PHYLLIS
“Aunt Rachel,” said Dick, marching to the library, “will you do
something for me?”
“Probably I will, my boy. What is it?”
“I want you to come and take a walk with me.”
“But it’s nearly supper-time, Dicky; quite time for you to go and brush
your hair, and put on a fresh collar. Where’s Dolly?”
“Oh, Aunt Rachel, please come,—it’s very important!”
Noticing the serious expression on Dick’s earnest little face, Aunt
Rachel became frightened.
“What is the matter, Dick?” she exclaimed. “Has anything happened to
Dolly? Has she hurt herself?”
“No; she hasn’t hurt herself; but come, please, Aunt Rachel,—do!”
Throwing a light shawl round her, Miss Rachel went with Dick, quite sure
that some accident had befallen Dolly. It was quite a little walk to the
woods, and Dick began to wonder whether Phyllis would have waited, or
whether she would have become scared and gone home. She seemed like a
timid little thing, and Dick well knew that Miss Rachel’s anger was a
formidable thing to brave. He felt far from calm himself.
“Where are you taking me?” said Aunt Rachel, as they crossed the
orchard.
“To the woods,” replied Dick, briefly; “Dolly is there.”
And Aunt Rachel said no more, but walked rapidly along by Dick’s side,
her mind full of horrible imaginings of Dolly, perhaps fallen from a
tree, or in some other dreadful plight. When she reached the wood she
saw the two little girls, seated on the flat stone, their arms about
each other, and their faces red and tear-stained. Indeed, the big tears
even now rolled down Dolly’s cheeks, as she saw the stern expression
that came over Aunt Rachel’s face.
“Phyllis Middleton!” exclaimed the angry-looking lady; “what does this
mean? You know you are forbidden to step foot on my property!”
“Yes’m,” began Phyllis, timidly, but Dick took the helm.
“Aunt Rachel,” he said, “I asked you to come out here, ’cause Phyllis
wouldn’t go to the house. And I want to ask you to let her be Dolly’s
friend; they love each other a heap.”
Then Aunt Rachel’s wrath was turned toward her niece.
“Dolly,” she said, severely, “you know I positively forbade you to speak
to Phyllis Middleton.”
“Yes, Auntie; b-but I didn’t know it was Phyllis, when I first spoke to
her.”
“Well, you know it now. Come away from her at once. Phyllis, go straight
home, and don’t ever dare come here again.”
The case was hopeless.
Phyllis withdrew herself from Dolly’s embrace, and rose to go away.
Jack Fuller stood by, unable to help, and very nearly crying himself in
sympathy with the two forlorn little girls.
Aunt Rachel, in her surprise and indignation, had seated herself on the
edge of a big stone, opposite Dolly and Phyllis, and sat with frowning
face, waiting for the unwelcome visitor to depart.
In her extremity of despair, Dolly had an inspiration. With a cry of,
“Oh, _please_, Auntie Rachel!” she sprang at her aunt, and threw her
arms around the neck of the irate lady. She squeezed her until she
nearly choked her; she showered kisses on her face and neck; she
whispered in her ear, “Please, dear Auntie, oh, _please_ let me have her
for my little friend; I love her so! _Please_, Auntie!”
Dick, anxiously watching Miss Rachel’s face, saw a change. Not only did
it become warm and red from the strangling hugs she was undergoing, but
he felt sure there was a relenting expression in her eyes.
Partly out of gratitude for this, and partly from a desire to further
Dolly’s cause, he too rushed at his aunt, and added his affectionate
demonstrations to those of his sister. His arms somehow found room, too,
round her neck, and he industriously kissed the other side of her face,
while he cried, “_Please_, Auntie Rachel, even if you don’t like the
Middletons, please let Phyllis and Dolly be friends! _Please_, Auntie!”
So cyclonic was the beginning of this performance, and so vigorous its
continuance, that Miss Rachel was soon on the verge of physical
collapse, and wildly waved her hands, in a futile endeavour to shake off
the besiegers.
Phyllis and Jack were appalled at the scene, and were almost uncertain
whether the attack was really affectionate or of a hostile nature.
“For gracious’ sake, Dolly, _do_ stop!” cried Miss Rachel, at last, as
her glasses flew off, and her carefully arranged coiffure became a
wreck. “Dick, let go of me!”
“Yes, Auntie,” he said, kneeling at one side, and possessing himself of
one of her hands, while Dolly did the same with the other; “but, Auntie,
do say yes, won’t you?”
“Won’t you, Auntie?” echoed Dolly; “won’t you, Auntie? Please, dear
Auntie Rachel, won’t you? _Please!_”
The words, repeated so often, seemed to become meaningless, but not so
the beseeching expression on the two upturned, pleading little faces.
Aunt Rachel looked at them,—Dick’s eager hopeful gaze; Dolly’s tearful,
despairing eyes,—and her hard heart melted.
[Illustration: IN THE GARDEN (Page 82)]
She put an arm round each of the quivering little bodies, and said
softly:
“Wait a minute, dears, let me think it over.”
If Miss Rachel needed further incentive, the joy that flashed into the
twins’ faces must have given it to her, for she went on almost
immediately:
“You cannot understand the grown-up part of this; you cannot be told
about why Mrs. Middleton and I are not on friendly terms; but this I
will grant. If Phyllis’s mother will let her be Dolly’s friend, I shall
be glad to have it so. If Phyllis is allowed to come to Dana Dene, Dolly
may also visit her and you may play together all you like. There is
really no reason why you children should suffer for the sake of your
elders, and I see that clearly now. Come here, Phyllis.”
Phyllis rose and went to Miss Rachel, who looked her over with evident
interest.
“You are a nice child,” she said, at last, with a nod of approval. “I
shall be glad to have you become Dolly’s friend. Do you think your
mother will object?”
“I know she will, Miss Dana,” said Phyllis, sadly; “I am sure she won’t
let me go to Dana Dene.”
“Then I shall go to see her, myself, and I fancy I can persuade her.”
Miss Rachel said this with a majestic air, yet with a grim smile, and
the children felt that though they certainly did not understand the
“grown-up part of it,” yet their cause was won, and Dolly and Phyllis
would be permitted to play together to their hearts’ content.
“Thank you, Miss Rachel,” said Phyllis, timidly taking her hand, and
feeling that she ought to show her gratitude by some demonstration,
after the example set her by the twins.
Miss Rachel kissed her gently on the forehead, and then put her hand in
Dolly’s; bidding the two little girls seal their friendship with a kiss,
and then say good-bye until to-morrow.
“Scamper home, across the orchard, Phyllis,” she went on, “and tell your
mother all about it, if you choose; and say I shall call on her this
evening.”
Jack went with Phyllis, as that was the way toward his own home, and the
three Danas went back to the house.
“Oh, Auntie, you are so good,” said Dolly, as, with her arm round her
aunt’s waist, she walked by her side. “It was lovely of you to give up
your favourite feud for me!”
Miss Rachel smiled at Dolly’s choice of words, but she only said:
“It is right, dearie. It would be very foolish to keep you two little
girls apart because of what happened to your ancestors, twenty years
ago.”
“Yes’m; and are you going to keep on feuding with Mrs. Middleton?”
“I don’t know yet,” said Miss Rachel, smiling again; “if I do, it will
be because she insists upon it. But I feel sure I can persuade her to
feel as I do, about you children.”
“You’re a brick, Auntie,” declared Dick, who walked at her other side.
“I was ’most sure you’d cave in when you saw how the girls felt about
it.”
“It was really the way you two felt about it, that persuaded me; indeed,
if I hadn’t ‘caved in,’ as you call it, I think you would have squeezed
me to pieces.”
“Yes, we’re good coaxers,” said Dick, modestly. “We used to coax Auntie
Helen that way; but she always got to laughing.”
“It wasn’t a humorous occasion, to-day,” said Aunt Rachel, and then they
all went in to supper.
Aunt Abbie, who was wondering what had become of them, was then told the
whole story, which greatly interested her.
“And now,” said Dolly, as everything had been explained, “you see why I
was asking about fairies last night. I didn’t really think Phyllis was a
fairy, but she came so—so unexpected, you know, and she wouldn’t tell
me her name, and she told me to keep it all a secret.”
“I think that part of it was a little naughty,” said Aunt Abbie,
judicially.
“Yes’m,” agreed Dolly. “But you see she ’pented, and to-day she came to
tell me that she had ’cided it _was_ naughty, and she wasn’t coming any
more. So that took away the naughtiness, didn’t it, Auntie Rachel?”
“Yes, I think it did, dearie. I feel sure Phyllis is a conscientious
little girl, and will be a good friend for you in every way.”
“But I’ll always call her Pinkie,” said Dolly; “’cause I called her that
at first, and Phyllis is such a grown-up name. Will you go over and see
about it right away, Auntie?”
“After a while, Dolly. But I shall not return until after you’ve gone to
bed, so don’t think any more about it till morning.”
Aunt Rachel spoke calmly, but the children little knew what it meant to
her to subdue her pride and make the advance toward a truce with Mrs.
Middleton. Their quarrel, though it had occurred many years ago, was as
bitter as ever, and reconciliation seemed impossible. Neither had ever
been willing to suggest such a thing, and though kind-hearted friends
had tried to bring it about, their efforts had met with no success. Miss
Abbie was, of course, amazed at the way things were going, but her offer
to accompany her sister was met with a gentle but decided refusal.
And so, nobody ever knew what passed between the two neighbours that
evening. Whatever way she humiliated herself, or whatever arguments she
used, Miss Rachel never told; but, at least, her main errand was
successful, and Mrs. Middleton agreed to let Phyllis and Dolly play
together all they liked, and visit at each other’s homes whenever they
chose.
As for the two ladies themselves, they didn’t at once forgive and forget
all of their long-standing unpleasantness, but they agreed to be, at
least, calling acquaintances, for the children’s sake; and I may as well
say here that eventually the breach was healed, and by degrees they
became really friendly neighbours.
Dolly was too excited and anxious to sleep, so when she heard Miss
Rachel come in, though it was late, she sprang out of bed, and throwing
a blue kimono over her little frilled nightgown, she ran out into the
hall, and called down over the banisters:
“Is it all right, Auntie Rachel? Is it all right?”
“Yes, it’s all right, Dolly. Go back to bed, you’ll catch cold.”
By this time, Dick had bounced out of his room. A bath-robe was round
him, over his pink-striped pajamas, and as he heard Aunt Rachel’s
assurance that their cause was won, he whispered to Dolly, “Let’s go
down and hug her!”
“Let’s!” replied Dolly, and the two bare-footed, dressing-gowned little
figures flew downstairs and precipitated themselves upon the already
exhausted lady.
“Don’t, children!” cried Aunt Abbie, as Miss Rachel was almost lost to
sight in clouds of eider-down flannel, and four eager, waving arms.
“Don’t! you’ll wear Auntie Rachel out, she’s almost collapsed now.”
“No, Abbie; let them be. I like it,” gasped Aunt Rachel, from behind two
curly heads that seemed to be devouring her.
So Aunt Abbie only laughed, inwardly rejoicing that the children had
brought about an amicable adjustment of the old quarrel, and glad, too,
that her reserved and undemonstrative sister enjoyed the wild antics of
the two little savages.
“Auntie Abbie next!” shouted Dick, gleefully, and Aunt Rachel received a
respite, as the twins’ attentions were showered upon their other aunt.
But she wouldn’t stand quite so much.
“Be off with you!” she cried. “You’re worse than a pair of little
bear-cubs!”
“We are bear-cubs,” cried Dick, enchanted with the suggestion. Then he
growled, and pawed and clawed at Aunt Abbie, winding up with a hug that
nearly cracked her bones.
Dolly, always ready to take her cue, was also a bear-cub, and between
them they made Aunt Abbie’s life miserable for a few minutes.
“Scamper now!” she cried, as she emerged, laughing, from the latest
onslaught. “Run to bed, both of you. I’ve had enough of this!”
So, with final pats and kisses all round, the twins went upstairs, and
were soon snugly in bed once more.
Dolly thought she should never go to sleep, she was so happy in the
thoughts of her new friend.
Dear Pinkie! She was so pretty and sweet, and Dolly smiled to herself at
thought of all the fun they could have playing together. They would
always be friends, even after they grew up to be young ladies, and they
would never have a foolish quarrel, as Pinkie’s mother and Auntie Rachel
had had. And so, fairly revelling in happy anticipations, Dolly fell
asleep.
Downstairs, the two sisters talked long and earnestly.
“It’s a blessing those two children ever came here,” said Miss Abbie, at
last.
“It is a blessing in some ways,” said Miss Rachel, “but they’re going to
be a terrible responsibility. Such overflowing spirits I never saw! They
can’t be still a second. And we must stop these fearful tornadoes of
affection!”
“Oh, I thought you enjoyed them!”
“I do enjoy their hearty demonstrations and endearments. They’re so real
and spontaneous. But we must curb them, for it isn’t good for the
children to be allowed such savagery. For it is savagery.”
“It is, indeed!” agreed Aunt Abbie, ruefully. “My arm’s lame yet, from
their squeezing.”
“Well, we’ll correct them. But I don’t want to be too harsh, poor little
motherless things.”
“Yes, and fatherless, too. We must be very good to them, Rachel, but it
isn’t true kindness to be too indulgent, you know.”
“No, of course not. We must be firm, yet gentle.”
And so the two ladies discussed the management of the twins, not
realising at all, that on the contrary, the twins were managing them!
For though good and obedient children, Dick and Dolly generally
succeeded in getting their own sweet way, as witness the case of Phyllis
Middleton.