Christian education so needful, that he was quite willing that, even in this brief stay, all the aid in their power should be given to the cause at Rockquay. Nay, as he afterwards added to Wilmet, he was very glad to see how much it interested Geraldine, and that the work for the Church and the congenial friends were rousing her from her listless state of dejection.
Lady Merrifield and Mrs. Harewood were mutually charmed, perhaps all the more because the former was not impassioned about the bazaar. She said she had been importuned on such subjects wherever she had gone, and had learnt to be passive; but her sister Jane was all eagerness, and her younger young people, as she called the present half of her family, were in the greatest excitement over their first experience of the kind.
'Well is it for all undertakings that there should always be somebody to whom all is new, and who can be zealous and full of delight.'
'By no means surtout point de zele,' returned Geraldine.
'As well say no fermentation,' said Lady Merrifield.
'A dangerous thing,' said Clement.
'But sourness comes without it, or at least deadness,' returned his sister.
Wherewith they returned to talk of their common relations.
It was like a joke to the brother and sisters, that their Bernard should be a responsible husband and father, whereas Lady Merrifield's notion of him was as a grave, grand-looking man with a splendid beard.
Fergus Merrifield was asked to become the protector of Adrian, whereat he looked sheepish; but after the round of pets had been made he informed his two youngest sisters, Valetta and Primrose, that it was the cheekiest little fellow he had ever seen, who would never know if he was bullied within an inch of his life; not that he (Fergus) should let the fellows do it.
So though until Monday morning Anna was the slave of her brother, doing her best to supply the place of the six devoted sisters at home, the young gentleman ungratefully announced at breakfast-
'I don't want gy-arls after me,' with a peculiarly contemptuous twirl at the beginning of the word; 'Merrifield is to call for me.'
Anna, who had brought down her hat, looked mortified.
'Never mind, Annie,' said her uncle, 'he will know better one of these days.'
'No, I shan't,' said Adrian, turning round defiantly. 'If she comes bothering after me at dinner-time I shall throw my books at her- that's all! There's Merrifield,' and he banged out of the room.
'Never mind,' again said his uncle, 'he has had a large dose of the feminine element, and this is his swing out of it.'
Hopes, which Anna thought cruel, were entertained by her elders that the varlet would return somewhat crestfallen, but there were no such symptoms; the boy re-appeared in high spirits, having been placed well for his years, but not too well for popularity, and in the playground he had found himself in his natural element. The boys were mostly of his own size, or a little bigger, and bullying was not the fashion. He had heard enough school stories to be wary of boasting of his title, and as long as he did not flaunt it before their eyes, it was regarded as rather a credit to the school.
Merrifield was elated at the success of his protege, and patronized him more than he knew, accepting his devotion in a droll, contemptuous manner, so that the pair were never willingly apart. As Fergus slept at his aunt's during the week, the long summer evenings afforded splendid opportunities for what Fergus called scientific researches in the quarries and cliffs. It was as well for Lady Vanderkist's peace of mind that she did not realize them, though Fergus was certified by his family to be cautious and experienced enough to be a safe guide. Perhaps people were less nervous about sixth sons than only ones.
There was, indeed, a certain undeveloped idea held out that some of the duplicates of Fergus's precious collection might be arranged as a sample of the specimens of minerals and fossils of Rockquay at the long-talked-of sale of work.
CHAPTER VIII. THE MOUSE-TRAP
If a talent be a claw, look how he claws him with a talent. Love's Labour's Lost.
The young ladies were truly in an intense state of excitement about the sale of work, especially about the authorship; and Uncle Lancelot having promised to send an estimate, a meeting of the Mouse-trap was convened to consider of the materials, and certainly the mass of manuscript contributed at different times to the Mouse-trap magazine was appalling to all but Anna, who knew what was the shrinkage in the press.
She, however, held herself bound not to inflict on her busy uncle the reading of anything entirely impracticable, so she sat with a stern and critical eye as the party mustered in Miss Mohun's drawing-room, and Gillian took the chair.
'The great design,' said she impressively, 'is that the Mouse-trap should collect and print and publish a selection for the benefit of the school.'
The Mice vehemently applauded, only Miss Norton, the oldest of the party, asked humbly-
'Would any one think it worth buying?'
'Oh, yes,' cried Valetta. 'Lots of translations!'
'The Erl King, for instance,' put in Dolores Mohun.
'If Anna would append the parody,' suggested Gillian.
'Oh, parodies are-are horrid,' said Mysie.
'Many people feel them so,' said Gillian, 'but to others I think they are almost a proof of love, that they can make sport with what they admire so much.'
'Then,' said Mysie, 'there's Dolores' Eruption!'
'What a nice subject,' laughed Gillian. 'However, it will do beautifully, being the description of the pink terraces of that place with the tremendous name in New Zealand.'
'Were you there?' cried Anna.
'Yes. I always wonder how she can look the same after such adventures,' said Mysie.
'You know it is much the same as my father's paper in the Scientific World,' said Dolores.
'Nobody over reads that, so it won't signify,' was the uncomplimentary verdict.
'And,' added Mysie, 'Mr. Brownlow would do a history of Rockquay, and that would be worth having.'
'Oh yes, the dear ghost and all!' cried Valetta.
The acclamation was general, for the Reverend Armine Brownlow was the cynosure curate of the lady Church- helpers, and Mysie produced as a precious loan, to show what could be done, the volume containing the choicest morceaux of the family magazine of his youth, the Traveller's Joy, in white parchment binding adorned with clematis, and emblazoned with the Evelyn arms on one side, the Brownlow on the other, and full of photographs and reproductions of drawings.
'Much too costly,' said the prudent.
'It was not for sale,' said Mysie, obviously uneasy while it was being handed round.
'Half-a-crown should be our outside price,' said Gillian.
'Or a shilling without photographs, half-a-crown with,' was added.
'Shall I ask Uncle Lance what can be done for how much?' asked Anna, and this was accepted with acclamation, but, as Gillian observed, they had yet got no further than Dolores' Eruption and the unwritten history.
'There are lots of stories,' said Kitty Varley; 'the one about Bayard and all the knights in Italy.'
'The one,' said Gillian, 'where Padua got into the kingdom of Naples, and the lady of the house lighted a lucifer match, besides the horse who drained a goblet of red wine.'
'You know that was only the pronouns,' suggested the author.
'Then there's another,' added Valetta, 'called Monrepos-such a beauty, when the husband was wounded, and died at his wife's feet just as the sun gilded the tops of the pines, and she died when the moon set, and the little daughter went in and was found dead at their feet.'
'No, no, Val,' said Gillian. 'Here is a story that Bessie has sent us-really worth having.'
'Mesa! Oh, of course,' was the acclamation.
'And here's a little thing of mine,' Gillian added modestly, 'about the development of the brain.'
At this there was a shout.
