'IT'S A WONDERFUL IDEA, IDA'
I remember that I fell asleep very quickly that night. Of course, like
most children when they are well, I generally did. But that night it
would not have been very surprising if I had kept awake and even got
into a tossing-about, fidgety state, just from thinking about the
strange, sudden trouble and change that were coming into our lives.
On the contrary, I seemed to drop straight down into unconsciousness
almost as soon as my head touched the pillow, and I must have slept
several hours straight off without even dreaming, or at least dreaming
anything that I could remember. For when I awoke the dawn was creeping
in, and though I felt too lazy and comfortable to get up to look out, I
knew that sunrise could not be far off. It was that time of early
morning when one almost fancies that sun and moon stop a moment or two
to say a word to each other on their way, though of course I know
enough astronomy now to understand that those fancies _are_ only
fancies. And yet there is a kind of truth in them, for the sun and moon,
and the stars too, _have_ to do with all of us people living on this
earth; indeed, we owe everything to the sun; and so it is not altogether
fancy to think of him, great big kind thing that he is, as a wonderful
friend, and of the little gentle moon as taking his place, as it were,
when he is at work on the other side. And the curious, mingled sort of
light in the room, faint and dreamy, though clear too, made me think to
myself, 'The sun is saying, "How do you do?" and the moon, "Good-bye."'
But I soon shut my drowsy eyes again, though not to fall asleep again at
once. On the contrary, I grew awaker and awaker, as I began to feel that
my mind or memory or brain--I don't know which to call it--had something
to tell me.
What was it?
I seemed almost to be listening. And gradually it came to me--the
knowledge of the idea that had been working itself out during my sleep
from the thoughts that had been there jumbled up together the day
before. And when I got clear hold of what it was, I nearly called out,
I felt so struck and startled at first, just as if some one had said it
to me, though with astonishing quickness it spread itself out before me
as a really possible and even sensible plan, with nothing dreamy or
fanciful about it.
It was this.
'Why should not we all--mamma, that is to say, and we four children--why
should we not live altogether at the hut during the year, or more
perhaps, that papa would have to be away?'
It may seem to those who read this story--if ever there are readers of
it--a wild idea that had thus come to me. But 'the proof of the pudding
is in the eating,' as Hoskins is fond of saying. So please wait a little
before you judge.
And no sooner had the idea got into words than all the bits of it began
to place themselves in order like the pieces of a dissected puzzle-map,
or, still better, like the many-coloured skeins of silk in the pretty
fairy story where the touch of the wand made them all arrange
themselves. Still more--no sooner had the first vague thoughts settled
down than others came to join them, each finding its own corner in the
building that I began to see was not a castle in the air but a good
solid piece of work.
It would be so healthy and airy, and yet not damp; nor, with proper
care, need it be very cold, even in winter. It would be near enough to
Kirke for Geordie to go on with his lessons with Mr. Lloyd, and for us
to feel we had old friends close at hand, who would understand all about
us, and very likely be kinder than ever. It would be near enough to
home--dear Eastercove--indeed, it would be Eastercove--for us to take
lots of furniture and things from the house to furnish as much more as
was needed and to make it comfortable and even pretty, without emptying
Eastercove house at all. There was, as I have said, such a lot of
stored-away extra furniture and old carpets and curtains and blankets
and all sorts of things up in the great attic, and Hoskins kept them all
so nice and tidy, and without moths or mildew or horrible things like
that, that it was quite a pleasure to go up there sometimes. It was like
a very neat shop for second-hand things, which is more than can be said
for most box-rooms or lumber-rooms, I fancy.
And the moving these things would be no expense, and there would be no
travelling expenses for any of us, and--the last idea that came into my
head was the best of all. The old parish room! The iron room that Mr.
Lloyd had told papa about the afternoon before! They wanted to get rid
of it and would sell it for almost nothing. Even if 'almost nothing'
meant--I could not guess how much or how little--a few pounds,
perhaps--it would be far, far less than the rent of a house, however
small, and it would make into two or even three little rooms, easily.
Perhaps it would be enough just to divide it by screens or curtains,
perhaps----
Oh, the 'perhapses' that came crowding into my head when I had thought
of the old parish room! I could scarcely lie still another minute--I
felt in such a desperate hurry to tell Geordie of the wonderful thought
that had come to me. But it was still far from getting-up time; I knew
it would be very selfish and unkind to wake up poor old Dods in what
would seem to him the middle of the night, for he was a very sound
sleeper, and had hard enough work to get his eyes properly open by seven
o'clock.
[Illustration: NO--THERE WAS NOTHING FOR IT BUT TO LIE STILL.]
No--there was nothing for it but to lie still and be as patient as I
could. It would be interesting to watch the light growing stronger and
changing; it was already doing so in a curious way, as the cold, thin
moonshine gave place to the sun, even then warmer somehow in its tone
than the fullest moon-rays ever are.
'Yes,' I thought, 'they have met and passed each other by now, I should
think. I wonder--if----'
Strange to say, I cannot finish the sentence, for I don't know _what_ I
was going to wonder! In spite of all my eagerness and excitement I knew
nothing more, till--the usual summons, in Hoskins's voice--
'Miss Ida, my dear, it's the quarter-past. You were sleeping soundly--I
could scarcely find it in my heart to awake you. But it's Sunday
morning, and you know it doesn't do to be late--and a beautiful spring
morning too as ever was seen.'
I could scarcely believe my ears.
'Oh, Hoskins!' I exclaimed, 'I _am_ sleepy. I was awake a good bit quite
early, and I had no idea I had gone off again. I was _so_ awake,
thinking.'
The talking thoroughly roused me, and almost at once all the 'thinking'
came back to me, so that by the time I was dressed, even though Sunday
morning dressing needed a little more care and attention than every
day's, I had got it all clear and compact and ready, as it were, for
Geordie's cool inspection.
To my great satisfaction he had had a good fit that morning of getting
up promptly and being down the first after me, instead of, as often
happened, the last after everybody.
'Geordie,' I exclaimed, when I caught sight of him standing at the
dining-room window, staring out--or perhaps I should say' gazing,' for
staring is an ugly word, and the garden that morning was looking so
particularly pretty--'Geordie, I am just bursting to talk to you. Is it
any use beginning before papa and mamma come down, do you think?'
Geordie looked at the clock on the mantelpiece.
'Yes,' he said; 'we have five minutes, or ten perhaps. Is it anything
particular?'
'Of course it is,' I replied, 'or I wouldn't say I was bursting to tell
it you. And I think and hope it is something that will please you very
much. You are to listen well and not interrupt me and say "nonsense,"
before you have taken it into your mind and thought it over.'
I saw he already was looking interested, and I was glad of it. His face
had been so sad when he first turned at the sound of my voice, and I
well knew why. I can almost always understand Geordie and very often
guess what he is thinking of. He has such dear blue eyes, but they are
the kind that can look very melancholy sometimes. I do hope he will
have a happy life when he grows up--I am pretty sure he will deserve it.
Even now that he has been a good long while at school--big public
school, I mean--he is just the same to me as ever. When he comes home
for the holidays it seems as if he had never been away.
'I won't interrupt you--or say "nonsense," if I can help it,' he
answered, with a little fun in his voice and smile coming in his eyes.
Then I told him. I need not repeat all I said, as I have written a lot
of it already. But it must have been rather hard for Geordie not to
interrupt me. It all bubbled out so fast--all the splendid ideas and
good reasons and perhapses--one on the top of the other, so that if he
hadn't been pretty well accustomed to my ways he could scarcely have
understood. It was quite interesting and exciting, as I went on, to
watch the expression in his face--his cheeks grew pink, then crimson,
and his eyes brighter and brighter. I soon saw I was not going to be
snubbed.
But real want of breath, and then the sound of mamma's skirts coming
across the hall with a pretty soft rustle--I don't think any one else's
skirts move so nicely; they seem to match her, not like that noisy
flustering that is like saying, 'Here I am; I expect to be attended
to'--made me stop at last. There was only time for George to whisper--
'It's a wonderful idea, Ida. I'll think a lot and then we'll talk about
it, by ourselves, first, of course.'
'We mustn't think about it in church,' I replied in the same tone; 'we
must _try_, I suppose, Dods, not to think of it in church--part of the
time, at least. I don't see that it would matter so much during the
first lesson, and _perhaps_ one of the psalms, if they are very long
ones.'
'No--o, perhaps not,' he said, and then we both ran forward to kiss
mamma.
She looked at us, and I saw her face brighten when she saw that ours
were not very sad or dull. I think she had been afraid that in his wish
to help _her_, papa had put too much of the burden on us two,
considering how young we were then.
'My darlings!' she said, in a rather low voice, 'my own brave boy and
girl,' and I am almost sure the tears came into her eyes. But the smiles
came too.
'What a lovely day it is going to be!' she went on, as she glanced out
of the window. 'I am so glad. We must put cares aside as much as we can
and try to be happy and hopeful.'
'Yes, dear mamma,' I answered cheerfully, and with all the delightful
exciting ideas in my head, it was quite easy to be bright, as you can
understand, 'yes, we _are_ going to have a nice day. Geordie and I'--I
glanced at him; he had not exactly said so, but I knew he would not
mind,--'Geordie and I want to go down to the hut very soon after
luncheon, if you say we may, to get it all ready for you and papa and
the little ones, to come to tea.'
'All right,' said mamma, though I saw a tiny shadow cross her face as I
spoke, and I knew she was thinking to herself that very likely it would
be our last Sunday afternoon tea-party for a very long time, perhaps for
ever, as far as the hut was concerned! But these solemn kinds of
'perhapses' are always in our lives, and if we were always thinking of
them, it would be more than our minds and hearts could bear. We should
not _forget_ them, but I am sure we are not meant to be gloomy about
them. Still, at the best, even if my grand plan was carried out, there
was plenty to be sad about, I knew. Poor papa's going so far away, first
and worst of all, and worst of course for mamma, for though we loved him
dearly, she must love him, I suppose, still more.
He came into the room just as these thoughts were flying about my
brain. I thought he looked more tired and troubled than mamma--men are
not so patient and not always so good at hiding their feelings as _some_
women. At least _I_ think so!
We two, however, were really feeling cheerful, and I think our
brightness made it easier for mamma to be, at least, less sad than she
would otherwise have been. And I said to myself--
'Papa will cheer up too _if_ he likes our idea, and I really can't see
why he should not like it.'
So breakfast got on pretty well on the whole, and as soon as it was
over, Dods and I went off for a talk. How we did talk! But first of
all--that was so like Dods--he pulled out his watch and looked what
o'clock it was.
'It's just half-past nine, Ida,' he said, 'and we must be quite ready by
half-past ten. So let's talk till ten, no longer; it always takes you
twenty minutes or half an hour to get dressed for church, and you know
it vexes papa to be kept waiting. And to-day it's really very important
not to vex him at all, if anything is to come of our plan.'
'Very well,' I said; 'I promise to go in at ten.'
Then we went to one of our favourite garden seats and set to work at our
idea. It grew and grew; we kept thinking of new bits to it, each saying
something which made the other think of something else, till by ten
o'clock we began to feel as if it were all quite settled--'cut and dry.'
The very last thing I called out to Geordie as we ran in was about a
certain old breakfast set of china we had espied in one of our visits to
the garret.
'Yes,' I was saying, 'those willow pattern cups and things would do
beautifully. It wouldn't matter their being odd, for then mamma wouldn't
mind if some got broken. And very likely, Doddie, things _will_ get
broken, more than----'
'What are you talking about, my dear child?' said mamma's voice, and,
looking round, I saw that she was just coming out of the drawing-room on
her way upstairs to get ready for church. 'You don't mean to say that
your tea-things at the hut are all broken?'
'Oh no, no, mamma dear,' I replied in a great hurry, and feeling myself
grow red, though I don't think she noticed it; 'they are all right--none
broken, and only one saucer chipped. But--I was only saying--we _might_
need more some time.'
'Ah, well!' said mamma, with a little sigh, 'not at present, at any
rate.'
And oh how I wished I could tell her of the plan at once! But of course
it was best to wait a little.
I shall never forget that morning at church, and how _awfully_ difficult
it was to give my attention. I found myself counting up the things we
should need to make the hut comfortable, even while my voice was saying
the responses quite correctly, and any one noticing me would very likely
have thought I was being quite good and listening rightly. Dods, whom I
glanced at now and then, was looking very grave but not unhappy. I felt
sure he was being much better than I--I mean about listening to what he
heard and thinking of the words he said--though afterwards he told me
that he too had found it difficult.
'What was most bothering me,' he said, 'was about the new rooms--the old
parish room, I mean. What do you think, Ida--should it be made into a
dining-room and drawing-room, or----'
'Oh no,' I interrupted, 'certainly not. The two front ones looking to
the sea must decidedly be the sitting-rooms--the one to the left of the
porch, in front of the kitchen, must be the dining-room, and the big
dressing-room, the one we have always meant to be a real bedroom, must
be the drawing-room. It is quite a nice, large room, and behind it, the
'messy' room must be _yours_, Dods, which leaves the parish room to be
divided for mamma and Esme and me. Denzil can be with you--there's
plenty of room.'
'But,' said Geordie, 'you're forgetting the servants?'
My face fell at this--I should have said that this conversation was on
our way down to the hut that afternoon. We could not talk much before
then, as we drove back from church with the others, but we set off as
soon as we could after we had had dinner.
'Yes,' I said, 'I was forgetting them altogether, and what's more,
Geordie, I haven't the least idea who they are to be, or how many we
should have.'
'We must let mamma settle that of course,' he replied. 'Hoskins will be
one, anyway. Still--it's a pity we can't propose some place for them,
Ida. It makes the whole plan seem rather unfinished and--childish.'
'Like the man who built a house for himself and when it was all finished
found he had forgotten a staircase!' I said, half laughing, but feeling
rather mortified all the same.
George did not at once reply. He was thinking. We were close to the hut
by this time, and he did not say anything till we had unlocked the door
and put down our packages and looked round us.
Everything was just exactly as we had left it the evening before, but
somehow everything seemed different!
The truth was, I suppose, that we were looking at it all through
different spectacles--yesterday it was only a kind of summer-house or
play-room--to-day it was a possible _home_. In some ways I felt as if I
had never liked it as much; in others I began to be almost frightened at
the ideas I was so full of! But as often happened with us, George's
cool, common sense put me right.
'Yes,' he said, after he had strolled into the other rooms and stared at
them well as if he had never seen them before,--'yes, I don't see why it
shouldn't do. And, about the servants, Ida. Of course papa and mamma
must _settle_ everything; but if they do take it up seriously and papa
buys the iron room, I rather think it's a good deal larger than we have
been counting it. I believe it would divide into three quite well. There
might be a partitioned-off little room for me, and a large curtain might
do to separate mamma from you and Esme?'
'Yes,' I said, my spirits rising again, 'and that would leave the back
room for Hoskins and whomever else we have--_I_ should like
Margery--wouldn't you, Dods? She is such a good-natured, sturdy little
thing. And----'
'We'd better not try to settle too much,' said sensible Geordie. 'And
you must talk quietly, Ida, so as to show we have really thought of it
not in a--oh, a babyish way, you know.'
I felt a little ruffled at this.
'You'd better tell them all about it yourself, then,' I said; '_I_ don't
want any of the honour and glory of it, and if there is any fear of
their thinking us silly babies, why, then, we had better give up the
whole idea.'
'Nonsense, Ida,' said Geordie. 'It was you who first thought of it, and
I think you deserve a lot of credit for it. And I expect you'll get it
too. I only want papa and mamma--papa especially--to hear of it at first
in the best sort of way.'
'Yes--yes, I know!' I exclaimed, 'and you are a sensible old Dods as you
always are. And see what I have got to please you,' and I held up three
lovely, fat muffins.
We got the kitchen fire lighted and the tea-table spread in the
parlour--I felt inclined to begin calling it 'the dining-room' now--and
everything nice and ready before they all came. The first announcement
of them was Esme, who flew in as usual, followed very deliberately by
Denzil. She gave me a hug when she saw the table.
'Oh, what a lovely tea!' she said, 'and how delicious the hut looks. Oh,
_don't_ you wish, Ida, we could live here always?'
I glanced at Dods--we could not help smiling at each other--it seemed a
sort of good omen, her saying that, but we did not say anything. Then
came papa and mamma--they had walked down slowly through the wood, and
as they came to the little 'plateau' where stood the hut, I saw them
stop and look at it. I _wondered_ if the same idea was in their minds at
all. I did not exactly want it to be, for I was rather pleased at being
the first finder of it.