AN EARLY STROLL
Soon after daybreak next morning, Dolly woke, and surveyed with
satisfaction her pretty room.
Pink roses clambered over the wall paper, and over the chintz hangings
and furniture, and over the soft, dainty bed-coverlet.
It was much more attractive than her room at Aunt Helen’s, and as Dolly
loved pretty things, she gave a little sigh of content and nestled
comfortably into her pillows. Then she heard Dick’s voice whispering
through the closed door between their rooms.
“Hi, Dolly; I say! Aren’t you up yet?”
“No, are you?”
“Yes, and ’most dressed. Hustle, can’t you? and let’s go out and chase
around the place.”
“Before breakfast?”
“Yes; breakfast isn’t until eight o’clock, and it’s only six now.”
“All right, I’ll hustle,” and Dolly sprang out of bed, and began to
dress.
The twins were a self-reliant pair, and quite capable and methodical
when they had time to be.
Dolly dressed herself neatly in a clean blue and white plaid gingham;
and as she could tie her hair ribbon quite well enough, except for
special occasions, the blue bow on her golden curls was entirely
satisfactory.
“I’m all ready, Dick,” she whispered at last, through the door, “and we
mustn’t make any noise, for maybe the aunties are asleep yet.”
“All right; I’ll meet you in the hall.”
So both children went on tiptoe out into the big, light hall, and softly
down the stairs.
No one seemed to be stirring, but they unfastened the locks and chains
of the front doors, and stepped out into the beautiful fresh morning.
“I’ve _got_ to holler!” said Dick, still whispering. “They can’t hear us
now.”
“Yes, they can; wait till we get farther away from the house.”
So, hand in hand, they ran down the garden path, and when a grape arbour
and a cornfield were between them and their sleeping aunts, they decided
they were out of hearing.
“Hooray!” yelled Dick, as loud as he could, at the same time turning a
jubilant handspring.
Dolly was quite as glad as her brother, but contented herself with
dancing about, and giving little squeals of delight as she saw one
rapturous sight after another.
“Oh, Dick,” she cried, “there’s a fountain! ’way over there on the
little hill. Do you s’pose that’s on our grounds?”
“’Course it is. This is all ours, as far as you can see, and more too.
That woodsy place over there is ours; Pat told me so.”
“We’ll have picnics there. And Dick, maybe there are fairies in the
woods.”
“Sure there are. That’s just the kind of woods that has fairies. But
they only come out at night, you know.”
“Yes, but it’s only just a little past night now. The sun has only been
up a short time. Maybe there are some fairies there yet.”
“Maybe; let’s go and see.”
With a skip and a jump the children started for the woods, which,
however proved to be farther away than they had thought.
They trudged merrily on, stopping now and then to speak to a robin, or
kick at a dandelion, but at last they came to the edge of the grove.
“Oh, Dick!” cried Dolly, in ecstasy, “think of having a real woods,
right in our own yard! Isn’t it gorgeous!”
“Great! but go softly now, if we want to see fairies. I’m ’fraid they’ve
all gone.”
Hand in hand the children tiptoed into the wood. They moved very
cautiously, lest they should step on a twig, or make any noise that
should frighten the fairies.
“There’s where they dance,” whispered Dick, pointing to a smooth, green
mossy place. “But of course they always fly away when the sun rises.”
“Yes, I s’pose so,” said Dolly, regretfully. “Shall we come out earlier
to-morrow?”
“Yes; or we might come out to see them some night. Moonlight nights;
that’s the time!”
“Would you dare? Oh, Dick, wouldn’t it be grand!”
“Hey, Dolly, there’s a squirrel; a real, live one! That’s better’n
fairies. Oh, look at him!”
Sure enough, a grey squirrel ran past them, and now sat, turning his
head back to look at them, but ready for instant flight if they moved.
But they didn’t move, they knew better; and scarce daring to breathe,
they sat watching the wonderful sight.
Meantime, there was consternation in the household. At seven o’clock
Miss Rachel had sent Hannah, the waitress, to call the twins.
The maid returned with a scared face, and announced that the children
had gone.
“Gone!” cried Miss Rachel, who was engaged in making her own toilet;
“where have they gone?”
“I don’t know, ma’am; but they’re not in their rooms, and the front door
is wide open.”
“Oh, they’ve run away!” cried Miss Rachel, and hastily throwing on a
dressing gown, she went to her sister’s room.
“Get up, Abbie,” she exclaimed. “Those children have run away!”
“Run away? What do you mean?”
“Why, they’ve gone! I suppose they didn’t like us. Perhaps they were
homesick, or something. Abbie, do you suppose they’ve gone back to
Chicago, all alone?”
“Nonsense, Rachel, of course they haven’t! Children always rise early.
They’re probably walking in the garden.”
“No, I don’t think so. Something tells me they’ve run away because they
don’t like us. Oh, Abbie, do you think that’s it?”
“No, I don’t. Go on and dress. They’ll be back by the time you’re ready
for breakfast. If you’re worried, send Hannah out to hunt them up.”
So Hannah was sent, but as she only looked in the verandas and in the
gardens near the house, of course, she didn’t find the twins. By the
time the ladies came downstairs, Hannah had impressed Pat and Michael
into service, and all three were hunting for the missing guests.
But it never occurred to them to go so far as the woods, where Dick and
Dolly were even then sitting, watching the grey squirrel, and looking
for fairies.
“I’m thinkin’ they’ve fell in the pond,” said Pat, as he gazed anxiously
into the rather muddy water.
“Not thim!” said Michael; “they’re not the sort that do be afther
drownin’ thimsilves. They’re too frisky. Belikes they’ve run back to the
brook where they shtopped at yisterday. Do yez go there an’ look, Pat.”
“Yes, do,” said Miss Rachel, who, with clasped hands and a white face
was pacing the veranda.
“Don’t take it so hard, sister,” implored Miss Abbie. “They’re around
somewhere, I’m sure; and if not,—why, you know, Rachel, you didn’t want
them here very much, anyway.”
“How can you be so heartless!” cried Miss Rachel, her eyes staring
reproachfully at her sister. “I do want them; they’re brother’s
children, and this is their rightful home. But I wish they wanted to
stay. I’m sure they ran away because they didn’t like us. Do you think
we were too harsh with them yesterday?”
“Perhaps so. At any rate, they _have_ run away. I thought they were in
the garden, but if so, they would have been found by now. Do you suppose
they took an early train back to New York?”
“Oh, Abbie, how _can_ you say so! Those two dear little mites alone in a
great city! I can’t think it!”
“It’s better than thinking they are drowned in the pond.”
“Either is awful; and yet of course some such thing must have happened.”
The two ladies were on the verge of hysterics, and the servants, who had
all been hunting for the children, were nonplussed. Pat had jumped on a
horse, and galloped off to the brook which had so taken their fancy the
day before, and Michael stood, with his hands in his pockets, wondering
if he ought to drag the pond. Delia, the cook, had left the waiting
breakfast and had come to join the anxious household.
“I’m thinkin’ they’re not far off,” she said; “why don’t ye blow a horn,
now?”
“That’s a good idea,” said Miss Abbie; “try it, Michael.”
So Michael found an old dinner-horn that had hung unused in the barn for
many years, and he blew resounding blasts.
But unfortunately, the babes in the woods were too far away to hear, and
forgetful of all else they watched two squirrels, who, reassured by the
children’s quiet, ran back and forth, and almost came right up to Dick
and Dolly’s beckoning fingers.
“If only we had something to feed them,” said Dick, vainly hunting his
pockets for something edible.
“If only we had something to feed ourselves,” said Dolly; “I’m just
about starved.”
“So’m I; let’s go back now, and come to see the squirrels some other
time, and bring them some nuts.”
“All right, let’s.”
So back they started, but leisurely, for they had no thought of how the
time had slipped by. They paused here and there to investigate many
things, and it was well on toward nine o’clock when they came within
hearing of Michael’s horn, on which he was blowing a last, despairing
blast.
“Hear the horn!” cried Dick. “Do you s’pose that’s the way they call the
family to breakfast?”
“Oh, it isn’t breakfast time, yet,” said Dolly, confidently. “I’m hungry
enough, but it can’t be eight o’clock, I know. And, besides, I want time
to tidy up.”
The clean frock had lost its freshness, and the blue bow was sadly
askew, for somehow, try as she would, Dolly never could keep herself
spick and span.
They trudged along, through the barnyard and the garden, and finally
came to the kitchen door, which stood invitingly open.
“Let’s go in this way,” said Dolly; “it’s nearer, and I can skin up to
my room and brush my hair. I don’t want Auntie Rachel to think I’m
always messy.”
In at the back door they went, and as the kitchen was deserted, they
looked around in some surprise.
“Might as well catch a bun,” said Dick, seeing a panful of rolls in the
warming oven.
The hungry children each took a roll, and then sped on up to their
rooms, intent on tidying themselves for breakfast.
“For goodness’ sake, Dolly!” exclaimed Dick’s voice through the door,
“it’s after nine o’clock! Do you s’pose they’ve had breakfast, and where
is everybody?”
“After nine o’clock!” said Dolly, opening the door, to make sure she had
heard aright. “Well, if this isn’t the queerest house! Hurry up, Dick,
and brush your hair, and we’ll go down and see what’s the matter. I know
they haven’t had breakfast, for the kitchen range was all full of
cereals and things.”
A few moments later, two neat and well-brushed children tripped gaily
downstairs. They went into the library, where their two aunts, nearly in
a state of collapse, were reposing in armchairs.
“Good-morning, aunties,” said the twins, blithely. “Are we late?”
Miss Abbie gasped and closed her eyes, at the astonishing sight, but
Miss Rachel, who was of a different nature, felt all her anxiety turn to
exasperation, and she said, sternly:
“You naughty children! Where have you been?”
“Why, we just got up early, and went to look around the place,”
volunteered Dolly, “and we didn’t know it got late so soon.”
“But where were you? We’ve searched the place over.”
“We went to the woods,” said Dick. “You see, Aunt Abbie, I felt as if I
must screech a little, and we thought if we stayed too near the house,
we might wake you up. It was awful early then. I don’t see how nine
o’clock came so soon! Did we keep breakfast back? I’m sorry.”
“Why did you want to screech?” said Miss Abbie, quickly. “Are you
homesick?”
“Oh, no! I mean screech for joy. Just shout, you know, for fun, and jump
around, and turn somersaults. I always do those things when I’m glad.
But as it turned out, we couldn’t, very much, for we were watching for
fairies, and then for squirrels, so we had to be quiet after all.”
“And so you wanted to shout for joy, did you?” asked Aunt Rachel, much
mollified at the compliments they paid so unconsciously.
“Oh, yes’m! Everything is so beautiful, and so—so sort of enchanted.”
“Enchanted?”
“Yes; full of fairies, and sprites. The woods, you know, and the pond,
and the fountain,—oh, Dana Dene is the finest place I ever saw!”
Dick’s enthusiasm was so unfeigned, and his little face shone with such
intense happiness, that Miss Rachel hadn’t the heart to scold him after
all. So, resolving to tell the twins later of the trouble they had
caused, she went away to tell Delia to send in breakfast, and to tell
Michael to go and find Patrick, for the twins had returned.
[Illustration: “Oh, how good the cool ripply water did
feel!” (Page 10)]
“You see,” explained Dolly, as they sat at breakfast, “we went out of
the house at half-past seven, by the big, hall clock. And I thought then
we’d stay an hour, and get back in time to fix up before we saw you.
We’re not very good at keeping clean.”
“So I see,” said Aunt Abbie, glancing at several grass stains and a
zigzag tear that disfigured Dolly’s frock.
“Yes’m; so we ’most always try to get in to meals ahead of time, and
that ’lows us to spruce up some.”
“We try to,” said Dick, honestly, “but we don’t always do it.”
“No,” returned Dolly, calmly; “’most never. But isn’t it ’stonishing how
fast the time goes when you think there’s plenty?”
“It is,” said Aunt Rachel, a little grimly. “And now that you’re to live
here, you’ll have to mend your ways, about being late, for I won’t have
tardiness in my house.”
“All right,” said Dolly, cheerfully; “I’ll hunt up my watch. It doesn’t
go very well, except when it lies on its face; but if I put it in my
pocket upside down, maybe it’ll go.”
“It must be a valuable watch,” remarked Aunt Abbie.
“Yes’m, it is. Auntie Helen gave it to me for a good-by gift, but I
looked at it so often, that I thought it would be handier to wear it
hanging outside, like a locket, you know. Well, I did, and then it
banged into everything I met. And the chain caught on everything, and
the watch got dented, and the crystal broke, and one hand came off. But
it was the long hand, so as long as the hour hand goes all right, I can
guess at the time pretty good. If I’d just had it with me this morning,
we’d been all right. I’m real sorry we were late.”
Aunt Rachel smiled, but it was rather a grim smile.
“I don’t set much store by people who are sorry,” she said; “what I
like, are people who don’t do wrong things the second time. If you are
never late to breakfast again, that will please me more than being sorry
for this morning’s escapade.”
“I’ll do both,” said Dolly, generously, and indeed, the twins soon
learned to be prompt at meals, which is a habit easily acquired, if one
wishes to acquire it.