'O Charlie, Charlie!' almost sobbing, and still grasping his arm tight.
'Oh, I say!' and he stood with open mouth staring at her.
'O Charlie! take me home!'
'Yes, yes; come along!--Get off with you, fellows!' he added--turning round upon the other boys, who were beginning to stare--and exclaimed, 'It's nothing but our Kate!'
Oh! what a thrill there was in hearing those words; and the boys, who were well-behaved and gentlemanly, were not inclined to molest her. So she hurried on, holding Charles's arm for several steps, till they were out of the hubbub, when he turned again and stared, and again exclaimed, 'I say!' all that he could at present utter; and Kate looked at his ruddy face and curly head, and dusty coat and inky collar, as if she would eat him for very joy.
'I say!' and this time he really did say, 'Where are the rest of them?'
'At home, aren't they?'
'What, didn't they bring you in?'
'Oh no!'
'Come, don't make a tomfoolery of it; that's enough. I shall have all the fellows at me for your coming up in that way, you know. Why couldn't you shake hands like anyone else?'
'O Charlie, I couldn't help it! Please let us go home!'
'Do you mean that you aren't come from there?'
'No,' said Kate, half ashamed, but far more exultant, and hanging down her head; 'I came from London--I came by myself. My aunt wanted me to tell a story, and--and I have run away. O Charlie! take me home!' and with a fresh access of alarm, she again threw her arms round him, as if to gain his protection from some enemy.
'Oh, I say!' again he cried, looking up the empty street and down again, partly for the enemy, partly to avoid eyes; but he only beheld three dirty children and an old woman, so he did not throw her off roughly. 'Ran away!' and he gave a great whistle.
'Yes, yes. My aunt shut me up because I would not tell a story,' said Kate, really believing it herself. 'Oh, let us get home, Charlie, do.'
'Very well, if you won't throttle a man; and let me get Tony in here,' he added, going on a little way towards a small inn stable- yard.
'Oh, don't go,' cried Kate, who, once more protected, could not bear to be left alone a moment; but Charlie plunged into the yard, and came back not only with the pony, but with a plaid, and presently managed to mount Kate upon the saddle, throwing the plaid round her so as to hide the short garments and long scarlet stockings, that were not adapted for riding, all with a boy's rough and tender care for the propriety of his sister's appearance.
'There, that will do,' said he, holding the bridle. 'So you found it poor fun being My Lady, and all that.'
'Oh! it was awful, Charlie! You little know, in your peaceful retirement, what are the miseries of the great.'
'Come, Kate, don't talk bosh out of your books. What did they do to you? They didn't lick you, did they?'
'No, no; nonsense,' said Kate, rather affronted; 'but they wanted to make me forget all that I cared for, and they really did shut me up because I said I would not write a falsehood to please them! They did, Charlie!' and her eyes shone.
'Well, I always knew they must be a couple of horrid old owls,' began Charlie.
'Oh! I didn't mean Aunt Jane,' said Kate, feeling a little compunction. 'Ah!' with a start and scream, 'who is coming?' as she heard steps behind them.
'You little donkey, you'll be off! Who should it be but Armyn?'
For Armyn generally overtook his brother on a Saturday, and walked home with him for the Sunday.
Charles hailed him with a loud 'Hollo, Armyn! What d'ye think I've got here?'
'Kate! Why, how d'ye do! Why, they never told me you were coming to see us.'
'They didn't know,' whispered Kate.
'She's run away, like a jolly brick!' said Charlie, patting the pony vehemently as he made this most inappropriate comparison.
'Run away! You don't mean it!' cried Armyn, standing still and aghast, so much shocked that her elevation turned into shame; and Charles answered for her -
'Yes, to be sure she did, when they locked her up because she wouldn't tell lies to please them. How did you get out, Kittens? What jolly good fun it must have been!'
'Is this so, Kate?' said Armyn, laying his hand on the bridle; and his displeasure roused her spirit of self- defence, and likewise a sense of ill-usage.
'To be sure it is,' she said, raising her head indignantly. 'I would not be made to tell fashionable falsehoods; and so--and so I came home, for Papa to protect me:' and if she had not had to take care to steady herself on her saddle, she would have burst out sobbing with vexation at Armyn's manner.
'And no one knew you were coming?' said he.
'No, of course not; I slipped out while they were all in confabulation in Aunt Jane's room, and they were sure not to find me gone till dinner time, and if they are very cross, not then.'
'You go on, Charlie,' said Armyn, restoring the bridle to his brother; 'I'll overtake you by the time you get home.'
'What are you going to do?' cried boy and girl with one voice.
'Well, I suppose it is fair to tell you,' said Armyn. 'I must go and telegraph what is become of you.'
There was a howl and a shriek at this. They would come after her and take her away, when she only wanted to be hid and kept safe; it was a cruel shame, and Charles was ready to fly at his brother and pommel him; indeed, Armyn had to hold him by one shoulder, and say in the voice that meant that he would be minded, 'Steady, boy I-- I'm very sorry, my little Katie; it's a melancholy matter, but you must have left those poor old ladies in a dreadful state of alarm about you, and they ought not to be kept in it!'
'Oh! but Armyn, Armyn, do only get home, and see what Papa says.'
'I am certain what he will say, and it would only be the trouble of sending someone in, and keeping the poor women in a fright all the longer. Besides, depend on it, the way to have them sending down after you would be to say nothing. Now, if they hear you are safe, you are pretty secure of spending to-morrow at least with us. Let me go, Kate; it must be done. I cannot help it.'
Even while he spoke, the kind way of crossing her will was so like home, that it gave a sort of happiness, and she felt she could not resist; so she gave a sigh, and he turned back.
How much of the joy and hope of her journey had he not carried away with him! His manner of treating her exploit made her even doubt how his father might receive it; and yet the sight of old scenes, and the presence of Charlie, was such exceeding delight, that it seemed to kill off all unpleasant fears or anticipations; and all the way home it was one happy chatter of inquiries for everyone, of bits of home news, and exclamations at the sight of some well-known tree, or the outline of a house remembered for some adventure; the darker the twilight the happier her tongue. The dull suburb, all little pert square red-brick houses, with slated roofs and fine names, in the sloppiness of a grey November day, was dear to Kate; every little shop window with the light streaming out was like a friend; and she anxiously gazed into the rough parties out for their Saturday purchases, intending to nod to anyone she might know, but it was too dark for recognitions; and when at length they passed the dark outline of the church, she was silent, her heart again bouncing as if it would beat away her breath and senses. The windows were dark; it was a sign that Evening Service was just over. The children turned in at the gate, just as Armyn overtook them. He lifted Kate off her pony. She could not have stood, but she could run, and she flew to the drawing-room. No one was there; perhaps she was glad. She knew the cousins would be dressing for tea, and in another moment she had torn open Sylvia's door.
Sylvia, who was brushing her hair, turned round. She stared--as if she had seen a ghost. Then the two children held out their arms, and rushed together with a wild scream that echoed through the house, and brought Mary flying out of her room to see who was hurt! and to find, rolling on her sister's bed, a thing that seemed to have two bodies and two faces glued together, four legs, and all its arms and hands wound round and round.
'Sylvia! What is it? Who is it? What is she doing to you?' began Mary; but before the words were out of her mouth, the thing had flown at her neck, and pulled her down too; and the grasp and the clinging and the kisses told her long before she had room or eyes or voice to know the creature by. A sort of sobbing out of each name between them was all that was heard at first.
At last, just as Mary was beginning to say, 'My own own Katie! how did you come--' Mr. Wardour's voice on
