'How wobegone he looks!' said she, as she whisked past, 'but never mind, Fred, the post must go some time or other.'
'It must be gone,' said Fred. 'I am sure we have been here above an hour!'
'Henrietta looks blue with cold, like an old hen obliged to follow her ducklings to the water!' observed Beatrice, again gliding near, and in the midst of her next circular sweep she chanted-
'Although their feet are pointed, and my feet are round,
Pray, is that any reason why I should be drowned?'
It was a great aggravation of Fred's calamities to be obliged to laugh, nor were matters mended by the sight of the party now advancing from the house, Jessie Carey, with three of the lesser boys.
'What news of Uncle Geoffrey?'
'I did not see him,' said Jessie: 'I think he was in the study, Uncle Roger went to him there.'
'No hope then!' muttered the unfortunate Fred.
'Can't you skate, Fred?' asked little Arthur with a certain most provoking face of wonder and curiosity.
'Presently,' said Fred.
'He must not,' cried Richard, in a tone which Fred thought malicious, though it was only rude.
'Must not?' and Arthur looked up in amazement to the boy so much taller than his three brothers, creatures in his eyes privileged to do what they pleased.
'His mamma won't let him,' was Dick's polite answer. Fred could have knocked him down with the greatest satisfaction, but in the first place he was out of reach, in the second, the young ladies were present, in the third he was a little boy, and a stupid one, and Fred had temper enough left to see that there would be nothing gained by quarrelling with him, so contenting himself with a secret but most ardent wish that he had him as his fag at school, he turned to Jessie, and asked her what she thought of the weather, if the white frost would bring rain, &c., &c.
Jessie thought the morning too bright not to be doubtful, and the hoar frost was so very thick and white that it was not likely to continue much longer.
'How beautiful these delicate white crests are to every thorn in the hedge!' said Henrietta; 'and look, these pieces of chalk are almost cased in glass.'
'O I do love such a sight!' said Jessie. 'Here is a beautiful bit of stick crusted over.'
'It is a perfect little Giant's Causeway,' said Henrietta; 'do look at these lovely little columns, Fred.'
'Ah!' said Jessie,
'Myriads of little salts, or hook'd or shaped
Like double wedges.-'
She thought Beatrice safe out of hearing, but that very moment by she came, borne swiftly along, and catching the cadence of that one line, looked archly at Fred, and shaped with her lips rather than uttered-
'O Jemmy Thomson! Jemmy Thomson, O!'
It filled up the measure. That Beatrice, Alexander and Chorus should be making him a laughing-stock, and him pinned to Miss Carey's side, was more than he could endure. He had made up his mind that Uncle Geoffrey was not coming at all, his last feeble hold of patience and obedience gave way, and he exclaimed, 'Well, I shan't wait any longer, it is not of the least use.'
'O, Fred, consider!' said his sister.
'That's right, Freddy,' shouted Carey, 'he'll not come now, I'll answer for it.'
'You know he promised he would,' pleaded Henrietta.
'Uncle Roger has got hold of him, and he is as bad as the old man of the sea,' said Fred, 'the post has been gone this half-hour, and I shall not wait any longer.'
'Think of mamma.'
'How can you talk such nonsense, Henrietta?' exclaimed Fred impatiently, 'do you think that I am so awfully heavy that the ice that bears them must needs break with me?'
'I do not suppose there is any danger,' said Henrietta, 'but for the sake of poor mamma's entreaties!'
'Do you think I am going to be kept in leading-strings all the rest of my life?' said Fred, obliged to work himself into a passion in order to silence his sister and his conscience. 'I have submitted to such absurd nonsense a great deal too long already, I will not be made a fool of in the sight of everybody; so here goes!'
And breaking away from her detaining arm, he ran down to the verge of the pond, and claimed the skates which he had lent to John. Henrietta turned away her eyes full of tears.
'Never mind, Henrietta,' shouted the good-natured Alexander, 'I'll engage to fish him out if he goes in.'
'It is as likely I may fish you out, Mr. Alex,' returned Fred, slightly affronted.
'Or more likely still there will be no fishing in the case,' said the naughty little Syren, who felt all the time a secret satisfaction in the consciousness that it was she who had made the temptation irresistible, then adding, to pacify Henrietta and her own feelings of compunction, 'Aunt Mary must be satisfied when she hears with what exemplary patience he waited till papa was past hope, and the pond past fear.'
Whether Alex smiled at the words 'past fear,' or whether Fred only thought he did, is uncertain, the effect was that he exclaimed, 'I only wish there was a place in this pond that you did not like to skate over, Alex.'
'Well, there is one,' said Alex, laughing, 'where Carey drowns the travelling man: there is a spring there, and the ice is never so firm, so you may try-'
'Don't, Fred-I beg you won't!' cried Beatrice.
'O, Fred, Fred, think, think, if anything should happen!' implored Henrietta.
'I shan't look, I can't bear it!' exclaimed Jessie, turning away.
Fred without listening skated triumphantly towards the hedge, and across the perilous part, and fortunately it was without disaster. In the middle of the shout of applause with which the chorus celebrated his achievement, a gate in the hedge suddenly opened, and the two uncles stood before them. The first thing Uncle Geoffrey did was to take a short run, and slide right across the middle of the pond, while Uncle Roger stood by laughing and saying, 'Well done, Geoffrey, you are not quite so heavy as I am.'
Uncle Geoffrey reaching the opposite side, caught up little Charley by the arms and whirled him round in the air, then shouted in a voice that had all the glee and blithe exultation of a boy just released from school, 'I hereby certify to all whom it may concern, the pond is franked! Where's Fred?'
Fred wished himself anywhere else, and so did Henrietta. Even Queen Bee's complacency gave way before her father, and it was only Alexander who had spirit to answer, 'We thought you were not coming at all.'
'Indeed!' said Uncle Geoffrey; and little Willy exclaimed, 'Why, Alex, Uncle Geoffrey always comes when he promises,' a truth to which every one gave a mental assent.
Without taking the smallest notice of Frederick by word or look, Uncle Geoffrey proceeded to join the other boys, to the great increase of their merriment, instructing them in making figures of eight, and in all the other mysteries of the skating art, which they could scarcely enjoy more than he seemed to do. Henrietta, cold and unhappy, grieved at her brother's conduct, and still more grieved at the displeasure of her uncle, wished to return to the house, yet could not make up her mind to do so, for fear of her mamma's asking about Fred; and whilst she was still doubting and hesitating, the Church bell began to ring, reminding her of the saint's day service, one of the delights of Knight Sutton to which she had so long looked forward. Yet here was another disappointment. The uncles and the two girls immediately prepared to go. Jessie said she must take Arthur and Charley home, and set off. The boys could do as they pleased, and Willy holding Uncle Geoffrey's hand was going with him, but the rest continued their sport, and among them was Fred. He had never disobeyed a Church bell before, and had rather not have done so now, but as he saw none of his male companions setting off, he fancied that to attend a week-day service in the holidays might be reckoned a girlish proceeding, imagined his cousins laughing at him as soon as his back was turned, and guessed from Uncle Geoffrey's grave looks that he might be taken to task when no longer protected by the presence of the rest.
He therefore replied with a gruff short 'No' to his sister's anxious question whether he was not coming, and flourished away to the other end of the pond; but a few seconds after he was not a little surprised and vexed at finding himself mistaken after all-at least so far as regarded Alex, who had been only going on with his sport to the last moment, and now taking off his skates, vaulted over the gate, and ran at full speed after the rest of the party, overtaking them before they reached the village.
