Ten shillings! The community stood round and looked at one another at the notion of such an awful sum; but Hal was the first to cast a ray of hope on the gloom. Kattern Hill fair aint till Midsummer, and perhaps Grandmamma will send us some money before that. If anybodys birthday was but coming!
Better save it out of our allowance, said Sam. How long is it to the fair?
Miss Fosbrooks pocket-book declared it to be four weeks.
Well, then, said Hal, we three big ones have sixpence a week each, thats six shillings, leaving out stingy Bess, and the little ones threepence, thats three times three is nine, and three times nine is thirty-six, thats three shillings, and six is nine, and very near four is fourteen. We shall do the pig yet.
Yes, Hal; but if pigs are reasonable, I am afraid three times nine never yet were so much so as to make thirty-six, objected Miss Fosbrook.
Sam whistled.
Twenty-seventhats three and twopenceits all the same, said Hal; then at the scream of the rest, at least two and threepence. Well, any way theres plenty for piggy-wiggy, and it shall be a jolly secret to delight Hannah Higgins, and surprise Papa and Mamma: hurrah!
Yes, said Sam; but then nobody must have any fines.
Ay, and Sue must keep her money. That will be a wonder! shouted Harry.
Well, Ill try, said Susan. Ill try not to have a single fine, and Ill not buy a single lump of sugar-candy, for I do want poor Hannah to have her pig.
And so will we! cried the younger ones with one voice.
Only, added Susan, I must buy Dickys canary seed.
And I must have a queens head to write to Mamma, said Annie.
Oh! never mind that, such trumpery as your letters are, said Hal. Mamma could say them by heart before she gets them. What does she care for them?
Little Annie looked very deplorable.
Never mind, my dear, said Miss Fosbrook, mammas always care for little girls letters, and you are quite right to keep a penny for your stamp for her.You see, Hal, this scheme will never come to good if you sacrifice other duties to it.
Henry twirled round impatiently.
Now suppose, said Miss Fosbrook, that we set up a treasury, and put all in that we can properly afford, and then break it open on the day before the fair, and see how much we have.
Oh! yes, yes, cried the children in raptures.
Will you help, Miss Fosbrook? said Susan, clasping her hands.
I should like to do a very little, if you will take this silver threepenny; but I do not think it would be right for me to spare one penny more, for all I can afford is very much wanted at home.
What shall we have for treasury? said Hal, looking round.
I know! cried Susan. Here, in the baby-house; heres the Toby, lets put it inside him.
The so-called baby-house was an old-fashioned cupboard with glass doors, where certain tender dolls, and other curiosities, playthings too frail to be played with and the like, were ranged in good order, and never taken out except when some one child was unwell, and had to stay in-doors alone.
Toby Fillpot was a present from Nurse Freeman. It was a large mug, representing a man with a red coat, black hat, and white waistcoat, very short legs, and top-boots. The opening of the cup was at the top of his head, and into this was dropped all the silver and pence at present mustered, and computed to be about four shillings.
And, Miss Fosbrook, youll not be cross about fines? said Johnnie, looking coaxing.
I hope I shall not be cross, she answered; but I do not engage to let you off any. I think having so good a use to put your money to should make you more careful against forfeiting it.
Yes, said Johnnie disconsolately.
Well, I never get fined, cried Hal joyfully.
Except for running up stairs in dirty shoes, said Sam.
Oh! theres no dirt now.
Let me see, what are the fines? said Miss Fosbrook.
Heres the list, said Susan; and sighing, she said, Im afraid I shall never do it! If Bessie only would help!
The fines of the Stokesley schoolroom were these for delinquencieseach value a farthing
For being dressed later than eight oclock.
For hair not properly brushed.
For coming to lessons later than five minutes after ten.
For dirty hands.
For being turned back twice with any lesson.
For elbows on the table.
For foolish crying.
For unnecessary words in lesson-time.
For running up stairs in wet shoes.
For leaving things about.
Each of these bits of misbehaviour caused the forfeit of a farthing out of the weekly allowance. Susan looked very gloomy over them; but Hal exclaimed, Never mind, Susie; well do it all without you, never fear!
And now, said Sam, I vote we have some fun in the garden.
Some readers may be disposed to doubt, after this specimen, whether the young Merrifields could be really young ladies and gentlemen; but indeed their birth might make them so; for there had been Squire Merrifields at Stokesley as long as Stokesley had been a parish, and those qualities of honour and good breeding that mark the gentleman had not been wanting to the elder members of the family. The father of these children was a captain in the navy, and till within the last six years the children had lived near Plymouth; but when he inherited the estate they came thither, and David and the two little ones had been born at Stokesley. The property was not large; and as Captain Merrifield was far from rich, it took much management to give all this tribe of boys and girls a good education, as well as plenty of bread and butter, mutton, and apple-pudding. There was very little money left to be spent upon ornament, or upon pleasuring; so they were brought up to the most homely dress suited to their station, and were left entirely to the country enjoyments that spring up of themselves. Company was seldom seen, for Papa and Mamma had little time or means for visiting; and a few morning calls and a little dining out was all they did; which tended to make the young ones more shy and homely, more free and rude, more inclined to love their own ways and despise those of other people, than if they had seen more of the world. They were a happy, healthy set of children, not faulty in essentials, but, it must be confessed, a little wild, rough and uncivil, in spite of the code of fines.
CHAPTER II
Mrs. Merrifield had taught her children herself, till Samuel and Henry began going to the Curate for a couple of hours every day, to be prepared for school. Lessons were always rather a scramble; so many people coming to speak to her, and so many interruptions from the nursery; and then came a time when Mamma always was tired, and Papa used to come out and scold if the noises grew very loud indeed, and was vexed if the children gave Mamma any trouble of any kind. Next they were told they were to have a governessa sort of piece of finery which the little savages had always despisedand thereupon came Miss Fosbrook; but before she had been a week in the house Mamma was quite ill and in her bed-room, and Papa looked graver than he had ever done before; and Mr. Braddon, the doctor, came very often: and at last Susan was called into Mammas room, and it was explained to her that Mamma was thought so ill, that she must go to be under a London doctor, and would be away, she could not tell how long; so that meantime the children must all be left to Miss Fosbrook, with many many injunctions to be good and obedient, for hearing that they were going on well would be poor Mammas only comfort.
It was three days since Captain and Mrs. Merrifield had gone; and Miss Fosbrook stood at the window, gazing at the bright young green of the horse-chestnut trees, and thinking many various thoughts in the lull that the children had left when they rushed out of doors.
She thought herself quite alone, and stood, sometimes smiling over the odd ways of her charges, and at what they put her in mind of, sometimes gravely thinking whether she had said or done the wisest things for them, or what their mother would have most approved. She was just going to move away from the window, when she saw a little figure curled up on the floor, with her head on the window-seat. Bessie, my dear, what are you doing here? Why are not you gone out?
I dont want to go out.
I thought they were to have a great game at whoop-hide.
I dont like whoop-hide. Johnnie pulls the clothes off my back.
My dear, I hope you are not staying in because they called you those foolish names. It was all in good humour.
It was not kind, said Elizabeth, her throat swelling. It was not true.
Perhaps not; but you did not speak to give your reasons; and who could tell how good they might be?
Ive a right to my secrets as well as they have, said the little maiden.
Miss Fosbrook looked kindly at her, and she turned wistful eyes on the young governess.
Miss Fosbrook, will you keep a secret?
That I will.
I want my money to buy some card-boardand some ribbonand some real true paints. Ive got some vermilion, but I want some real good blue. And then I want to make some beautiful bands with tieslike what Papa has for his lettersfor all Mammas letters in her desk. Theres a bundle of Papas when he was gone out to the Crimean War, and thats to have a frigate on it, because of the Calliopehis ship, you know; and theres one bundle of dear Aunt Sarahsthats to have a rose, because I always think her memory is like the rose in my hymn, you know; and Grandmamma, shes to haveI think perhaps I could copy a bit of the tower of Westminster Abbey out of the print, because one sees it out of her window; and, oh! I thought of so many more, but you see I cant do it without a real good paint-box, and that costs three and sixpence. Now, Miss Fosbrook, is it stingy to wish to do that?
Not at all, my dear; but you could not expect the others to understand what they never were told.
Id have said something if they had not called me stingy, said Bessie.
It certainly was rude and hasty; but if we bear such things good-naturedly, they become better; and they were very eager about their own plan.
Such a disagreeable thing as a pig! continued Bessie. If it had been anything nice, I should not have minded so much.
Yes; but, my dear, you must remember that the pig will be a more useful present than even your pretty contrivances. You cannot call them doing good, as the other will be.
Then you are like them! You think I ought to spend all my money on a great horrid pig, when Mamma and the tears were in the little girls eyes.
No, indeed, my dear. I dont think anyone is called on to give their all, and it is very nice and quite right for a little girl to try to make a pretty present to please her mamma. There is plenty of time before you, and I think you will manage to have some share in the very kind action your brothers and sisters are contriving.
Elizabeth had not forgiven, as she should have done, the being called stingy; it rankled on her feelings far more than those who said the word understood; and she presently went on, If they knew ever so much, they would only laugh at me, and call it all Bessies nonsense. Miss Fosbrook, please, what is affectation?
I believe it is pretending to seem what we are not by nature, said Miss Fosbrook; putting on manners or feelings that do not come to us of themselves.
Then I shall tell them they make me affected, exclaimed she. If I like to be quiet and do things prettily, they teaze me for being affected, and Im forced to be as plain and blunt as their are, and I dont like it! I wish I was grown up. I wish I was Ida Greville!
And why, my dear?
Because then things might be pretty, said Elizabeth. Everything is so plain and ugly, and one gets so tired of it! Is it silly to like things to be pretty?
No, far from it; that is, if we do not sacrifice better things to prettiness.
Elizabeth looked up with a light in her dark eyes, and said, Miss Fosbrook, I like you!
Miss Fosbrook was very much pleased, and kissed her.
She paused a moment, and then said, Miss Fosbrook, may I ask one question? What is your name? Mamma said it must be Charlotte, because you signed your letter Ch. A. Fosbrook, but your little sisters letter that you showed us began My dear Bell. If it is a secret, indeed I will keep it.
It is no secret at all, said Miss Fosbrook, laughing. My name is Christabel Angela.
Elizabeth opened her eyes, and said it by syllables. Christabel Angela! thats a prettier name than Ida. Does it make you very glad to have it?
I like it for some reasons, said Miss Fosbrook, smiling.
Oh, tell me! cried Bessie. Mamma always says we should not be a bit happier if our names were pretty ones; but I dont know, I feel as if one would; only the others like to make things plainer and uglier than they are.
I never could call your name ugly; it is such a dignified, old, respectable name.
Yes; but they call me Betty!
And they call me Bell, and sometimes Jelly-bag and Currant-jelly, said Miss Fosbrook, laughing and sighing, for she would have liked to have heard those funny names again.
Then it is no good to you! exclaimed Elizabeth.
I dont know that we talk of good in such a matter. I like my name because of the reason it was given to me.
Oh, why? eagerly asked the little girl.
When I was born, my papa was a very young man, and he was very fond of reading poetry.
Why, I thought your papa was a doctor.
Well!
I thought only ladies, and poets, and idle silly people, cared for poetry.
They can hardly be silly if they care rightly for real poetry, Bessie, said Miss Fosbrook; at least, so my papa would say. It has been one of his great helps. Well, in those days he was very fond of a poem about a lady called Christabel, who was so good and sweet, that when evil came near, it could not touch her so as to do her any harm; and so he gave his little daughter her name.
How very nice! cried Elizabeth.
You must not envy me, my dear, for I have been a good deal laughed at for my pretty name, and so has Papa; and I do not think he would have chosen anything so fanciful if he had been a little older.
Then isnt hewhat is it you call itpoetical now?
Indeed he is, in a good way; and as the earnest eyes looked so warmly at her, Christabel Fosbrook could not help making a friend of the little maiden. He has very little time to read it; for you know he is a parish surgeon in a great parish in London, full of poor people, worse off than you can imagine, and often very ill. He is obliged to be always hard at work in the narrow close streets there, and to see everything sad, and dismal, and disagreeable, that can be found; but, do you know, Bessie, he always looks for the good and beautiful side; he looks at one persons patience, and another persons kindness, and at some little childs love for its mother or sister, that hinders it from being too painful for him.