CHAPTER XIX.

While I was thus thinking my dear companions returned from their search

which had been very successful. I kissed and thanked them all for their

pretty thoughts and comforting words, and told them how much good they

had done me, and how, for this once I must show them all to Madame and

Schillie, that they might derive the same pleasure from them that I did,

to which Sybil, as spokeswoman for all, gave a smiling blushing consent,

and, though they did not read them just then, yet I may as well say that

Madame could not sufficiently express her admiration of these innocent

Sermons, and got leave from me and them to copy them into a book of her

own; and, whenever she was ill or out of spirits, we always saw the

little marble-covered book, containing them, brought out and regularly

studied.

Schillie, in a more characteristic manner, expressed her approbation,

saying that they were all good worthy children, and they wrote much

better Sermons than most she had heard, for, besides being greatly to

the point, they were extremely short.

And, now to return to the caverns. They had found a perfect series of

comfortable places, as they called them, some being connected with

others, so that we could go from one to the other without being exposed

to the wet.

We had another severe storm that night, but the next day we worked and

stowed everything away as well as we could. The old original cavern,

being to Oscar's great delight the receptacle for the gunpowder and

ammunition, more because it was the furthest from the others than from

any particular wish to oblige him. Every now and then in the midst of

our arrangements we had a severe storm, generally accompanied with

thunder and lightning. To be exposed to one for only a few minutes

wetted us quite through, therefore not wishing to lose a moment of such

precious time, it was not until late in the evening that we changed or

rested. At the end of three days we had done wonders, but had nearly

done ourselves up also. That morning there was no sun; nothing but

continual pouring down of rain all day, and so it continued for a

fortnight. During this time we made ourselves more comfortable in the

three caverns, which communicated with each other; one of which was very

dark and close. The lighter ones we used all day, but they smelt damp

and unwholesome, and the children began to grow pale, and become

restless. Besides our food was but indifferent; no fruit or vegetables,

or fish. Eggs we had in abundance from the chickens and ducks we had

brought with us, and which had scarcely ceased laying since we arrived,

so much did they thrive in this luxuriant island. The evenings were very

tedious, and we had to invent all sorts of games which would at once

amuse them, and yet be exercise also.

Felix and Winny were both attacked with ague, and Madame had so bad a

cough no lessons could be done. I wondered at first, on hearing Gatty's

eager enquiries every morning after Madame, until I accidently heard in

answer by Hargrave that Madame had not slept during the night, "All

right, girls, the cough is delightfully bad." This put me and Schillie

upon employing our spare time in teaching them ourselves, which

announcement was at first received rather coldly; but they derived such

infinite amusement from our inaptness to the business that they were

quite impatient if anything prevented us performing this office. With

the utmost gravity and demureness Gatty would bring me the same lesson

to repeat every day; and though I must, in justice to myself, allow that

I thought it must be the easiest book in the world, it seemed all the

same thing, I was too innocent to imagine she was amusing herself at my

expense. How long I should have gone on I know not, but her exquisite

delight at my simplicity was too great to be kept in, she told her own

secret amidst the laughter of all, her dupe being one of the most

amused. Sybil and Serena took equal liberties, all more from the love of

fun than real delinquency, so that during our reign lessons were at a

premium. Schillie undertook writing and summing, and as she was always

mending pens and cutting pencils, holding one or other between her lips,

she was often not in a condition to reprimand by words, consequently a

tap on the head, a blow on the cheek, a pinch on the arm, generally

expressed her disapprobation. Moreover, she was very impatient if the

sums were done wrong, and exclaiming, "Good lack, what young noodles,"

would do the sums again herself, instead of making the delinquents

correct them. This plan I pronounced with great dignity as highly

improper; she, in dudgeon, said I was a noodle too, and we came to high

words, much to the delight and gratification of our pupils.

But Sybil and Serena delighted in drawing her out while they were all

three reading aloud to her in turns their English History. Then warmed

with her subject, delighting in all the political and historical

details, she would take the book from their hands, and enter into long

discussions, her strong whig principles startling the two bred and born

tory girls into sufficient argument and opposition to give piquancy and

eloquence to her words as they flowed rapidly from her lips. During

these periods, Gatty, who only cared to get done as quick as possible

what she was obliged to do, and thought all these digressions a great

bore, employed her idle fingers in whatever mischief lay within her

reach. If she had no pocket handkerchief to twist into holes, it took

her but a few minutes to dog-ear a whole book; or, probably, the

energetic discussion and the attentive listeners would be interrupted

by a sudden crash, proclaiming the tearing of something, and each would

instinctively look round for their handkerchiefs; or she would collect

little animals, like ants, spiders, or flies, and, having got a handful,

would empty them over one of the three; in fact, she would do anything

to put an end to the discussion, that they might finish their allotted

task and get it over. Then in wrath Schillie would turn round and

exclaim, "You idle young monkey, why don't you go on with your reading?"

_Gatty_ (demurely).--"If you please, little Mother, we can't."

_Schillie._--"Cannot! What stops you, I should like to know? Nothing but

your own laziness, keeping me waiting here all day."

_Gatty_ (still more meekly).--"If you please, little Mother, you have

got the book."

_Schillie._--"Got the book! Who wants to keep your book? I am sure I

don't; I only wish to have done with you as soon as possible."

_Gatty._--"If you please, little Mother, you stopped us to talk about

those people."

_Schillie._--"Those people indeed! You who ought to be more interested

in such characters than the other girls, because your Father's name will

be handed down to posterity in the same manner. I am quite done up with

you being such an owlet, Gatty."

_Gatty._--"If you please, little Mother, I don't care about them at all.

They are all dead, and they are nothing to me, and I only wish they had

not lived, and then we should not have had such a long History of

England to read through."

Such speeches were too much for Schillie's fortitude, and Gatty's

sparkling eyes showed how successful her man[oe]uvres were in being

dismissed at once, "as too stupid to be borne with."

Sometimes I handed over the little girls to her to say their lessons,

and they were invariably dismissed before they could have said half of

them. And when I enquired the reason thereof, "Poor little victims," she

answered, "what is the use of addling their brains with such a cart load

of lessons, one more silly than another. As if they could not order a

much better dinner than is mentioned in this French phrase book, and all

that trumpery poetry; and their geography book is the stupidest I ever

saw, as if they did not all know what an island is. It's my opinion they

will know too well what an island is, without learning it in a book."

With the boys she got on pretty well, except hurting Felix's feelings

now and then by saying, "Now learn your book, and don't eat it this

time," which allusion generally caused a tear or two, he having a well

very near his eyes.

None of the young ones were anxious to give up their new governesses,

but they, on the contrary, hailed the return of fine weather with great

joy.

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