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• Yes,' resumed Wilmet, from her throne, “it would be the worry of one's life to keep the little ones off them; and Baby would be poisoned to a dead certainty. Now the respirator.'
Now the concertina.'
*I'll tell you what,' said Felix, • I've settled how it is to be. We'll get John Harper's van, and all go out to the Castle, with a jolly cold dinner-yes, you, Cherry, and all ; Ed and I will carry you—and dine on the grass, and—'
A chorus of shouts interrupted him, all ecstatic, and rendered more emphatic by the stamping of feet.
And Angela will go!' added Wilmet.
And Mr. Audley,' pronounced Robina, echoed by Clement and Angela. “Mr. Audley must go !
* Mr. Audley !' grunted Felix. “I want nobody but ourselves.'
“Yes, and if he went we could not stay jolly late. My Lady would make no end of a row if both curates cut the evening prayers.'
* For shame, Edgar ! cried the three elder girls.
While Wilmet added, “We could not stay late, because of Papa and the little ones. But I don't want Mr. Audley, either.'
'No, no! Papa and he will talk to each other, and be of no use,' said Geraldine. 'Oh, how delicious ! Will the wild-roses be out ? When shall it be, Felix ?'
"Well, the first fine day after school breaks up, I should say.' • Hurrah ! hurrah!'
And there was another dance, in the midst of which Mr. Underwood opened the door, to ask what honourable member was receiving such deafening cheers.
'Here! here he is, Papa ! cried Alda. 'He is going to take us all out to a pic-nic in the Castle woods; and won't you come, Papa ??
O Papa, you will come !' said Felix. And the whole stair-case bawled in accordance.
“Come! to be sure I will!' said his father ; "and only too glad to be asked! I trust we shall prove to have found the way to get the maximum of pleasure out of Admiral Chester's gift.'
*If Mamma will go,' said Felix. 'I wonder what the van will cost, and what will be left for the dinner.'
• Oh, let us two cook the whole dinner,' entreated the twins.
• Wait now,' said Felix. 'I didn't know it was so late, Father. And he carefully helped his father on with his coat ; and as a church bell made itself heard, set forth with him.
When the service was musical, Felix and his two next brothers both formed part of the choir ; and though this was not the case on this evening, Felix knew that his mother was easier when he or Wilmet could watch over Papa's wraps.
And Mamma herself, with one at least of the twins, was busy enough in giving the lesser ones their supper, and disposing of them in bed, so that the discreet alone might remain to the later tea-drinking.
And ‘Sibby' must be made a sharer of the good news in her lower region, though she was sure to disbelieve in Alda and Wilmet's amateur cookery
Sibby was Wilmet's foster-mother. Poor thing! Mr. Underwood had found her in dire need in the workhouse, a child herself of seventeen, with a new-born babe, fresh from the discovery, that the soldier husband, as she thought, who had at least 'gone before the praste with her,' and brought her from her Kilkenny home, was husband to another woman. She was tenderly cared for by Mr. Underwood's Irish mother, who was then alive, and keeping house for the whole party at the Rectory; and having come into the Vale Leston nursery, she never left it. Her own child died in teething, and she clung so passionately to her nursling, that Mrs. Underwood had no heart to separate them, Roman Catholic though she was, and difficult to dispose of. She was not the usual talking merry Irishwoman, if ever she had been; her heart was broken ; and she was always meek, quiet, subdued, and attentive; forgetful sometimes, but tender and trustworthy to the last degree with the children.
She had held fast to the family in their reverses, and no more thought of not sharing their lot than one of their children. Indeed, it would not have been much more possible to send her out to shift for herself in England; and her own people seemed to have vanished in the famine, for her letters, with her savings, came back from the dead-letter office. She put her shoulder to the burthen, and with one small scrub under her, got through an amazing amount of work; and though her great deep liquid brown eyes looked as pathetic as ever, she certainly was in far better spirits than when she sat in the nursery. To be sure, she was a much better nurse than she was a cook; but as both could not be had, Mrs. Underwood was content and thankful to have a servant so entirely one with themselves in interests and affections; and who had the further perfection of never wanting any society but the children's; shrinking from English gossips, and never shewing a weakness, save for Irish tramps. Moreover, she was a prodigious knitter ; and it was her boast that not one of the six young gentlemen had yet worn stocking or sock, but what came from her needles, and had been re-footed by her to the last extremity of wear.
Meantime, Felix and Clement walked with their father to the church. There it was, that handsome church ; the evening sun in slanting beams coming through the gorgeous west window to the illuminated walls, and
the rich inlaid marble and alabaster of the chancel mellowed by the pure evening light. The east window, done before glass-painting had improved, was tame and ill-executed; and there was, even æsthetically, a strange unsatisfactory feeling in looking at the heavy, though handsome, incrustations and arcades of dark marble that formed the reredos. It was all very correct; but it wanted life.
Mr. Bevan was not there; he was gone out to dinner; and the congregation consisted of some young ladies, old men, and three little children. Mr. Audley read all, save the Absolution and the Lessons; and the responses sounded low and feeble in the great church; though there was one voice among them glad and hearty in dedicating and entrusting the new year of his life with its unknown burthen.
Felix had heard sayings and seen looks which, boldly as his sanguine spirit resisted them, would hang in a heavy boding cloud over his mind, and were already casting a grave shadow there.
And if the thought of his five-fold gift swelled the ferrour of his *Amen’ to the General Thanksgiving, there was another deep heartfelt Amen, which breathed forth earnest gratitude for the possession of such a first-born son.
. That is a very good boy,' the father could not help saying to Mr. Audley, as, on quitting the church-yard, Felix exclaiming, “Papa, may I just get it changed, and ask about the van ?' darted across the street, with Clement, into a large grocer's shop nearly opposite, where a brisk evening traffic was going on in the long daylight of hot July; and he could not but tell of the birth-day gift, and how it was to be spent. . Res angusta domi,' he said, with a smile, 'is a thing to be thankful for, when it has such effects
lad.' * You must add a small taste of example to the prescription,' said Mr. Audley. “Is this all the birth-day present Felix lias had ?'
Well, I believe Cherry gave him one of her original designs; but birth-days are too numerous for us to stand presents.'
The other curate half sighed. He was a great contrast-a much smaller man than his senior, slight, slim, and pale, but with no look of ill-health about him ; brown eyed and haired, and with the indefinable look about all his appointments and dress, that shewed he had lived in unconscious luxury and refinement all his days. His thoughts went back to a home, where the only perplexity was how to deal with an absolute glut of presents, and to his own actual doubts what to send that youngest sister, who would feel slighted if Charlie sent nothing, but really could not want anything; a book she would not read, a jewel could seldom get a turn of being worn, a trinket would only be fresh lumber for her room. Then he revolved the possibilities of making Felix a present, without silencing his father's confidences, and felt that it could not be done in any direct manner at present; nay, that it could hardly add to the radiant happiness of the boy, who rushed across the road, almost under the nose of the railway-omnibus horses, and exclaimed,
• He will let us have it for nothing, Father! He says it would be hiring it out, and he can't do that; but he would esteem it a great favour if we would go in it, and not pay anything, except just a shilling to Harris for a pint of beer. Won't it be jolly, Father?'
Spicy would be more appropriate,' said Mr. Underwood, laughing, as the vehicle in question drew up at the shop door, with Mr. Harper's name and all his groceries inscribed in gold letters upon the awning.
“I'm so glad I thought of Harper's,' continued Felix. 'I asked him instead of Buff, because I knew Mamma would want it to be covered. Now there's lots of room; and we boys will walk up all the hills.'
'I hope there is room for me, Felix,' suggested Mr. Audley.
Or,' suggested Mr. Underwood, you might, like John Gilpin, "ride on horseback after
Felix looks non-content,' said Mr. Audley. 'I am afraid I was not in his programme. Speak out—let us have it.'
• Why,' said Felix, looking down, 'our little ones all wanted to have you ; but then we thought we should all be obliged to come home too soon, unless you took the service for Papa.'
• He certainly ought not to go to church after it,' said Mr. Audley ; but I can settle that by riding home in good time. What's the day?'
• The day after the girls' break-up, if you please,' said Felix, still not perfectly happy, but unable to help himself; and manifesting quite enough reluctance to make his father ask, as soon as they had parted, what made him so ungracious.
Only, Papa,' said Felix frankly, that we know that you and he will get into some Church talk, and then you'll be of no use; and we wanted to have it all to ourselves.'
"Take care, Felix,' said Mr. Underwood; 'large families are apt to get into a state of
savage exclusiveness. Felix had to bear the drawback, and the groans it caused from Wilmet, Edgar, and Fulbert : the rest decidedly rejoiced. And Mr. Underwood privately confided the objection to his friend, observing merrily that they would bind themselves by a promise not to talk shop throughout the expedition.
It was a brilliantly happy week. Pretty hats, bound with dark blue velvet, and fresh black silk jackets, were squeezed out of the four pounds, with the help of a few shillings out of the intended hire of the van, and were the glory of the whole family, both of those who were to wear them and those who were not.
On Saturday evening, just as the four elder young people were about to sally forth to do the marketing for their pic-nic, a great hamper made its appearance in the passage, addressed to F. C. Underwood, Esq., and with nothing to pay. Only there was a note fastened to the side, saying, “Dear Felix, pray let the spicy van find room for my contribution to your pic-nic. I told my mother to send me what was proper from home. C. S. A.'
Mrs. Underwood was dragged out to superintend the unpacking, which she greatly advised should be merely a surface investigation. That was quite enough, however, to assure her that for Felix to lay in any provision, except the tea and the bread she had already promised, would be entirely superfluous. The girls were disappointed of their cookery ; but derived consolation from the long walk with the brothers, in which a cake of good carmine and a lump of gamboge were purchased for Cherry, and two penny dolls for Robina and Angela. What would become of the rest of the pound?
On Sunday, the offertory was, as usual on ordinary occasions, rather scanty ; but there was one half-sovereign ; and Mr. Underwood was convinced that it had come from under the one white surplice that had still remained on the choir boys' bench.
He stayed in the vestry after the others to count and take care of the offerings, and as he took up the gold, he could not but look at his son, who was waiting for him, and who Aushed all over as he met his eye. “Yes, Papa, I wanted to tell you I did grudge it at first,' he said hoarsely. “I knew it was the tithe; but it seemed so much away from them all. I settled that two shillings was the tenth of my own share, and I would give that to-day; and then came Mr. Harper's kindness about the van ; and next, when I was thinking how I could save the tenth part without stinting everybody, came all Mr. Audley's hamper. It is very strange and happy, Papa, and I have still something left.'
I believe,' said Mr. Underwood, that you will find the considering the tithe as not your own, is the safest way of keeping poverty from grinding you, or wealth from spoiling you.'
And very affectionately he leant on his son's shoulder all the way home ; while Mr. Audley was at luncheon at the Rectory with my Lady, and her twelve years old daughter.
Mamma,' said Miss Price, "did you see the Underwoods in new hats ?' • Of course I did, my dear. They were quite conspicuous enough; but when people make a great deal of their poverty, they always do break out in the most unexpected ways.'
" They are pretty girls,' said the Rector, rather dreamily, “and I suppose they must have new clothes sometimes.'
• You will always find,' proceeded Lady Price without regard, 'that people of that sort have a wonderful eye to the becoming—nothing economical for them! I am sorry for Mr. Underwood, his wife is bringing up a set of fine ladies, who will trust to their pretty looks, and be quite above doing anything for themselves.'
• Do you think Wilmet and Alda Underwood so very pretty, Mr. Audley ?' inquired Miss Price, turning her precocious eyes upon him.
* Remarkably so,' Mr. Audley replied, with the courteous setting-down tone that was the only thing that ever approached to subduing Miss Price, and which set her pouting without an answer.
'It is a great misfortune to girls in that station of life to have that