.
With a skip and a jump the children started for the woods, which, however proved to be farther away than they had thought.
They trudged merrily on, stopping now and then to speak to a robin, or kick at a dandelion, but at last they came to the edge of the grove.
Oh, Dick! cried Dolly, in ecstasy, think of having a real woods, right in our own yard! Isnt it gorgeous!
Great! but go softly now, if we want to see fairies. Im fraid theyve all gone.
Hand in hand the children tiptoed into the wood. They moved very cautiously, lest they should step on a twig, or make any noise that should frighten the fairies.
Theres where they dance, whispered Dick, pointing to a smooth, green mossy place. But of course they always fly away when the sun rises.
Yes, I spose so, said Dolly, regretfully. Shall we come out earlier to-morrow?
Yes; or we might come out to see them some night. Moonlight nights; thats the time!
Would you dare? Oh, Dick, wouldnt it be grand!
Hey, Dolly, theres a squirrel; a real, live one! Thats bettern fairies. Oh, look at him!
Sure enough, a grey squirrel ran past them, and now sat, turning his head back to look at them, but ready for instant flight if they moved.
But they didnt move, they knew better; and scarce daring to breathe, they sat watching the wonderful sight.
Meantime, there was consternation in the household. At seven oclock Miss Rachel had sent Hannah, the waitress, to call the twins.
The maid returned with a scared face, and announced that the children had gone.
Gone! cried Miss Rachel, who was engaged in making her own toilet; where have they gone?
I dont know, maam; but theyre not in their rooms, and the front door is wide open.
Oh, theyve run away! cried Miss Rachel, and hastily throwing on a dressing gown, she went to her sisters room.
Get up, Abbie, she exclaimed. Those children have run away!
Run away? What do you mean?
Why, theyve gone! I suppose they didnt like us. Perhaps they were homesick, or something. Abbie, do you suppose theyve gone back to Chicago, all alone?
Nonsense, Rachel, of course they havent! Children always rise early. Theyre probably walking in the garden.
No, I dont think so. Something tells me theyve run away because they dont like us. Oh, Abbie, do you think thats it?
No, I dont. Go on and dress. Theyll be back by the time youre ready for breakfast. If youre worried, send Hannah out to hunt them up.
So Hannah was sent, but as she only looked in the verandas and in the gardens near the house, of course, she didnt find the twins. By the time the ladies came downstairs, Hannah had impressed Pat and Michael into service, and all three were hunting for the missing guests.
But it never occurred to them to go so far as the woods, where Dick and Dolly were even then sitting, watching the grey squirrel, and looking for fairies.
Im thinkin theyve fell in the pond, said Pat, as he gazed anxiously into the rather muddy water.
Not thim! said Michael; theyre not the sort that do be afther drownin thimsilves. Theyre too frisky. Belikes theyve run back to the brook where they shtopped at yisterday. Do yez go there an look, Pat.
Yes, do, said Miss Rachel, who, with clasped hands and a white face was pacing the veranda.
Dont take it so hard, sister, implored Miss Abbie. Theyre around somewhere, Im sure; and if not, why, you know, Rachel, you didnt want them here very much, anyway.
How can you be so heartless! cried Miss Rachel, her eyes staring reproachfully at her sister. I do want them; theyre brothers children, and this is their rightful home. But I wish they wanted to stay. Im sure they ran away because they didnt like us. Do you think we were too harsh with them yesterday?
Perhaps so. At any rate, they have run away. I thought they were in the garden, but if so, they would have been found by now. Do you suppose they took an early train back to New York?
Oh, Abbie, how can you say so! Those two dear little mites alone in a great city! I cant think it!
Its better than thinking they are drowned in the pond.
Either is awful; and yet of course some such thing must have happened.
The two ladies were on the verge of hysterics, and the servants, who had all been hunting for the children, were nonplussed. Pat had jumped on a horse, and galloped off to the brook which had so taken their fancy the day before, and Michael stood, with his hands in his pockets, wondering if he ought to drag the pond. Delia, the cook, had left the waiting breakfast and had come to join the anxious household.
Im thinkin theyre not far off, she said; why dont ye blow a horn, now?
Thats a good idea, said Miss Abbie; try it, Michael.
So Michael found an old dinner-horn that had hung unused in the barn for many years, and he blew resounding blasts.
But unfortunately, the babes in the woods were too far away to hear, and forgetful of all else they watched two squirrels, who, reassured by the childrens quiet, ran back and forth, and almost came right up to Dick and Dollys beckoning fingers.
If only we had something to feed them, said Dick, vainly hunting his pockets for something edible.
If only we had something to feed ourselves, said Dolly; Im just about starved.
Som I; lets go back now, and come to see the squirrels some other time, and bring them some nuts.
All right, lets.
So back they started, but leisurely, for they had no thought of how the time had slipped by. They paused here and there to investigate many things, and it was well on toward nine oclock when they came within hearing of Michaels horn, on which he was blowing a last, despairing blast.
Hear the horn! cried Dick. Do you spose thats the way they call the family to breakfast?
Oh, it isnt breakfast time, yet, said Dolly, confidently. Im hungry enough, but it cant be eight oclock, I know. And, besides, I want time to tidy up.
The clean frock had lost its freshness, and the blue bow was sadly askew, for somehow, try as she would, Dolly never could keep herself spick and span.
They trudged along, through the barnyard and the garden, and finally came to the kitchen door, which stood invitingly open.
Lets go in this way, said Dolly; its nearer, and I can skin up to my room and brush my hair. I dont want Auntie Rachel to think Im always messy.
In at the back door they went, and as the kitchen was deserted, they looked around in some surprise.
Might as well catch a bun, said Dick, seeing a panful of rolls in the warming oven.
The hungry children each took a roll, and then sped on up to their rooms, intent on tidying themselves for breakfast.
For goodness sake, Dolly! exclaimed Dicks voice through the door, its after nine oclock! Do you spose theyve had breakfast, and where is everybody?
After nine oclock! said Dolly, opening the door, to make sure she had heard aright. Well, if this isnt the queerest house! Hurry up, Dick, and brush your hair, and well go down and see whats the matter. I know they havent had breakfast, for the kitchen range was all full of cereals and things.
A few moments later, two neat and well-brushed children tripped gaily downstairs. They went into the library, where their two aunts, nearly in a state of collapse, were reposing in armchairs.
Good-morning, aunties, said the twins, blithely. Are we late?
Miss Abbie gasped and closed her eyes, at the astonishing sight, but Miss Rachel, who was of a different nature, felt all her anxiety turn to exasperation, and she said, sternly:
You naughty children! Where have you been?
Why, we just got up early, and went to look around the place, volunteered Dolly, and we didnt know it got late so soon.
But where were you? Weve searched the place over.
We went to the woods, said Dick. You see, Aunt Abbie, I felt as if I must screech a little, and we thought if we stayed too near the house, we might wake you up. It was awful early then. I dont see how nine oclock came so soon! Did we keep breakfast back? Im sorry.
Why did you want to screech? said Miss Abbie, quickly. Are you homesick?
Oh, no! I mean screech for joy. Just shout, you know, for fun, and jump around, and turn somersaults. I always do those things when Im glad. But as it turned out, we couldnt, very much, for we were watching for fairies, and then for squirrels, so we had to be quiet after all.
And so you wanted to shout for joy, did you? asked Aunt Rachel, much mollified at the compliments they paid so unconsciously.
Oh, yesm! Everything is so beautiful, and so so sort of enchanted.
Enchanted?
Yes; full of fairies, and sprites. The woods, you know, and the pond, and the fountain, oh, Dana Dene is the finest place I ever saw!
Dicks enthusiasm was so unfeigned, and his little face shone with such intense happiness, that Miss Rachel hadnt the heart to scold him after all. So, resolving to tell the twins later of the trouble they had caused, she went away to tell Delia to send in breakfast, and to tell Michael to go and find Patrick, for the twins had returned.
You see, explained Dolly, as they sat at breakfast, we went out of the house at half-past seven, by the big, hall clock. And I thought then wed stay an hour, and get back in time to fix up before we saw you. Were not very good at keeping clean.
So I see, said Aunt Abbie, glancing at several grass stains and a zigzag tear that disfigured Dollys frock.
Yesm; so we most always try to get in to meals ahead of time, and that lows us to spruce up some.
We try to, said Dick, honestly, but we dont always do it.
No, returned Dolly, calmly; most never. But isnt it stonishing how fast the time goes when you think theres plenty?
It is, said Aunt Rachel, a little grimly. And now that youre to live here, youll have to mend your ways, about being late, for I wont have tardiness in my house.
All right, said Dolly, cheerfully; Ill hunt up my watch. It doesnt go very well, except when it lies on its face; but if I put it in my pocket upside down, maybe itll go.
It must be a valuable watch, remarked Aunt Abbie.
Yesm, it is. Auntie Helen gave it to me for a good-by gift, but I looked at it so often, that I thought it would be handier to wear it hanging outside, like a locket, you know. Well, I did, and then it banged into everything I met. And the chain caught on everything, and the watch got dented, and the crystal broke, and one hand came off. But it was the long hand, so as long as the hour hand goes all right, I can guess at the time pretty good. If Id just had it with me this morning, wed been all right. Im real sorry we were late.
Aunt Rachel smiled, but it was rather a grim smile.
I dont set much store by people who are sorry, she said; what I like, are people who dont do wrong things the second time. If you are never late to breakfast again, that will please me more than being sorry for this mornings escapade.
Ill do both, said Dolly, generously, and indeed, the twins soon learned to be prompt at meals, which is a habit easily acquired, if one wishes to acquire it.
CHAPTER IV
GARDENS
Now, children, said Aunt Rachel, as they all went into the library, after breakfast, you may play around as you choose, but I dont want you to go off the premises without permission. No more wading in the brook, and coming home looking disreputable. You may go to our wood, or anywhere on the place, and stay as long as you like, provided you are here and properly tidy at meal-times But outside the gates, without permission, you must not go: Can I trust you?
Yes, indeed, Aunt Rachel, said Dick; Im sure we dont want to go anywhere else, with all this beautiful place to play in. Why, we havent half explored it yet. Pat says there are thirty acres! Think of that!
Yes, its a fine old place, said Miss Rachel, with justifiable pride in her ancestral home. And Im glad to have you young people in it, if youll only behave yourselves, and not keep us everlastingly in hot water.
We do want to be good, Auntie, said Dolly, in her sweet way; and if were bad a few times, just till we learn your ways, you know, youll forgive us, wont you?
Pretty little Dolly had a wheedlesome voice, and a winning smile, and Miss Rachel found it difficult to speak sternly, when the big, dark eyes looked into her face so lovingly.
Yes, Im sure you want to be good, my dears, and also, we want to do the right thing by you. So well learn each others ways, and Im sure well get along beautifully.
Miss Rachel was not used to children, and she talked to them as if they were as grown-up as herself, but Dick and Dolly understood, and sat patiently while she talked, though, in truth, they were impatient to get away, and run outdoors again.
I shall send you to school, went on Miss Rachel, but not for a week or two yet. I want to learn you myself a little better first.
Yesm, said Dolly, who was equally well pleased to go to school or to stay at home. But Dick wanted to go.
Let us go pretty soon, wont you, Auntie? he said; for I want to get acquainted with the Heatherton fellows.
Boys, Dick, corrected Aunt Abbie, who was beginning to think the twins rather careless of their diction.