The Heavenly Twins. Grand Sarah

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      … but if I could understand

       What you are, root and all, and all in all,

       I should know what God and man is.

      And from this time forward there is less literature and more life in the

       "Commonplace Book."

CHAPTER VI.

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      Mr. and Lady Adeline Hamilton-Wells, with the inevitable twins, came constantly to Fraylingay while Evadne was in the schoolroom, and generally during the holidays, that she might be at liberty to look after the twins, whose moral obliquities she was supposed to be able to control better than anybody else. They once told their mother that they liked Evadne, "because she was so good"; and Lady Adeline had a delicious moment of hope. If the twins had begun to appreciate goodness they would be better themselves directly, she was thinking, when Diavolo exclaimed: "We can shock her easier than anybody," and hope died prematurely. They had been a source of interest, and also of some concern to Evadne from the first. She took a grave view of their vagaries, and entertained doubts on the subject of their salvation should an "all-wise Providence" catch them peering into a sewer, resolve itself into a poisonous gas, and cut them off suddenly—a fate which had actually overtaken a small brother of her own who was not a good little boy either—a fact which was the cause of much painful reflection to Evadne. She understood all about the drain and the poisonous gas, but she could not fit in the "all-wise Providence acting only for the best," which was introduced as primary agent in the sad affair by "their dear Mr. Campbell," as her mother called him, in "a most touching and strengthening" discourse he delivered from the pulpit on the subject. If Binny were naughty—and Binny was naughty beyond all hope of redemption, according to the books; there could be no doubt about that, for he not only committed one, but each and every sin sufficient in itself for condemnation, all in one day, too, when he could, and twice over if there were time. He disobeyed orders. He fought cads. He stole apples. He told lies—in fact, he preferred to tell lies; truth had no charm for him. And all these things he was in the habit of doing regularly to the best of his ability when he was "cut off"; and how such an end could be all for the best, if the wicked must perish, and it is not good to perish, was the puzzle. There was something she could not grasp of a contradictory nature in it all that tormented her. The doctrine of Purgatory might have been a help, but she had not heard of it.

      She told the twins the story of Binny's sad end once in the orthodox way, as a warning, but the warning was the only part of it which failed to impress them. "And do you know," she said solemnly, "there were some green apples found in his pockets after he was dead, actually!"

      "What a pity!" Diavolo exclaimed. If they had been found in his stomach it would have been so much more satisfactory. "How did he get the apples? Off the tree or out of the storeroom?"

      "I don't know," said Evadne.

      "They wouldn't have green apples in the storeroom," Angelica thought.

      "Oh, yes, they might," Diavolo considered. "Those big cooking fellows, you know—they're green enough."

      "But they're not nice," said Angelica.

      "No, but you don't think of that till you've got them," was the outcome of

       Diavolo's experience. "Is your storeroom on the ground floor?" he asked

       Evadne.

      "No," she answered.

      "Is there a creeper outside the window?" he pursued.

      "No, creepers won't grow because a big lime tree hangs it."

      The children exchanged glances.

      "I shouldn't have made that room a storeroom," said Angelica. "Lime trees bring flies. There's something flies like on the leaves."

      "But any tree will bring flies if you smear the leaves with sweet stuff," said Diavolo. "You remember that copper-beech outside papa's dressing room window, Angelica?"

      "Yes," she said thoughtfully. "He had to turn out of his dressing room this summer; he couldn't stand them."

      "But was Binny often caught, Evadne?" Diavolo asked.

      "Often," she said.

      "And punished?"

      "Always."

      "But I suppose he had generally eaten the apples?" Angelica suggested anxiously.

      "It's better to eat them at once," sighed Diavolo. "Did you say he did everything he was told not to do?"

      "Yes."

      "I expect when he was told not to do a thing he could not think of anything else until he had done it," said Angelica.

      "And now he's in heaven," Diavolo speculated, looking up through the window with big bright eyes pathetically.

      The twins thought a good deal about heaven in their own way. Lady Adeline did not like them to be talked to on the subject. They were indefatigable explorers, and it was popularly supposed that only the difficulty of being present at an inquest on their own bodies, which they would have thoroughly enjoyed, had kept them so far from trying to obtain a glimpse of the next world. They discovered the storeroom at Fraylingay half an hour after they had discussed the improving details of Binny's exciting career, and had found it quite easy of access by means of the available lime tree. They both suffered a good deal that night, and they thought of Binny. "But there's nothing in our pockets, that's one comfort," Diavolo exclaimed suddenly, to the astonishment of his mother, who was sitting up with him. Angelica heaved a sigh of satisfaction.

      Evadne's patience with the twins was wonderful. She always took charge of them cheerfully on wet days and in other times of trouble, and managed them with infinite tact.

      "How do you do it, my dear?" Lady Adeline asked. "Do you talk to them and tell them stories?"

      "No," said Evadne, "I don't talk much; I—just don't lose sight of them—or interfere—if I can possibly help it."

      The twins had no reverence for anything or anybody. One day they were in Evadne's little sitting room which overlooked the courtyard. It was an antechamber to her bedroom, and peculiarly her own by right of primogeniture. Nobody ever thought of going there without her special permission—except, of course, the twins; but even they assumed hypocritical airs of innocent apology for accidental intrusion when they wanted to make things pleasant for themselves.

      On this particular occasion Evadne was sitting beside her little work-table busy with her needle, and the twins were standing together looking out of the window.

      "There's papa," said Diavolo.

      "He's going for a ride," said Angelica.

      "Doesn't he mount queerly?" Diavolo observed. "He'd be safer in a bath chair."

      "Not if we were wheeling him," Angelica suggested, with a chuckle.

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