MOUSEY AND UNCLE DICK
THERE was a jealous feeling in Mr. Harding's heart as he watched
Mousey and her uncle; still, he could but acknowledge that Mr. Dawson
had a way with him which was certainly very attractive. He seemed
capable of bringing his mind on a level with the child's, and looking
at people and things from her point of view. As the old man listened
to the conversation between uncle and niece, he heard more about
Mousey's school life than he had ever heard before; and he realised
that his quiet little cousin could be a great chatterbox. She was in
high spirits, asking dozens of questions about her aunt and cousins.
At last Mr. Harding suggested that she should take off her hat, and go
and see what her uncle had brought them for a present.
"And tell Maria to get us an early cup of tea," he added, as she was
leaving the room; "ask her to put the ham on the table, and boil some
eggs."
Maria was struck by the unusual munificence of her master's orders,
but she obeyed him without making a remark. Mousey arranged the great
bunch of flowers Mr. Dawson had brought, in a big bowl, and placed it
in the centre of the table. Mr. Dawson smiled upon her lovingly, glad
to see her face so full of happiness; whilst Mr. Harding nodded his
approval, and declared the flowers brightened the room wonderfully.
Rarely had the little girl seen her cousin so amiable as he was during
tea-time. He exerted himself to talk upon topics of interest to his
visitor, and really proved a capital host. After the meal was over, he
asked Mousey if she did not think her uncle would like her to take him
for a walk.
"It's much cooler now," he said, "and I dare say Mr. Dawson would be
pleased to see something of Haughton. Why not show him the park, eh?"
Mousey was delighted with the idea, and flew upstairs to fetch her
hat, whilst her uncle explained to Mr. Harding that it was his
intention to go home by a train leaving Haughton at eight o'clock.
"I'll have a stroll with Mousey, and then return here to say
good-bye," he said.
"Very well," Mr. Harding replied; "I know you will be glad to have
a quiet chat with the child."
So uncle and niece started off together, the latter eager to point out
every object of interest. As they stood on the bridge above the river
she told him how Mr. Harding's house was built over the water.
"It used to frighten me to think about it," she confessed, "but now I
don't mind so much. We can't always hear the river—only when the tide
is high, and the weather is very bad. I have to cross this bridge
every day on my way to school."
"And you are happy, my dear?" he asked tenderly.
"Much happier than I was at first," she answered, "because everyone
is very kind to me. But first of all I was dreadfully miserable—it was
all so different from what I thought it would be like."
"It is different from what I expected, too," he acknowledged. "I'm
sure if Eliza had guessed what her cousin's home was like she would
never have consented to your being taken away from us. I am sure
I thought—"
Mr. Dawson paused abruptly, doubtful if he ought to tell what he
thought; instead, he said—
"Does Mr. Harding give you everything you want, my dear? Plenty of
good food, and—"
"Oh, yes!" Mousey broke in; "although we don't always have such a nice
tea as we had to-day," she added, with simple honesty.
"And your cousin is kind to you?"
"Very kind. I used to be afraid of him, but I'm not a bit now. But he
is not like you, Uncle Dick; he never goes to church, and—" dropping
her voice to a mysterious whisper— "a great many people call him
a miser. John Monday says he's the meanest man he ever knew."
"John Monday is a rather dissatisfied sort of a boy, isn't he?"
Mr. Dawson asked, by way of turning the conversation into another
channel.
"He does grumble a lot," Mousey replied, "and sometimes he talks
of running away, but I don't think he will, really."
They had now reached the park. After walking around, and looking
at the flowers, they sat down on a seat to rest. A group of nursemaids
and children were standing near, amongst whom were Mrs. Downing's
little ones and their nurse. Mousey pointed them out to her uncle; and
at that moment the twins caught sight of Mousey and ran up to her,
casting shy, curious glances at her companion the while.
"Won't you speak to me?" Mr. Dawson asked, smiling.
They looked at the big man silently for a minute, then each shook
hands with him in turn, afterwards sitting on the seat between him
and Mousey till their nurse, having finished her gossip with her
friends, came up and led them off, saying it would soon be their
bed-time, and she must take them home.
"I'm so glad you've seen them, for now you'll be able to tell Aunt
Eliza what they're like," Mousey said to her uncle. "It is nice going
to school, Uncle Dick. I wish you could see Nellie Thomas, but I'll
explain her to you, and then you'll be able to picture her, won't you?
She has blue eyes and brown hair and a turn-up nose."
"I think I can picture her from your description," Mr. Dawson said
gravely, "though I won't say I should recognise her if I met her
in the street," he added; at which Mousey laughed.
"Do you know, child, I don't think you'd like to leave Haughton now,"
he remarked presently. "What would you say if I took you home with me
to-night never to return here again?"
"I should love to see Aunt Eliza," she replied, "but I should not like
to leave Mrs. Downing's school and the girls; and then there's Maria,
and I think Cousin Robert would miss me a little. But you don't mean
it, do you, Uncle Dick?"
"No, my dear, I do not. I am beginning to see that you are happier
than I thought possible. I hope, Mousey, you read your Bible every
day, and remember your dear mother's teaching?"
"Oh, Uncle Dick, indeed I do!"
"That's right, my dear. 'Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy
youth.' If you do that, you won't be likely to forget Him as you grow
older. And now, don't you think it's about time we turned homewards?"
"Perhaps it is," she agreed regretfully. "What a nice talk we've had
together, haven't we? You'll be able to tell Aunt Eliza everything
when you get home."
"You may depend upon that. Your aunt will ask me dozens of questions,"
Mr. Dawson answered. "I should like to give you a little present,
my dear. Here's half a crown for you to spend in any way you please,"
and he slipped the coin into her hand.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" she cried earnestly: "Half a crown! Why,
I never had so much money in my life before! Oh, how good of you,
Uncle Dick!"
"Nonsense, nonsense! It's little enough I can do for you. What, you
have no purse?"
"No; but it will be perfectly safe tied up in the corner of my
pocket-handkerchief."
"Come in here."
Mr. Dawson drew her into a fancy shop, and purchased a scarlet leather
purse, which he presented to her. Her pleasure was delightful
to witness, and she could hardly find words in which to thank him,
so deeply was she touched by his generosity and kindness.
John Monday was closing the shop as they returned, and in another
half-hour it was time for Mr. Dawson to start for the station. Mousey
could not help shedding a few tears as she said good-bye to him, and
she kept on giving him "one more message for Aunt Eliza" till he
laughingly declared she would make him miss his train.
She let him go at last, but stood on the doorstep watching his large
figure, with the empty basket slung on one arm, and the shrunken form
of Mr. Harding, who was accompanying his visitor to the station, until
they were out of sight.
Mousey turned slowly into the house, entering the parlour with misty
eyes and quivering lips. John Monday, who was evidently waiting to
speak to her, glanced at her with some concern.
"I say, don't cry," he said kindly; "but I don't wonder you're sorry
he's gone. He's a proper sort of man, he is!"
"See what he's given me. Such a beautiful purse, and a half-crown
as well."
Mousey drew the scarlet purse from her pocket and handed it to her
companion, who examined it with evident admiration, and declared it
to be real leather.
"Oh, ain't he good-natured!" he exclaimed. "Look here," and opening
his hand he exposed to view another half-crown. "He gave it to me when
he said good-bye," he explained, "and I'd no time to thank him."
Mousey was delighted that Mr. Dawson had extended his kindness to John
Monday too. She asked him what he meant to do with the money.
"I haven't decided. How shall you spend yours?" he inquired as he
returned her purse to her keeping.
"I think I shall keep mine till I see something I really want," she
said thoughtfully. "Oh, dear!" she continued, with a sudden change
of tone, "I have not done one of my lessons for to-morrow. I must
hurry, or I shan't get them learnt to-night," and she fetched her
books and set to work at once.