An Afternoon with Jean
If Patty had to rub her eyes rather vigorously with her pocket
handkerchief on Christmas morning, I think there was every excuse for
her. To be in a home which was not her own home seemed in some respects
almost harder than being at school, for however kind relations may
prove, they can never quite take the place of one's family on such a
festival as Christmas Day. There were, of course, no presents for Patty
from Kirkstone, nothing but a much-disinfected letter, which Aunt Lucy
viewed with great uneasiness, and insisted that her niece should throw
into the fire directly she had read it.
"I have such a horror of scarlet fever," she declared. "Neither Horace
nor Muriel has ever had it, and germs can certainly be conveyed through
notepaper. It will be wise, I think, to burn some sulphur pastilles in
the room, and you had better wash your hands, Patty, with carbolic
soap, as you have touched the letter. I hope your mother won't write to
you very often. It would be much safer simply to send telegrams to say
how the children are getting on. I'd really rather you didn't receive
postcards from Milly."
"But Milly is quite well, and doesn't go near the ones who are ill,"
pleaded Patty.
"She might develop the disease at any time, though," said Mrs. Pearson.
"It's wiser to run no risks. I shall write to your father to-day, and
mention the matter."
To lose Milly's daily postcards was a sad blow.
"I'm sure it's not necessary," thought Patty. "Father is so careful; he
wouldn't let there be the slightest danger. Still, I suppose Aunt Lucy
is nervous, and of course when I'm staying here I can't have letters if
she's afraid of them. I do hope she'll let me go and have tea with Jean.
I shall be dreadfully disappointed if she says 'No'."
Jean's invitation was the event to which Patty looked forward most
during the holidays, but it was a little doubtful whether she would be
allowed to accept it, as, though they did not live far away, the
Bannermans were not personal friends of Mr. and Mrs. Pearson. A letter
arrived one morning from Jean, addressed to Muriel, asking both the
girls to tea on the following Thursday, and, to Patty's dismay, her
cousin at once declared that she did not intend to go.
"Jean Bannerman's all very well at school, but I really don't want to
know her during the holidays," said Muriel. "I see quite as much of her
at The Priory as I want. Do you think we need accept, Mother?"
"Well, darling, I must think about it," said Mrs. Pearson. "I have never
been introduced to Mrs. Bannerman, and I don't usually let you go to
houses where I don't visit myself. Still, on the other hand, I shouldn't
like you to disappoint your schoolfellow or hurt her feelings."
"She won't be disappointed; she doesn't care about me in the least,"
said Muriel.
"Then why does she ask you?"
"I'm sure I don't know," replied Muriel, who never paused to consider
that the invitation was also for Patty, and to consult her wishes on the
subject of accepting it.
"I hardly know what excuse we can give," said Mrs. Pearson doubtfully.
"We must give some," persisted Muriel, "because the Holdens said they
were going to ask me for Thursday, and I particularly want to go there.
I expect I shall hear from Trissie this evening. Can't we wait till
to-morrow to answer Jean's letter?"
Muriel's expected invitation arrived the following morning, and
furnished her with the excuse she needed for refusing the one from Jean.
"I shall write to her and say we can't either of us accept," she said
decisively.
"Because you are both engaged for that afternoon," added Mrs. Pearson.
"Well, the Holdens haven't invited Patty," said Muriel, "but of course
it doesn't matter."
"If I ask Mrs. Holden to include her in the invitation, I am sure she
will do so," said Mrs. Pearson.
"If it won't make too many," began Muriel, frowning at the suggestion.
"Oh, Aunt Lucy!" cried Patty, waxing bold, "if the Holdens haven't
really sent me an invitation, may I have tea with Jean instead? I should
so like to go."
"It would certainly be a good way out of the difficulty," said Mrs.
Pearson. "I think that will be quite the best plan. You had better
write, Muriel, and say that you have an engagement yourself, but your
cousin will be pleased to accept."
Patty had never expected such luck as to be able to spend a whole
afternoon with Jean without Muriel accompanying her, and she found it
quite difficult to repress her delight. The time fixed was three
o'clock, and punctual to the moment she started off, under the escort of
one of the servants, to walk to the Bannermans' house, which was only a
short distance from Thorncroft. Jean was watching for her at the window,
and flew to the front door to welcome her.
"Here you are at last!" she exclaimed, when her friend was safely inside
the hall. "I'm simply rejoiced to have you all to myself! I was obliged
to ask Muriel too, but I'm so glad she couldn't come. Now we'll have a
glorious time. Come into the drawing-room to see Mother, and then we'll
go upstairs to my bedroom. I have ever so many things I want to show
you."
Jean was the fortunate possessor of a particularly pretty little
bedroom. It was furnished partly as a sitting-room, and a fire had been
lighted there that afternoon, so that the two girls might indulge in a
private chat. Patty sank into a cosy basket chair, but she did not stay
there long, as she kept jumping up to look at the many treasures which
decorated the walls, and about most of which Jean seemed to have some
story to tell. Over the mantelpiece hung a fine pair of ram's horns that
had been polished and mounted on an oak slab.
"They came from Scotland," said Jean, "and they're a souvenir of an
adventure that Colin and I had when we were staying at our Uncle's."
"What happened?"
"We went out one day for a walk by ourselves on the hills. We had
wandered a long way, and climbed over a stone wall into a field, when
suddenly we heard a curious noise, and saw an old ram stamping its feet
at us. 'We'd better run,' said Colin. 'It'll be after us in a moment;'
and just as he spoke, the ram set off as fast as it could in our
direction. You can imagine how we rushed down the hill. The ram looked
so fierce, we were dreadfully frightened, and I thought perhaps it would
gore us like a bull. At the bottom of the field there was a stream.
Colin called to me to get across by the stones, and I tried, but I was
in such a hurry that my foot slipped, and I fell into quite a deep pool
up to my waist. The ram seemed at first as if it meant to follow me, for
it came a little way into the water; but it changed its mind, and turned
round and went up the hill again. Colin fished me out of the water, but
I was dreadfully wet, and so out of breath with running, I felt as if I
couldn't walk home; so he took me to a farm close by, and the people
dried my clothes. They were very kind, especially when they heard about
the ram. They said it was really a savage one, and it might have hurt
us if it had caught us. They were obliged to kill it that autumn, and
they sent the horns to Uncle as a present; and he had them mounted, and
gave them to me. When I see them hanging there, I often remember how
fast Colin and I ran that day."
"I should think you have splendid times in Scotland."
"So we do. We go there nearly every summer, and stay either with
Grandfather or one of our uncles. When we're at Grandfather's we have to
go to church on Sunday in the boat across the loch. It's so nice,
especially if we go to the evening service, and row back just at sunset.
Then on weekdays we go fishing. I caught a salmon all by myself last
year. I was so proud. Grandfather didn't touch my line, he only told me
what to do. We took a photo. of the salmon, and I had it framed. It's
there, hanging on the wall. You must look at it, and at some of my other
pictures."
"I like that picture best," said Patty, smiling, and pointing to a
corner where there was a little stained-glass window opening on to the
landing. Against the outside of this two noses were flattened, and two
pairs of eyes were plainly visible gazing into the room with deep
interest, while a peculiar noise, something between giggling and
snorting, seemed to indicate that the owners of the eyes and noses were
making an effort to subdue their mirth.
"Nell and Jamie!" cried Jean, springing up in a hurry. "They are the
most outrageous children!"
There was a loud scuffle, the sound of a falling chair and of flying
footsteps, and by the time Jean reached the door no one was to be seen,
though a doll, dropped in the hurried flight, afforded some evidence of
the intruders.
"I suppose they wanted to peep at you," said Jean. "Mother told them
they must be good this afternoon, and not bother if I wanted to have you
to myself. As a rule they cling to me like burs from morning till
night."
"Oh, do let us go to see them!" said Patty.
"Very well, but you don't know what you're undertaking," said Jean,
leading the way to the nursery. "You won't get rid of them all the rest
of the time you're here."
Nell and Jamie proved to be roguish-looking little people of seven and
five, with round, pink, dimpled cheeks, and crops of beautiful thick
auburn curls. They were the babies of the household, and Patty could see
that Jean, though she affected to find them troublesome, was secretly
immensely proud of them, and pleased to have an opportunity of showing
them to her friend. They were not at all shy; both climbed readily upon
the visitor's knees, and began to talk in a most friendly fashion.
"We're going to be very good," announced Jamie, whose small fingers were
busy examining Patty's brooch and locket. "We're not going to do
anything we oughtn't."
"So you say," said Jean, "but you haven't asked Patty if she likes her
locket opened. Be careful, Jamie! You'll break the hinge if you bend it
back. Don't let him, Patty! Put him down if he's a nuisance."
"I like to nurse him," said Patty. "He reminds me of my little brother
Rowley. I think I'll take off the locket and put it in my pocket, and
then it can't come to any harm. What a heavy boy you are, Jamie, for
your age! I'm sure you weigh as much as Nell."
"'Cause I eat more," said Jamie. "I can always win when we have bread
and butter races at tea. How do you like my new blouse? Nurse only
finished it half an hour ago. She made it on purpose because you were
coming. She said I had nothing else to put on."
"Oh, Jamie, I'm sure she didn't!" exclaimed Jean. "You have a whole
drawer full of clean blouses."
"They're all dirty now, every one," confided Nell. "He had on five
yesterday, and two this morning. He spilt his porridge down one at
breakfast, and he nursed Floss in the other. She had just come in from
the garden, and her paws were so muddy."
"I'm afraid he's a handful!" said Patty, kissing the pretty little
fellow who clung round her neck in such a coaxing manner.
"He certainly is," said Jean. "What do you think he did last Sunday? He
had promised to be extra good in church, and he was so quiet, we thought
he was behaving beautifully, and then I looked, and found he was rubbing
his face along the hot-water pipes, and had made black smears all across
his cheeks, and on his white sailor collar. He's an extremely naughty
boy sometimes, I can assure you. Nell, I wish you'd go and find Colin.
He wants to see you, Patty, very much; but he's so dreadfully shy with
girls, I don't know whether we shall be able to persuade him to come
into the room after all."
Nell returned in a few minutes, hauling the bashful and unwilling Colin
by the hand. He was a boy of thirteen, like Jean in appearance, and
rather gruff and abrupt in his manners, until he found that Patty was
not so formidable as he had imagined, and that she had a brother the
same age as himself, who had also won a prize for the long jump at his
school sports.
"Colin's still at a preparatory," explained Jean, "but he's to go to a
public school next year, either Marlborough or Rugby--Father can't quite
decide which."
"Which would you rather?" enquired Patty.
"Rugby, because a fellow I know is there," replied Colin, decisively.
"I shall go to Rugby too, when Colin does," announced Jamie confidently.
"No, thanks! I wouldn't take you with those curls. You may go to The
Priory with Jean," said Colin teasingly.
"Would you take me without my curls?"
"They'd certainly have to shear you first."
"Then I'll cut them off now, my own self!" cried Jamie, jumping from
Patty's knee and rummaging in his nurse's workbasket for her scissors,
which his sister promptly took away from him.
"Look here, Curlylocks!" she said. "If you cut your hair you won't get
any more chocolates. No, not a single one ever again. I should give them
all to Nell to eat instead. It's quite true. I mean it. I do indeed."
"I don't want to go to school yet," declared Nell. "Jean says you have
to sit so still in class, and not even whisper. Miss Thornton tells me
to run six times round the room when I begin to get tired."
"I'm afraid Miss Harper wouldn't let us do that, however much we might
fidget," laughed Patty. "I should like to see her face if we suggested
it. Is Miss Thornton your governess?"
"Yes; she comes every morning, but we're having holidays now. I like
holidays best."
"So do most people," said Jean; "but it's not much of a holiday for
anybody to sit nursing two big children. Come along, Patty! I want Colin
to show you his birds' eggs. He's got quite a nice collection."
"Us too!" cried the little ones, holding out beseeching hands. "We won't
touch a thing."
Colin, however, was firm in his refusal.
"No, thank you," he said. "I'd as soon let Floss loose among my birds'
eggs as trust you two."
"But we'd promise."
"I don't believe your promises. You'd break them in three seconds, and
the eggs as well. You smashed all those I gave you last term. Here, you
may have this blue chalk pencil and draw pictures. Don't quarrel over it
more than you can help."
The collection of birds' eggs was kept downstairs, so, leaving Nell and
Jamie in the nursery, the girls went with Colin to the breakfast-room,
where there were Jean's foreign stamps to look at afterwards, and a
large album full of picture postcards. Mr. Bannerman came in for tea,
and was so pleasant and jovial and full of fun, that he entertained them
all for more than half an hour with his jokes and stories. He had
travelled much in his youth, and had many tales to tell of wild
adventures in far-off countries, or amusing experiences nearer home. He
joined afterwards in playing games, in which the little ones were also
included; and the time passed away so quickly, that Patty could scarcely
believe it was eight o'clock when Aunt Lucy's maid arrived to fetch her
home.
"I expect you had a stupid afternoon," said Muriel, on her return, "one
of those tiresome duty visits that have to be paid now and then, worse
luck!"
"On the contrary, I enjoyed it immensely," said Patty.
"Why, what did you do? I can't imagine there'd be anything exciting at
the Bannermans'."
"Oh! we played games, and looked at birds' eggs, and postcards, and
things."
"That doesn't sound interesting in the least. You should have been at
the Holdens'. They have a pianola and a gramophone, and we were trying
over all the new pantomime songs."
"I liked being with Jean."
"I don't know what you see in Jean. I think she's a most stupid,
commonplace girl. I'm not at all anxious to be friends with her in
Waverton, and I'm very glad I couldn't go to-day. You were welcome to my
share of the visit if you enjoyed it, but please don't suggest to Mother
to invite her back, because we haven't an afternoon free, and I'd rather
not ask her if we had!"