Hollyhock: A Spirit of Mischief. Meade L. T.

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      'You are a very impertinent girl; but as my dress happens to fasten behind, and the people in this house are all foolish, I suppose I had better get you to help me. No, my hair is my own. You must make it look as well as you can. Do you understand back-combing?'

      'Lawk a mercy, ma'am! I never heard tell o' such a thing; and speakin' o' my master and his family as fules is beyond a'. However, Miss Jasmine, the darlin', she comes to me and she says in her coaxin' way, "Mak' the auld leddy comfy, Magsie;" and I 'd risk mony a danger to please Miss Jasmine.'

      'There isn't any Miss Jasmine. Her name is Lucy.'

      'Ah, weel, ma'am, ca' the bonnie lass what ye like. Now stand up and let me at ye. That's the gown. My word! thae thistles are fine. Hoots! ye needna mind wearin' that gown, auld as ye be. The thistle 'll do its part.'

      'I do wish, girl, you'd atop talking,' said Miss Delacour, and Magsie of the black hair and black eyes and glowing complexion glanced at her new mistress and thought it prudent to obey.

      She did manage to arrange Miss Delacour's hair 'brawly,' as she called it, for, as it proved, she had a real talent for hairdressing, and the good lady inwardly resolved to train this ignorant Margaret for the school.

      She went downstairs presently in her thistle dress. The five little girls were clad very simply all in white. The five boys wore Eton jackets, and looked what they were, most gentlemanly young fellows. Mrs Constable, in a pale shade of gray, was altogether charming; and nothing could excel the courteous manners of George Lennox.

      Every one was inclined to be kind to the stranger, and as it was the stranger's intention to make a good impression on account of her scheme, she led the conversation at dinner, ignoring the ten children, and devoting herself to her brother-in-law and Mrs Constable.

      When Miss Delacour was not present there were always wild games, not to say romps, after dinner, but she seemed in some extraordinary way to put an extinguisher on the candle of their fun. So deeply was this manifest that Mrs Constable went back to The Paddock with her five boys shortly after dinner; and Mr Lennox, seeing that he must make the best of things, gave a hint to Jasmine that they had better leave him alone with their mother's half-sister.

      The boys had groaned audibly at this ending of their evening's fun. Hollyhock looked defiant and even wicked; but when daddy whispered to her, 'The sooner she lets out her scheme, the sooner I can get rid of her,' the little girls ran upstairs hand-in-hand, all of them singing at the top of their voices:

      And fare thee weel, my only Luve,

      And fare thee weel a while!

      And I will come again, my Luve,

      Tho' it were ten thousand mile.'

      CHAPTER IV.

      THE PALACE OF THE KINGS

      Miss Agnes Delacour was the last person to let the grass grow under her feet. She, as she expressed it to herself, 'cornered' her brother-in-law as soon as the five little girls tripped off to bed. There was nothing, she said inwardly, like taking the bull by the horns. Accordingly she attacked that ferocious beast in the form of quiet, courteous Mr Lennox with her usual energy.

      'George,' she said, 'you are angry with your poor sister.'

      'Oh, not at all,' he replied. 'Pray take a seat. This chair I can recommend as most comfortable.'

      Miss Agnes accepted the chair, but pursued her own course of reasoning.

      'You 're angry,' she continued, 'because I did not go to poor Lucy's funeral.'

      'We will let that matter drop,' said Lennox, his very refined face turning slightly pale.

      'But, my dear brother, we must not let it drop. It is my duty to protest, and to defend myself. There was a woman with cataract.'

      'Dear Agnes, I know that story so well. I am glad the woman recovered her sight.'

      'Then you are a good Christian man, George, and we are friends once again.'

      'We were never anything else,' said Lennox.

      'That being the case,' continued Miss Delacour, 'you will of course listen to the object of my mission here.'

      'I will listen, Agnes; but I do not say that I shall either comprehend or take an interest in your so-called mission.'

      'Ah, narrow, narrow man,' said Miss Delacour, shaking her plump finger playfully at her host as she spoke.

      'Am I narrow? I did not know it,' replied Lennox.

      'Fearfully so. Think of the way you are bringing up your girls.'

      'What is the matter with my lasses? I think them the bonniest and the best in the world.'

      'Poor misguided man! They are nothing of the sort.'

      'If you have come here, Agnes, to abuse Lucy's children, and mine, I would rather we dropped the subject. They have nothing to do with you. You have never until the present moment taken the slightest notice of them. They give me intense happiness. I think, perhaps, Agnes, seeing that we differ and have always differed in every particular, it might be as well for you to shorten your visit to The Garden.'

      'Thank you. That is the sort of speech a child reared by you has already made to me. She has, in fact, impertinent little thing, already asked me when I am going.'

      'Do you allude to Hollyhock?'

      'Now, George, is it wise – is it sensible to call those children after the flowers of the garden and the field? I assure you your manner of bringing up your family makes me sick– yes, sick!'

      'Oh, don't trouble about us,' said Lennox. 'We get on uncommonly well. They are my children, you know.'

      'And Lucy's,' whispered Miss Delacour, her voice slightly shaking.

      'I am very sorry to hurt you, Agnes; but Lucy herself – dear, sweet, precious Lucy – liked the idea of each of the children being called after a flower; not baptismally, of course, but in their home life. One of the very last things she said to me before she died was, "Call the little one Delphinium." Now, have we not talked enough on this, to me, most painful subject? My Lucy and I were one in heart and deed.'

      'Alas, alas!' said Miss Delacour. 'How hard it is to get men to understand! I knew Lucy longer than you. I brought her up; I trained her. The good that was in her she owed to me. She has passed on – a beautiful expression that– but I feel a voice within me saying – a voice which is her voice – "Agnes, remember my children. Agnes, think of my children. Do for them what is right. Remember their father's great weakness."'

      'Thanks,' replied Lennox. 'That voice in your breast did not come from Lucy.'

      Miss Delacour gave a short, sharp sigh.

      'Oh, the ignorance of men!' she exclaimed. 'Oh, the silly, false pride of men! They think themselves the very best in the world, whereas they are in reality a poor, very poor lot.'

      Lennox fidgeted in his chair.

      'How long will this lecture take?' he said. 'As a rule I go to bed early, as the children and I have a swim in the lake before breakfast each morning.'

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