LADYBIRD _vs._ LAVINIA
One day, Ladybird, watching from her window, saw a hack drive up to
Primrose Hall. A middle-aged gentleman got out.
"Mr. William H. Ward," she said to herself, serenely.
Next appeared a golden-haired, blue-eyed girl of about fourteen.
"Lavinia Flint!" said Ladybird; and putting her little black head down on
Cloppy's fat back, she cried as if her heart would break.
"We ought to be ashamed of ourselves, you and I, Clops," she said,
"because, if that isn't the real Lavinia, there's no use in our making a
fuss; and if it is, why, then she is It, and we're nothing, and that's
all there is about that!"
A little later Martha came to the door and said, "Miss Ladybird, you're
wanted in the parlor."
"Martha," said Ladybird, looking straight at the maid, "you go down and
say to my Aunt Priscilla that I want that Lovell girl to come up here.
And after I have seen her, we will both go down to the parlor."
"Yes, miss," said Martha.
She soon reappeared, bringing the visitor with her.
Ladybird took the new-comer by the hand, drew her into the room, and shut
the door.
"I wanted to see you," she explained, "before I make up my mind what I am
going to do. I suppose it's all true,--of course it must be,--that you're
Lavinia Flint's daughter, and I'm not, though we are both the children of
John Lovell."
"Goodness," said the yellow-haired girl, "you talk like a lawyer!"
"I am serious," said Ladybird, with all her dignity, and she had a good
deal, "because I have to be. It's a pretty big thing to think that you're
not the person you thought you were; especially after you've had to fight
for your place, anyhow."
"What are you talking about?" said the other.
"Never you mind what I'm talking about," said Ladybird; "the question is,
What can _you_ talk about? If you're going to live here with my
aunts,--with your aunts, I mean,--and I suppose you are, can you love
them and do as much for them as I could?"
At this Ladybird, much to her own disgust, broke down entirely, and wept
again on Cloppy's already soaking back.
"Don't be silly," said her visitor. "I think you're making a great fuss
over nothing; probably we'll both stay here. That would suit me, and I'm
sure there's room enough."
"Oh, there's room enough," said Ladybird, impatiently; "that isn't the
question; there's room enough in Primrose Hall for a whole army. But
right is right, and if you're Lavinia Lovell, the daughter of Lavinia
Flint Lovell, why, you belong here, and I don't. And of course I'm not
going to make any fuss about it; but please be good to my aunts,--your
aunts, I mean,--and especially Aunt Priscilla."
"Why Aunt Priscilla?" said Lavinia Lovell, curiously. "I haven't seen
much of them, but I like Aunt Dorinda better."
"That's just the reason," said Ladybird, nodding her wise head: "it's
because you haven't seen much of them that you like Aunt Dorinda better.
I did, too, when I hadn't seen much of them."
"But now?" said Lavinia Lovell.
"But now," said Ladybird, "I love Aunt Priscilla most. There's no use
talking, I do. You see, Aunt Dorinda is lovely, and sweet, and placid,
but Aunt Priscilla is decided, and that's the thing! Lavinia Lovell, if
you're going to live here in my place, and I suppose you are, just
remember that Aunt Priscilla's decision is worth more than Aunt Dorinda's
sweetness."
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Lavinia Lovell.
"I'm talking about what I know about, and you don't seem to know
anything," said Ladybird. "And now, if you please, we'll go down-stairs."
They went down the broad staircase hand in hand,--the real Lavinia
Lovell, golden-haired and blue-eyed, and the other one, Ladybird,
black-haired and dark-eyed,--and together, hand in hand, they entered the
drawing-room, where the two Flint ladies sat talking to Mr. Ward.
"It's all right, my aunties," said Ladybird, advancing, and almost
dragging the other, "it's all right; and this new girl is Lavinia Lovell,
and I'm not. I'm Jack Lovell's daughter, but I am not the daughter of
Lavinia Flint, and so, aunty dear, I've no claim on you."
Ladybird threw herself into Aunt Priscilla's arms, and for a moment Miss
Flint held her close, without saying a word.
Then she said: "Dear, Mr. Ward has told us all about it. Sister Dorinda
and I understand it all. You are not our niece; you are in _no_ way
related to us." Here Miss Priscilla's grasp tightened. "You are in no way
related to us. Lavinia Lovell, who has just come, is our niece; but,
Ladybird, I love you."
"That's all right, aunty," said Ladybird, cheerfully; "I understand the
whole business. Lavinia Lovell, the new girl, who has just arrived, is
the daughter of Lavinia Flint, your sister, and I am not. But, Aunt
Priscilla,--oh, no, you are not even my aunt. Well, then, Miss Priscilla
Flint of Primrose Hall, do you love me?"
"I love you," said Miss Priscilla, and the embrace in which she held
Ladybird left no doubt in the mind of anybody present.
"Quite so," said Mr. Ward, "quite so. But may I remind you, Miss Flint,
that the young lady whom I have brought with me, Miss Lavinia Lovell, has
a claim, I may say a previous claim, upon your recognition?"
"You may say a previous claim," said Miss Dorinda Flint, who had not
spoken for some time; "but is a previous claim to take precedence of a
claim preferred?"
"Oh, aunty," cried Ladybird, flying to Aunt Dorinda, and throwing her
arms around the old lady's neck, "that's just it; relationship can't come
in ahead of me, can it?"
"No," said Aunt Dorinda, slipping her arm round the excited child.
"But," said the smooth lawyer voice of Mr. Ward--"but, my dear Miss
Flint, and my dear Miss Dorinda Flint, you must realize that my client
and protégée, Miss Lavinia Lovell, has a claim upon your interests that
this child whom you call Ladybird never can have."
"Never!" said Ladybird; and dropping her head on Cloppy's silvery back,
she wept as one who could not be comforted.
"That's not true," and Miss Priscilla Flint's voice rang out like a
clarion. "You have proved to us, beyond shadow of doubt, that this new
little girl, this Lavinia Lovell, is our niece, the daughter of our
sister--and yet--you cannot take away from us the fact that Ladybird, our
Ladybird, is ours forever and ever!"
At this Ladybird flew back to Miss Priscilla, and was clasped in her
arms. But Miss Dorinda, holding Lavinia Lovell by the hand, said:
"Sister, you love Ladybird, and so do I; but this child is Lavinia
Lovell, the daughter of our sister Lavinia; and while we can love
Ladybird as a friend, and as an outside interest, yet here is our niece,
here is our inheritance, and to her is due our affection."
Miss Priscilla, still holding Ladybird in her arms, said:
"Let her then prove herself worthy of it."
"No, aunty," said Ladybird, rousing herself, "no; that is not necessary.
If Lavinia Lovell is your niece, and she is, then her place is here and
my place is not."
"What are you going to do, baby?" said Miss Priscilla, kissing Ladybird
with unusual tenderness.
"Well," said Ladybird, judiciously, as one who was thinking out a great
problem--"well, I don't know; but I think I shall go to live with Chester
and Stella."
"You couldn't do better," said Aunt Priscilla, laughing.
"Will you come, too?" said Ladybird, patting Miss Priscilla's
apple-cheek.
"Yes," said Miss Priscilla; but nobody heard her except Ladybird, for Mr.
Ward had already begun to speak.
"In the interests of my client," he said, "I am obliged to press the
claims of Lavinia Lovell, the oldest daughter of John Lovell, against the
claims of Ladybird, a younger daughter of the same man."
"But I make no claims," said Ladybird, who was cuddling in Miss
Priscilla's arms. "If that other Lavinia wants my place, and if she has
claims and papers and things to prove she has a right to it, why, let her
come and take it, that's all."
"That's all," said Miss Priscilla.
"Well, she has," said Mr. Ward,
"Yes," said Miss Dorinda; "go on."
"There is only this," said Mr. Ward: "my papers, which I have shown to
you ladies, prove conclusively that Lavinia Lovell, whom I have just
brought to you, is your niece; and this other child, whom you have
accepted as your niece, is not such, although she is the daughter of your
sister's husband by his second wife."
"Yes," said Miss Priscilla Flint, holding Ladybird closer.
"Yes," said Ladybird, in a contented tone.
"And so," said Mr. Ward, going on with some difficulty--"and so, Lavinia
Lovell, the child I have brought to you, is your niece, and consequently
dependent upon you."
"Yes," said Miss Priscilla Flint, still holding Ladybird close.
"Yes," said Ladybird, still contentedly.
"And of course," went on Mr. Ward, "you, as her aunts, and her only
living relatives, are responsible for her welfare."
"Certainly," said Miss Dorinda, who was holding the calm, golden-haired
child by the hand.
"Certainly," said Miss Priscilla, who was holding Ladybird and Cloppy
both in her arms.
"Then," said Mr. Ward, "may I assume that you, the Misses Flint,
undertake the maintenance and support of Lavinia Lovell?"
"Certainly," said Miss Priscilla Flint, with great dignity, although she
spoke over the shoulder of a turbulent child, and a no less quivering
dog--"certainly we undertake the support and maintenance of the child who
is, as you have proved to us, the daughter of our sister Lavinia."
"And what about me, aunty?" said Ladybird.
"You are ours, also, child," said Miss Priscilla; "and I would just like
to see you get away!"
"You're a nice lady, aunty," said Ladybird, stroking the withered cheek
of Miss Priscilla. "And do you mean that it is settled that I am to live
here with this new Lavinia Lovell?"
"It isn't a new Lavinia Lovell," said Aunt Dorinda, "for you aren't
Lavinia Lovell at all; you're only Ladybird Lovell."
"That's enough for me," said the child, chuckling; "for you know
perfectly well, Aunt Dorinda, that I never wanted to be anything but
Ladybird."
"Well, then," said Mr. Ward, "do I understand, Miss Flint, that you will
keep both of these children?"
"It seems to me," said Miss Priscilla, grimly, "that I have no choice.
Lavinia Lovell I will keep with pleasure, because she is the daughter of
my sister; and Ladybird Lovell I keep because I love her."
"And because I love you," said Ladybird, as she flung her arms round Miss
Priscilla's neck.