“_HAPPY DELIGHTS._”
“Woof! woof! woof! woof!”
Was it possible Flossie knew who was in that pretty room where Maggie
and Bessie had been snugly tucked away last night? Certain it is that
these sounds, accompanied by a violent scratching at the door, as if he
were in a great hurry to have it opened, awakened our little sisters in
the morning.
“Why!” said Maggie, in great surprise, “if that don’t sound like--why,
Janie!” as her eyes fell upon the smiling face of Jane, looking at her
over the foot-board of her bed.
“Why, Janie!” repeated Bessie in her turn. “Who is barking?” she added,
as a fresh burst of scratching, and “woof, woof”-ing, came from the
door.
“Shall I open it and see?” asked Jane; and she opened the door, when
in rushed Flossie, who, jumping on the bed, went into an ecstasy of
delight and welcome that fell little short of speaking. He wriggled
and twisted and barked, and nearly wagged his tail off, and behaved
altogether as if he were half frantic. His little mistresses almost
smothered him; but he did not object, and put his cold nose in their
faces, and wagged and wriggled harder than ever. Never was such a
delighted little dog.
Before the children had time to ask any questions, Frankie came running
in, exclaiming,--
“Hi! Maddie and Bessie. Flossie and me and Janie found you. All the
peoples is downstairs to brekwis.”
Maggie was dismayed. All the people down to breakfast! and she had
meant to be awake with the first streak of daylight. Frankie had to be
squeezed and kissed of course; and then Jane and nurse were begged to
wash and dress them as fast as possible.
“Why, what’s that noise?” asked Bessie while nurse was busy with her.
“It sounds just like the sea.”
“The wind is high this morning,” said nurse, who had had her orders.
“How much it sounds like my dear sea,” said Bessie, unsuspectingly, as
she glanced up at the window and saw the branches of the trees waving
about in what was, as Mammy said, rather a high wind. “Can’t we have
the window open, so we could hear it plainer? I could most think it was
the sea.”
“It’s cool this morning. Wait for open windows till you’re dressed and
downstairs,” said nurse.
Bessie said no more; but she kept turning her head and listening to the
sound, which seemed to her to be distinct from that of the wind, and
which sounded so very much like her beloved sea.
Meanwhile, Maggie was quite taken up with asking questions; hearing
how grandmamma, Aunt Annie, the boys, Jane, and Flossie, had come to
Newport by last night’s boat, reaching there early in the morning,
before she had been roused from that ridiculously long sleep. Nothing
less than having the whole family beneath their hospitable roof, would
satisfy Colonel and Mrs. Rush; and they had contrived to carry their
point.
Maggie’s “heaps of happiness” were rising higher and higher. When they
were ready, Jane took them downstairs; but she led them by a back
corridor, and seemed to take pains to keep them away from windows and
doors which opened upon the outside of the house. Certainly she and
nurse acted in a rather strange and “mysterious” manner that morning.
But at last she had them safely at the door of the breakfast room,
where she left them.
The whole party were still seated round the table, though the meal was
about over when they entered; and they were going from one to another,
offering kisses, smiles, and welcomes, when Bessie’s eyes fell through
the open sash of a large bow-window, drawn there by that same sound she
had heard upstairs.
For an instant she stood speechless with astonishment and delight;
then, stretching out her hands towards the window, with her whole face
lighting up, she cried,--
“It is, it is, it is the very, very sea! my own true sea!”
Yes: there it was, the “true sea,” as she called it, or more properly
the seashore she loved so much. Her friends watched her for a moment
with smiling interest. They had expected to see her so pleased; and,
wishing to be present when she first beheld it, Mrs. Rush had so
arranged that she and Maggie should be on the other side of the house
on the first morning, and nurse and Jane had been told to keep them as
much as possible from the sight and sound of the sea.
The Colonel rose, and, taking her hand, led her out upon the broad
piazza, where she might see the whole extent of land and water which
the magnificent view afforded.
The house stood on very high ground, overlooking a cliff in front,
which fell sheer down to the water. To the left, was a broad, sweeping
curve of beach, on which the waves were breaking; the long white
rollers, with their curling tops, following one another in grand
procession, and making beautiful and solemn music as their march was
ended. Away to the right lay a wilder, but hardly a grander, scene.
Here were great, rugged rocks, among and over which dashed and foamed
the waves, whose course they barred. Some were hidden beneath the
surface of the water, and the feathery foam which boiled and bubbled
over their jagged faces, alone told where they lay. Beyond, and far
away, stretched the boundless ocean, the sea Bessie so loved; the white
crests of its waves flashing and sparkling in the glorious sunshine of
that bright morning; the blue and cloudless sky, overhead. And the hymn
which the grand old king was sounding in Bessie’s ear, was still that
she had so loved two summers ago, the chant of praise which bids all
who can hear, “remember our Father who made it.”
She stood holding the Colonel’s hand, gazing and listening, as though
eye and ear could not take their fill; breakfast was unheeded, and it
was not till grandmamma reproachfully asked if she was to be forgotten
for the sea, that Bessie could be persuaded to turn away.
Maggie, too, was delighted to be once more at the seashore; but she
had not the longing for it that Bessie had, and all places were about
equally pleasant to her, provided she had those she loved with her.
But now May Bessie was brought, and even the sea was for the time
forgotten in the pleasure of seeing her and noticing how much she had
grown and improved. When a little life is counted by months, two of
these make a great difference, and it was as long as that since Maggie
and Bessie had seen Mrs. Rush’s baby. She was a sweet, bright, little
thing; and it might have been thought that she had seen the children
every day, so speedily did she make friends with them. Indeed, Bessie
was sure the baby recognized them, and intended to show she was glad to
see them; and no one cared to disturb this belief, in which she took
great satisfaction. It was funny to see the patronizing airs which
little Annie put on towards the younger baby, and the care which she
showed for her. She called her “Dolly,” and seemed to think it hard and
strange that she was not allowed to pull and carry her about as she
would have done a real doll. Aunt Patty, who had taken a great fancy to
Mrs. Rush, had made several toys and pretty things for her baby’s use,
and among them was a worsted doll, in all respects like the lost Peter
Bartholomew.
May Bessie had not the same objections to this gentleman that little
Annie had to hers, but opened great eyes, and cooed and crowed at him;
and altogether showed more pleasure in him than in any other plaything
she possessed. Not so Annie, when he was introduced to her.
“See here, baby. Who is this?” said Mrs. Bradford, wishing to see if
she would recognize it, and she held up the doll before the eyes of her
by no means gratified baby daughter.
The pet drew up her rose-bud of a mouth into the most comical
expression of astonishment and disgust at the sight of the old object
of her dislike; for, as was quite natural, she took it to be the very
same Peter Bartholomew. Then, taking him from her mother’s hand, she
gravely marched with him to the hearth-rug, and, tucking him beneath
it, sat down upon it, saying, “Tit on Peter,” in a tone of triumph,
as though she thought she had now altogether extinguished the unlucky
offender. Great was her indignation when, later in the day, she was
brought in from her drive, and found Peter Bartholomew No. 2 had
reappeared. Finding the hearth-rug was not a safe hiding-place, she
was from this time constantly contriving ways and means for putting
him out of sight; but only to find that he as constantly turned up
again. In vain did she throw him out of windows, and behind doors; poke
him through the banisters, and let him fall in the hall below: tuck
him behind sofa-cushions, and squeeze him into the smallest possible
corners, with all manner of things piled on top of him: he still proved
a source of trouble to her. The other children found great amusement in
this, and in pretending to hunt for Peter, while they knew very well
where he was.
But on the third day they really hunted in vain. Peter Bartholomew the
second seemed to be as thoroughly “all don,” as his namesake who had
been left on the far-away Southern railroad; and the nurses joined in
the search with no better success. Annie seemed to have accomplished
her object this time; and the little one herself could not be persuaded
to say where she had put him. Her mother tried to make her tell; but
the child seemed really to have forgotten, and the matter was allowed
to rest.
However, Peter came to light at last, to light very nearly in earnest.
In Mrs. Rush’s nursery was a large, open fireplace, where wood was
always laid ready for lighting when a fire should be needed for the
baby. One cool morning, about a week after Peter’s disappearance, May
Bessie’s nurse lit the fire, when Annie, who sat upon Mammy’s knee,
suddenly exclaimed, as the smoke began to curl up the chimney,--
“Oh, dear, dear! Peter ’moke.”
“You monkey,” said nurse, “I believe you’ve put him behind the wood;”
and the two nurses hastened to scatter the fire, when, sure enough,
Peter Bartholomew was drawn forth, slightly scorched and smelling
somewhat of “’moke,” but otherwise unhurt. Annie took it hard, however,
and was so grieved at his reappearance that Mrs. Rush, who was in the
nursery, said he had better be put away while she stayed. Probably the
lighting of the fire recalled to baby’s mind where she had put the
lost Peter.
But we must go back to the first morning of their stay at Newport. The
ladies were all rather tired with their journey and were disposed to
rest; but the children, refreshed by a good night’s sleep, were quite
ready to start out with the gentlemen for a ramble on the beach.
“Do you like this as well as Quam Beach?” asked the Colonel of Bessie,
as she sat beside him on a rock, with his arm drawn close about her, as
in the old days of two summers since: those days when she had come, a
little Heaven-sent messenger, across his path, to guide his wandering
feet into the road which leads to Eternal Life. Was it any wonder that,
thinking of this, he looked down with a very tender love on the dear
little one, over whose work the angels of Heaven had rejoiced?
They had both sat silent for some time, the rest of the party having
wandered to a short distance, when the Colonel asked this question,--
“Do you like this as well as Quam Beach, Bessie?”
“Oh, yes, sir! better,” said Bessie. “I never _did_ see such a lovely,
lovely place as this, or feel such nice air. It’s the best place we
went to in all our travels; and then we have you and most all the
people we love here. I am so very contented.”
She looked so indeed, as she sat smiling and happy, looking out over
the sapphire blue waters, and watching the white-capped waves which
broke almost at her feet.
“Yes,” said the Colonel, smiling. “I thought it would add to your
contentment to have all your people here to meet you, if I could bring
it about.”
“Yes,” said Maggie, who came dancing up in time to hear these last
words. “It was so very considerate of you and Aunt May. Oh! this is
the very happiest world I ever lived in. I wish, I _wish_, I could live
a thousand years in it.”
“But Maggie,” said Bessie, “then you’d be so very long away from
heaven.”
“Well, yes,” said Maggie; “but then I’d hope to go to heaven after the
thousand years, and I’d try to be very good all the time.”
“But long before the thousand years were past, all whom you love
would have gone away to that still happier home our Lord has prepared
for us,” said the Colonel, “and then you would be lonely and wish to
follow, would you not, Maggie?”
“Yes,” answered Maggie, a shade of thoughtfulness coming over her sunny
face. “I’m sure I would if all my dear friends went to heaven, and
maybe some of them wouldn’t want to live a thousand years.”
“And it’s so hard always to be good,” said Bessie, “and sometimes even
_we_ have troubles, and are sick, even though we are so happy ’most all
the time.”
“Yes,” said Maggie, “so we do. I’m not sick much ’cept when I have the
earache: but maybe I’d be lame and deaf and blind and hump-backed, and
all kind of things, before I was a thousand years old; and that would
be horrid. I wouldn’t like to have a great many troubles either; so I
guess it’s better it is fixed for me just as God chooses.”
“We may be sure of that, dear,” said the Colonel. “God knows what is
best for us, and rules our lives for our good and His glory.”
“I’m not sure I mind so very much about the being naughty now and
then,” said Maggie. “I know I ought to, but I’m afraid I don’t. I
s’pose when I have so much to make me happy I ought to be full of
remorse all the time for ever being naughty, but somehow I can’t be.
And I do have afflictions sometimes. Oh!” she added, as the thought of
her last severe trouble came over her, “we forgot to give Uncle Horace
the things we prepared for him. You see, Uncle Horace, one day I found
such a very nice proverb, ‘though lost to sight to memory dear;’ and
Bessie and I thought we would like to practise it on you; so I finished
up that poem I began, and Bessie drew a picture for you, and here is
the poem,” and Maggie drew from her pocket the poem, nicely finished
and copied out.
“Thank you very much, dear,” said the Colonel. “I am very much pleased;
but I thought that the poem was lost, or that you had been robbed of
it.”
“Papa got it back for me,” said Maggie.
“Yes,” said Bessie; “and I was with papa when he asked Mr. Temple for
it; and I was sorry for Mr. Temple, even though he did tease you so,
Maggie.”
“Why, papa didn’t scold him, did he?” asked Maggie.
“No,” answered Bessie; “he only said, ‘Mr. Temple, may I trouble you
for that paper belonging to my little girl;’ but he _mannered_ him, and
I wouldn’t like papa to have such a manner to me, and Mr. Temple looked
ashamed. He is a very unpleasant gentleman; but I was sorry for him.”
“But where is the picture?” asked Colonel Rush.
“Here,” said Bessie, and in her turn she produced a paper from her
pocket and unfolded it before the Colonel’s eyes. “It is Adam and Eve
in the garden of Eden,” she went on to say: “here they are, and there
is the tree with the serpent on it, and there is another with birds and
squir’ls on it. The squir’ls are eating nuts, and the birds are pecking
peaches, and they are having a nice time.”
“This is very interesting,” said the Colonel, not thinking it necessary
to tell her that peaches and nuts did not usually grow on the same
tree; “and what is this in the corner, Bessie?”
“That is the bower they made for a home to live in,” said Bessie; “and
there is Adam’s wheelbarrow and Eve’s watering-pot. I s’pose she helped
Adam take care of the garden: don’t you, sir?”
“And this?” asked the Colonel, pointing to another object which he had
vainly been endeavoring to make out. “It is a pigeon house, I think.”
“Oh, no, sir!” said Bessie, rather mortified. “It is a flag, the flag
of England. I was going to put the ’merican flag: but I thought it
would be more a compliment to you to put your own country’s; and so
I did. There’s the lion;” and she pointed out something which looked
rather more like a spider than a lion; feeling the while, poor little
soul, rather hurt that her compliment had not been appreciated without
explanation.
Now Maggie had had her doubts as to whether a flag was altogether a
suitable ornament for the garden of Eden, but she had not chosen to
say so to Bessie, who had taken great pains with her picture; and she
watched the Colonel’s face closely to see if she could find any sign of
amusement or surprise.
Not the slightest. He sat gravely smoothing down his moustache, as
Bessie explained the picture to him, not a smile disturbing the lines
of his face, not a twinkle breaking into those black eyes, looking only
interested and pleased; and Maggie dismissed her fears and satisfied
herself that the flag was not at all out of place.
“This is a compliment, indeed,” said the Colonel with the utmost
gravity. “You were very, very kind to think of it, Bessie; and Adam and
Eve were, as Maggie says, extremely considerate to allow the flag of my
country to be planted in the garden of Eden. I must show this to Aunt
May, and shall certainly keep it for May Bessie when she is old enough
to understand it. But see, who is coming here?”
The children followed the direction of his eye. Two figures were coming
down the beach,--a tall one, and a little one. Was it possible? Yes;
it really was Mr. Powers and Belle, dear little Belle, whom Bessie had
been longing to see.
A shriek from Maggie, who went tumbling over a rock in her haste to
reach them, but picked herself up and rushed on, regardless of grazed
knees and elbows; an exclamation, less noisy, but quite as full of
pleasure, from Bessie,--and the three little friends had met again.
There was Frankie too, who had been carting sea-weed, but had dropped
spade and wagon-tongue at sight of Belle, of whom he was very fond; and
then there was such a hugging and kissing, such an interlacing of heads
and arms and feet, that it would have been difficult to tell to which
little person each set belonged. Belle did not object to the smothering
she received; on the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it, and Frankie soon
relieved her from his share, saying in a tone of great importance,--
“I have bis-er-ness to ’tend to,” and marched off to his sea-weed.
“I shall call Newport the ‘Country of Happy Delights’ when I write
about it in the ‘Complete Family,’” said Maggie. “I never _did_ see
such a place. Did you happen here, Belle, or did you know you were
coming?”
“We happened,” said Belle, “least Daphne and I did; but I think papa
knew we were coming when he brought us.”
“That was just the way with us,” said Bessie: “all the big people knew
we were coming; but Maggie and I were so glad and surprised. How long
have you been here, Belle?”
“Oh! about half a year,” said Belle.
“Why, no,” said Maggie; “for it’s only a month since we left you in New
York.”
“Is it?” said Belle. “Well, we came last Friday; and then papa brought
me here to see Aunt May. We live in the hotel; but Aunt May says I must
come over every day and play with you. It was so lonesome wifout you,”
and Belle put an arm about the neck of each of her little playmates,
looking from one to the other with loving, satisfied eyes. “You see,
Bessie, I grew to love you and Maggie so much, I can’t very well stay
away from you; and so I wasn’t very patient till you came.”
“Did you know we were coming?” asked Maggie.
“Yes, Aunt May told me I was so homesick for you; and papa said he
brought me here so I could see you sooner. Wasn’t it good of him?”
“Yes,” said Maggie. “Now let’s go and have a good play. Aunt May gave
us pails and spades to play in the sand with, Belle, and I will lend
you mine.”
But there proved to be no need of this; for Belle had been furnished
with a spade and pail of her own, and Daphne now appeared with them; so
the little girls joined Frankie.
“What are you doing, Frankie?” asked Belle.
“Helpin’ Dod,” said Frankie.
“Why, Frankie!” said Bessie, rather shocked: “it’s not respectful for
you to say you’re helping God. He can do every thing Himself, without
any one to help Him.”
“Well,” said Frankie, taking up another spadeful of sea-weed and
tossing it into his wagon, “maybe so; but I dess He has too much
trouble to make so much waves, and keep pushing dis sea-weed up all de
time; so I jest putting it a little way farder for Him,” and away he
went with another wagon-load of sea-weed, which he was carting higher
up the beach.
The three little girls did not know whether to laugh or not; but,
presently, Maggie said,--
“I guess we need not be shocked at him. He thinks he’s doing something
right, and we won’t disturb his mind about it. He’s such a funny child.”
He was a droll fellow, to be sure, that Frankie; always making odd
speeches; and like Maggie in one thing, that one never knew which way
his ideas would turn. Like Maggie, also, he would never allow that he
could not reply to any question which might be put to him; but, if
he had not the right answer, would contrive one which would fit the
occasion more or less well.
He now came running up to his father, who, with the other gentlemen,
had joined Colonel Rush, and exclaimed eagerly,--
“Papa, papa, tome quit. I taught a nassy lobster; let’s tate him to the
house and eat him.”
This was not a very inviting proposal, certainly; but the little boy
was so anxious that some one should see his “nassy lobster,” that Mr.
Bradford and Mr. Stanton went with him; the little girls also running
to see.
The “nassy lobster” proved to be one of those ugly shell-fish called
horseshoes, which had been left there by the tide, and which Frankie
had contrived to turn over on its back. He was rather disgusted with
his prize, however, now that he had captured it; and, in spite of his
request that it should be taken home and cooked, looked very scornfully
at it, and pronounced it “degusting as any sing.”
Talking of cooking his fish had put him in mind that he was hungry,
after his play in the fresh sea-air; and now, coming back and standing
at his father’s knee, he said rather plaintively,--
“I wish Jesus was here.”
“Why, Frankie?” asked Mr. Bradford.
“’Tause He would dive me some fish and bread lite He did all those many
people,” replied Frankie, who had lately heard the story of Christ
feeding the multitude with the five loaves and two fishes. He was very
fond of Bible stories, this little boy, and liked to apply them to
himself and those about him.
“Tell me about that, Frankie, while Daphne goes to the house for some
biscuits for you,” said the Colonel; and Frankie repeated in a droll,
but still sweet and simple way, the story of the grand miracle.
“But how was it that there was enough for so many people when there was
so little food, Frankie?” asked Mr. Powers, wishing to hear what the
child would say.
The little fellow looked thoughtful for a moment, and stood rubbing
up his hair with his hand; but he was not to be conquered even by
a question hard as this, and presently, seeing a way out of his
difficulty, his face lighted up as he exclaimed,--
“Betause our Lord did not dive ’em dood appetites. You ought to know
dat yousef, sir;” and, with this, he ran away to meet Daphne, whom he
saw coming with his wished-for biscuits.