IN WHICH LAVENDER FALCONER ENTERS THIS LIFE AND MEETS WITH GENERAL
APPROVAL
After a period of reluctance, in which she very nearly lost all my
good opinion, Miss Lavender Falconer entered this vale of tears at
the most inconvenient hour possible, namely, at 3.15 A.M. on a rainy
morning. My night's rest was ruined; but mother and child at once
began to do exceedingly well.
I do not pretend that Lavender was beautiful. She had a crumpled
appearance impossible to reconcile with that lissom gracefulness
beneath her gown which her proud father some years hence will so
value in her; but there was something very attractive in her
helplessness--although even at the tender age of twelve hours she was
manifestly already a member of the stronger sex. She dominated the
room, and still dominates whatever room she may occupy, and promises
to continue so to do. So far as I am concerned, I have no objection.
I like a strong woman in the background engendering confidence.
Lavender's visitors were many and enthusiastic, and some, like the
Magi, brought gifts. Her grandfather placed in each of her tiny
fists a new sovereign by way of laying the foundation of her dot, and
these she at once allowed to drop on the floor, an action which was
held by wise observers to predicate a generous nature. Mr. Lacey
made a special visit to Mitcham for lavender and filled the room with
it, while the Director produced from his stores of melody this
charming old lavender cry:
[Illustration: Music fragment]
Won't you buy my sweet blooming lav - en - der, Six-teen
branch - es one pen - ny? La - dies fair, make no de -
lay, I have your lav-en-der fresh to-day! Buy it once you'll
buy it twice--It makes your clothes smell sweet and nice.
It will scent your pock-et - hand - ker - chiefs-- Six - teen
branch - es for one pen - ny! As I walk thro' London streets, I
have your lav-en-der nice and sweet, Sixteen branches for one pen-ny!
The Misses Packer were in ecstasies of admiration, although, of
course, we did not permit unskilled evidence to turn our heads.
Still, they had seen many babies in their time and were entitled to
respectful hearing when they indulged in comparison between Lavender
and those others.
"Mrs. Harvey's baby, you remember, Emmie," said Miss Laura, "was a
picture; but nothing compared with Mrs. Falconer's. There's a
something about this little darling--I don't know what it is, but a
something--which makes it more remarkable than any I've ever seen."
Miss Emma agreed with her, attempting--I thought hazardously--to
discover what the something was, but of course failing.
Mrs. Wiles also came in to worship, and as she gazed grew very
tearful. "Adopted children are all very well," she said, "and my
Annie's a little pet; but there's nothing like one of your own.
Well, well, we can't have everything, and Wiles has just bought a
lovely gramophone, and Annie is trying to say 'Daddy' and 'Mammy'
quite natural; and the invites that come to us to join committees of
charitable societies, with lords and ladies sitting on them too,
would make some of our friends go green with envy."