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BORROWED FEATHERS.

BY

RUTH LAMB

The Girl's Own Annual Illustrated

VOL. VII. 1886.

"LILY LEAVES" EXTRA SUMMER NUMBER

THE LEISURE HOUR OFFICE

56, PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER.

I.

II.

III.

BORROWED FEATHERS.

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CHAPTER I.

"THAT dreadful bell again, and I am almost certain I heard wheels

on the gravel! If it should be one of mamma's grandee friends, and

only Cinderella to answer the door! I have a great mind to let the

individual ring on until he or she is tired. To-morrow I will have all

the front blinds down until evening, then no one will think there is

anybody at home. And," added the speaker, "as, socially speaking, I am

nobody, they will be right."

Annette Clifford was talking to herself. She had two good reasons for

doing it, the first being that she had nobody else to talk to at the

time. The second, that being a bright lively girl possessed of great

intelligence, overflowing spirits, and a gregarious temperament, she

found it difficult to hold her tongue for hours together. During

most of the day she was all but alone in a large house, its only

other inmate being a make-shift servant, who, in addition to general

incapacity, was so deaf as to render any attempt at conversation

laborious.

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Whilst Annette thus communed with herself, she was also moving swiftly

and noiselessly towards a window whence she could command a view of the

person who was demanding admittance at the hall door.

There was a vehicle standing opposite to it, but it was a humble cab

instead of the dreaded carriage. There was luggage on the top, and the

driver was in the act of ringing the door bell a second time.

"Mamma and Laura, come back before their month is over," was Annette's

first thought, but the sight of a lady's face which belonged to neither

of the relatives named sent the girl flying to the entrance with all

possible speed.

Rushing past the cabman, and opening the door of the vehicle, she had

her arms round the neck of the solitary passenger in a moment.

"Aunty," exclaimed the girl. "Is it really you? It seems quite too good

to be true that you are actually here, and with boxes which indicate a

possible stay."

The new arrival smiled at Annette's vehemence, and returned her embrace

in the most affectionate manner.

"My stay depends upon yourself, dear child," she replied. "I know you

are in sole charge at present, and, from a whisper which reached me, I

am inclined to think that your domestic staff is below the average."

"Domestic staff! Why, aunty, I have neither staff nor crutch. Nothing

but a broken reed, on which I cannot lean for a single instant.

Nevertheless, 'I' am here, and I have a couple of fairly capable hands,

the work of which shall be devoted to insuring your comfort, whatever

else may be left undone."

Then turning to the cabman, Annette said, "Please get down the boxes

and bring them inside the hall."

The man obeyed, and then the girl seized some of the smaller matters

which were inside the vehicle, and saying, "Do come in, aunty, and let

me carry the rest," she tripped lightly into the house with her burden,

and soon returned for what remained.

"I suppose you will not want the larger things upstairs just yet, shall

you?" she asked. "This old man is not strong enough to carry them to

your bedroom unassisted, but when the boys come home, the boxes will

be whisked upstairs in a few seconds. Will you rest for a few minutes,

or go straight to your room? It is quite ready, though it would be

difficult for me to say what possessed me to see that it was kept so,

from day to day."

"I shall not want my boxes at present, dear; and I would rather go

straight to my room," replied Mrs. Worsley, the lady whom Annette

called "aunty," though she was no relation to the girl, only her

godmother. "But where is the 'reed' aforesaid? Surely she could

carry up my dressing bag, and the odds and ends with which you are

overloading yourself."

"The 'reed,' 'Sarah Jane,' by names—and she insists on being called by

both—is at this moment engaged in what she calls 'cleaning herself.'

The operation occupies most of each afternoon, and is unsatisfactory as

regards results. She goes upstairs with honest black patches about her

face, garments, and person generally. She comes down with an appearance

of profuse dinginess, which gives you the idea that the black patches

have been diluted by the application of water, and thus diffused over

a larger surface. Sarah Jane objects to soap, aunty—on her face, I

mean—as calculated to injure her complexion. The 'cleaning' process of

which she talks so much is, I think, done in chapters, and ought to be

continued."

The girl laughed merrily as she deposited her load in the bedroom. Then

she brought hot water, undid straps, and paid the welcome guest all the

little attentions which thoughtful love could suggest.

"Thank you, darling," said Mrs. Worsley. "You take care that I shall

not be conscious of any lack of servants." And drawing the girl's

glowing face to her own, she kissed it again and again.

Annette allowed her head to rest on her friend's breast for a few

moments. "It is very sweet to be petted now and then," she said, "but

I must not stay long now; that would be too selfish. Shall we have our

afternoon tea in the drawing-room or the den?"

"The den, by all means, dear; I will be down in a quarter of an hour,"

replied Mrs. Worsley.

After glancing round, to convince herself that she had done all in her

power for the guest's comfort, Annette went downstairs and removed

the pretty tea equipage from the state room to the smaller one, which

the younger members of the family usually occupied. Knowing that no

dependence was to be placed on Sarah Jane, Annette had taken care to

have everything ready for afternoon tea in case of callers, and a very

few minutes sufficed to arrange a tempting little meal for the tired

traveller. Cake and bread and butter were already on the table; to

these Annette added two or three daintily cut sandwiches, a couple of

peaches, and some cream.

The tea-table stood within a large bay window, one side of which was

open, and let in the sweet summer air, laden with the scent of roses. A

few flowers were in tiny vases up and down, just a bloom or two amid a

mass of variegated ivy leaves, like jewels in a setting of plain gold.

The tea equipage was pretty—a harlequin set made up from a collection

of fine old china. The kettle in which the water was boiling over a

spirit lamp was of massive silver, exquisitely chased, and everything

prepared for the visitor's entertainment suggested refinement and

loving thoughtfulness.

Yet the room and its furniture were emphatically shabby. Each article

had been good and handsome in its day, but the day was many a year

back. Even the fine engravings on the walls were in this room because

the frames had become too hopelessly dingy to permit of their remaining

in what Annette called the state apartments.

As Mrs. Worsley entered the den, she was first struck with its general

air of dilapidation, then charmed with the pretty picture presented by

that one little nook which held the tea equipage and Annette.

The girl's face was all aglow with happy anticipation, and she

exclaimed, "Come, aunty, dear, the tea is just in perfection, and

I hope you feel ready for it. Here are some sandwiches, which will

perhaps sustain nature until—I had nearly said dinner-time, but I must

own the truth. Having no cook, we have no formal dinners. The boys get

a substantial lunch in the middle of the day; I have something here,

and at seven we have a sort of mongrel meal, which combines dinner,

tea, and supper."

"I could wish nothing better than what you have prepared for me,

Nettie," said Mrs. Worsley. "Why, my dear, this is a meal for a

princess. How have you arranged and prepared all so quickly?"

"The tea-things were in the drawing-room, and the water had boiled

once, and only required a renewed blaze to make it boil again. I have

to exercise a little diplomacy seeing that I am at the head of domestic

affairs, but with nobody to obey orders."

"Not even the 'reed,' my dear?" asked Mrs. Worsley.

"Not even Sarah Jane, aunty. She hears, sometimes, in spite of her

deafness, but never obeys. And when she finds it inconvenient to hear,

her natural infirmity increases fourfold. There is always a possibility

of callers, in spite of mamma's absence, and I must be prepared to

entertain them thus far—" with a wave of the hand to indicate the tea

equipage. "Well, Sarah Jane and I are agreed on one subject, namely

that she is unpresentable to any caller of higher degree than the

butcher's boy. Should there be a ring at the hall door, Sarah Jane's

tousled head is pushed in at this, and she says,—

"'Please, miss, there's that door again, and I'm not fit to be seen.'

"I assent, for the fact is self-evident, and I answer the door myself,

trying the while to look as if I had been accidentally crossing the

hall, and recognised a friend in the applicant for admission. During

the afternoon, matters are easily managed. The tea-things are in the

drawing-room, the bread and butter cut and covered with a second plate,

so that it may not get dry, and so placed that I can whisk away the

upper plate unperceived. I do it so cleverly, aunty, that the operation

is like a conjuring trick. Then I lie in wait, sometimes indoors, at

others in the garden, the hall door being kept hospitably open. And if

people come, I meet them quite naturally, bring them in for rest and

tea, then stroll with them to the entrance if they are driving, to the

gate itself if they are pedestrians. I had only to bring the tea-things

from the other room to this, you see, aunty."

"And to cut the sandwiches, and gather the peaches, for I presume these

are not generally found on the tea-table. Well, my dear, you see how

thoroughly I appreciate these additions. I never felt more grateful for

a meal, or enjoyed one more than I am doing this. Now tell me how it is

I find you alone?"

"Mamma and Laura are at Scarborough, and the boys do not reach home

until nearly six. They still attend the Grammar School, and they have a

long walk home after the work is done."

"True, dear, but the servants—where are they? Your mamma keeps three

usually, does she not?"

"Two and a half. We have really only two efficient servants, and a girl

who does the most disagreeable items of household work, and waits upon

and is scolded by the other two," replied Annette, promptly.

"Where are the efficients?" asked Mrs. Worsley.

"Bolton, the housemaid-waitress, is at Scarborough with mamma and

Laura, promoted for a full month to the dignity of ladies' maid."

Mrs. Worsley looked perplexed.

"I do not understand," she said. "I thought you told me in a letter

that Mrs. Clifford and your sister were staying at the principal hotel."

"They are. Mamma said that Scarborough lodgings in the only part that

she could possibly elect to stay in were extremely expensive, and that,

by arranging to remain the whole time at the hotel, she would be able

to make favourable terms. That, in fact, the cost of staying there

would not be much greater than in private rooms, to say nothing of the

isolation of lodgings and housekeeping worries which would be avoided."

"Then is Bolton at the hotel too?"

"Of course, aunty. She would be useless anywhere else," said Nettie.

"But Mrs. Clifford and Laura have no maid when at home! It seems so

strange to take one for a month to an expensive hotel, when—"

Mrs. Clifford paused. She was very nearly adding, "when they are always

complaining of poverty and the difficulty of making ends meet." She

might have further said, "and borrowing without troubling much as to

how or when the money will be repaid." But she did not say this. She

only stopped, and Annette took up the subject.

"When there is not much money to spare, aunty, you would say. It

is quite true. There is none to spare, but mamma is rather fond of

appearing 'en grande dame' when she is from home. Here, in spite of

narrow means and perpetual pinching, she is a great lady, you know. Was

she not Miss Heydon, of Heydon Hill, before she became Mrs. Clifford?

Everyone knows that in this neighbourhood, and knows, also, that she

was a great heiress before she married a handsome, penniless captain of

dragoons, who lived nearly long enough to leave his wife and children

in the same condition. Does it sound wicked to say so, aunty? I never

saw my father, you know, after I was three years old, and I have been

more accustomed to hear him blamed than lamented."

"Unfortunately this has been the case, dear," said Mrs. Worsley, "but I

presume you would not say this to any ordinary acquaintance?"

"Certainly not," replied Annette. "You are far better informed of all

these particulars than I am, and therefore I did not think my alluding

to them would matter in the least. Besides, you are a dear, true friend

to us all—best and dearest to me."

"I should like to prove myself one, Nettie," and the speaker laid her

hand caressingly on that of the girl. "Now tell me about Bolton. I

interrupted you."

"Mamma cannot quite forget what she was accustomed to have as a girl,

and she is unwilling to do without it still. When at the seaside, for

instance, she likes to see 'Mrs. and Miss Clifford and maid' in the

visitors' list. I sometimes wish she did not care so much for keeping

up appearances. She pays pretty dearly for that word 'maid,' and it is

but an empty sound after all. But I suppose it would be hard for her to

change," added Annette, meditatively.

"Now you have accounted for the absence of one efficient servant. Where

is the cook?"

"Oh! Williams is gone home for her annual holiday."

"Does your mamma give her the whole month?"

"No, aunty, a fortnight. Then Williams will come back, and, with Sarah

Jane's assistance, do some cleaning down before mamma's return. Mamma

hates an upset house, and thinks it is better to have such work done

when she and Laura are absent, so that everything may be in apple-pie

order when they come. By letting cook take her holidays now, we have

our whole available staff when we settle down in winter quarters.

Bolton has no friends she cares to go and see, so her stay at the

seaside with mamma, as maid, gives her a double holiday."

"There is still the half—the girl, to be accounted for."

"She was not even half efficient, so as mamma would have parted with

her soon in any case, she said she might as well go before she and

Laura went away. Sarah Jane was sure she could manage by herself, and

mamma said she might try."

The girl gave a weary little sigh, though the expression of her

face was humorous enough. In fact, Sarah Jane's eccentricities and

incapacity served one good purpose. They kept Annette alive by giving

her food for fun. During the day, she carefully garnered every

experience, and, despite her daily difficulties, met the boys with a

bright face, and furnished material for laughter with the evening meal.

"When do you expect Williams?" asked Mrs. Worsley.

"On Friday evening, and on that day, the boys' vacation begins. They

hope to enjoy it, for Colonel Cracroft has invited them to spend the

whole time at Fox Howe, his charming country home in the Lake district.

The boys—ours and the two Cracrofts—are to take little walking tours

between Mondays and Saturdays, weather permitting, and their own

inclinations being in harmony with the plan. But anybody who chooses

may stay at home, as it is to be Liberty Hall for the young people. I

wish I were going on tramp for days together, aunty. Girls do it now

as well as boys, and the Cracrofts are so nice. But the colonel is a

widower with no daughters, or else, perhaps, he might have asked me,"

said Annette.

"Where are you going for your summer outing, dear?"

"Nowhere. When the boys are out of the way, I shall not be at home any

longer. The blinds will be down, and 'the family are away' will be

the reply should anyone, undeterred by the desolate appearance of the

premises, be rash enough to call."

At this moment there was a knock at the door, and Annette asked to be

excused for a few minutes, and left the room.

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