CHAPTER III.

BOB'S FIRST VISIT TO HALDON HALL.

WHEN Bob Wills marched up to the front door of Haldon Hall on the

following Saturday, it was opened by Nellie and Rupert.

"We expected you before," the latter informed him. "Why didn't you come

directly after breakfast?"

"I wanted to," he responded truthfully, "but Aunt Mary wouldn't let me."

"Well, come and speak to mother—she's in the dining-room with Miss

Long."

The next minute Bob was shaking hands with Mrs. Coker, who greeted

him very kindly. And then he was introduced to Miss Long, after which

Rupert espied Lilian in the garden, and going to the open window called

to her:

"Come in, Lilian! Bob Wills is here!" he shouted. "No-wait! We'll come

to you," he added on second thoughts.

Bob regarded Lilian with mingled curiosity and sympathy when they

joined her in the garden. If he had not been told she was blind, he

would never have guessed the fact.

"I'm so glad you've come at last," she said, as she shook hands with

him. "What would you like to do?"

"We thought we'd take him round the gardens and stables this morning,"

Rupert interposed. "It seems as though it might rain later on."

The gardens were well worth seeing. Bob, who loved flowers, was

delighted; whilst Nellie and Rupert, who cared much less about them,

grew a little impatient, as their visitor lingered over a bed of autumn

violets.

"How sweet they are!" Bob cried, sniffing appreciatively.

Then, to his amazement, Lilian stooped over the bed, and gathered a

bunch which she presented to him.

"Oh, thank you," he said, "but how could you pick them when you cannot

see?"

"I can feel though," she replied, with a smile.

That was not the only time Lilian surprised him that day. She

appeared absolutely fearless, and when they visited the stables, even

climbed after the others up the steep ladder which led to the loft.

The children sat down on bundles of sweet-scented hay, and became

exceedingly confidential and sociable.

Bob recounted many of his school experiences, all of which, it must

be confessed, went to show that Master Robert Wills must have been

rather a troublesome pupil. And, not to be beaten, Rupert told how he

and Nellie had defied Miss Long on more than one occasion. Lilian grew

somewhat silent and grave as she listened; and at last Nellie said:

"Lilian thinks it's wrong to worry Miss Long—don't you, Lil?"

"Yes, I do," was the frank reply. "Mother and father expect us to obey

her, so of course we ought. And she's so kind! See how hard she's

working for the Christmas tree, and she knitted several rows to your

cuffs yesterday, to help you on, Nellie. You'll come to the Christmas

tree, won't you?" she asked, turning to Bob.

"Shall I be invited?" he inquired eagerly.

"Oh, yes! There'll be an entertainment in the village schoolroom, and

Mr. and Mrs. Wills will be certain to bring you. It's only five weeks

to Christmas; one doesn't realise it is so near because the weather is

so fine and mild."

After the mid-day meal, the visitor was taken all over the house.

Several hours passed in playing an entrancing game of hide-and-seek, in

which Lilian joined with as much zest as the rest. They had tea with

Miss Long in the schoolroom; and afterwards the boys went off together,

whilst the girls settled down quietly to their work for the Christmas

tree. As was natural, the conversation presently turned upon their

visitor.

"It is a pity he put on his best suit of clothes to-day," said Nellie

seriously, "because he got so dusty in the attics; but he said Mrs.

Wills would not let him wear his old things, although he told her how

much more comfortable he feels in them. Father says he may come and

play with us every Saturday if he likes, and he's coming. I do hope

he'll agree with Rupert," she added as an afterthought.

"Why should he not?" Miss Long inquired.

"They got nasty with each other more than once this afternoon," Lilian

said, "I noticed that. You know Rupert is rather selfish. He likes

hiding better than finding—we all do—and when it came to my turn to

hide, he wanted to take my place, and Bob wouldn't hear of it. I should

not have minded much, but Bob said we must play the game properly, and

Rupert grew quite angry with him."

"Well?" Miss Long questioned.

"Then Bob made fun of Rupert, and laughed at him. I thought they were

going to quarrel; but fortunately the tea-bell rang just then."

"Oh, dear!" sighed Nellie, "I shall never make these cuffs. My fingers

are so stiff and slow, and I keep on dropping stitches. I do wish you'd

finish them for me, you dear old Lil, and then I could have a doll to

dress instead."

"Very well," Lilian responded good-naturedly. "Miss Long, don't you

think Bob Wills seems more than eight years old?"

"Yes, he certainly does, perhaps because he has been to school. He

has an independent way with him which I remarked at once. Dear me,

something has happened!"

Well might the governess say so, for at that moment the schoolroom

door was flung violently open, and Rupert, holding a handkerchief

to one eye, entered, followed by his visitor, whose countenance was

exceedingly red.

"I hit him," Bob explained hastily, "and I'm afraid I've given him a

black eye. Yes," he continued, as Rupert removed the handkerchief from

his face, "I see I have. Oh, dear!"

"Was it an accident?" Miss Long inquired, as she examined her pupil's

injury.

"No, he did it on purpose," Rupert informed her, his voice quivering

with anger.

"Oh!" cried the little girls, whilst Bob hung his head guiltily.

"But why? What made him do it?" Miss Long questioned.

"We fell out," Bob commenced to explain, lifting his blue eyes to her

face. "He said he believed he could run faster than I could, and I said

he couldn't. So we had a race and I beat him, and then I laughed at

him for being so sure he'd win, and he got mad and pushed me against a

stone wall and hurt my hand; and then I hit him harder than I meant to.

I've told him I'm sorry, but he won't speak to me." And Bob regarded

Rupert in a somewhat disgusted manner.

"Look how his hand is scarred!" exclaimed Nellie, turning her attention

from Rupert to Bob. "Oh, do let me get some warm water and bathe it for

him!"

This she accordingly did, whilst Miss Long bathed Rupert's eye, which

was already beginning to discolour. Lilian slipped quietly away to

acquaint her parents with what had happened, and to beg them not to

blame one boy more than the other. Mr. and Mrs. Coker wisely decided to

treat the matter lightly and to have little to say about it; and when

Bob said good-bye to them a short while later, to his intense relief,

he found that his invitation for the following Saturday still held good.

It was Lilian who coaxed her brother into a better temper, and

prevailed upon him to shake hands with Bob and make friends.

"I'm really very sorry." Bob said, "but you know you hurt me first."

"You had no right to laugh at me," Rupert murmured ungraciously, "but

since you're sorry—"

"I'm not sorry I laughed at you," the other interrupted candidly, "I

should do the same again; but I'm sorry I've given you such a dreadful

black eye."

"Well, say no more about it," Lilian advised. "It's so stupid to fall

out about a trifling matter like this, and you were getting such good

friends, weren't you? You know, Rupert, you are always complaining that

you've only girls to play with; you'll be as badly off as ever if you

keep up a quarrel with Bob."

Rupert recognised the truth of his sister's words, so he threw off

his fit of sulks, and graciously requested Bob to come early on the

following Saturday.

Bob returned to the farm in high spirits, and enjoyed the sensation he

caused there, when, after having given a glowing description of his

day's pleasure, he brought his tale to a close by an account of how he

had given Rupert Coker a black eye.

"And yet you are invited there again next Saturday?" Mrs. Wills said

wonderingly.

"Yes," nodded Bob, "and I'm going earlier next time; and oh, Aunt Mary,

need I wear my best clothes?"

Mrs. Wills put on her spectacles and surveyed her nephew's dusty suit

of black in silence for a moment, then she replied that perhaps, all

things considered, his every-day clothes might do.

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