The Rosery Folk Part 9

"No, no," replied his host; "yonder sits the master;" and he pointed to his wife.

"How many will the boat hold safely, dear?" said Lady Scarlett.

"Oh, a dozen, easily. Eighteen, if they would all sit still and not wink their eyes. We shan't be above seven, so that's all right."

"You need not expect me to go," said Aunt Sophia sharply. "I'm not going to risk my life in a boat."

"Pooh! auntie; there's no risk," cried Scarlett. "You'd better come."

"No; I shall not!" said the lady very decisively.

"Why, auntie, how absurd!" said Scarlett, pa.s.sing his arm round her waist. "Now, what is the very worst that could happen?"

"Why, that boat would be sure to upset, James, and then we should all be drowned."

"Now, my dear old auntie," cried Scarlett, "the boat is not at all likely to upset; in fact I don't think we could upset her; and if she were, it does not follow that we should be drowned."

"Why, we should certainly be, boy," cried Aunt Sophia.--"Naomi, my dear, of course you have not thought of going?"

"Yes, aunt, dear; I should like to go very much," said Naomi.

"Bless the child! Why?"

"The river is lovely, aunt, with the shadows of the trees falling upon it, and their branches reflected on its surface."

"O yes; very poetical and pretty at your age, child," cried Aunt Sophia.

"You never see the mud at the bottom, or think that it is wet and covered with misty fog in winter. Well, I suppose you must go."

"Really, Miss Raleigh, we will take the greatest care of her," said Prayle.

"I really should like to take the greatest care of you," muttered the doctor.

"Well, I suppose you must go, my dear," said Aunt Sophia.

"Oh, thank you, aunt!" cried the girl gleefully.

"Now, look here, James," said Aunt Sophia; "you will be very, very careful?"

"Of course, auntie."

"And you won't be dancing about in the boat or playing any tricks?"

"No--no--no," said Scarlett, at intervals. "I faithfully promise, though I do not know why."

"You don't know why, James?"

"No, auntie. I never do play tricks in a boat. No one does but a madman, or a fool. Besides, I don't want to drown my little wifie."

"Now, James, don't be absurd. Who ever thought you did?"

"No one, aunt," said Lady Scarlett. "But you will go with us, will you not?"

"No, my dear; you know how I hate the water. It is not safe."

"But James is so careful, aunt. I'd go anywhere with him."

"Of course you would, my child," said Aunt, Sophia shortly. "A wife should trust in her husband thoroughly and well."

"So should a maiden aunt in her nephew," said Scarlett, laughing.

"Come, auntie, you shan't be drowned."

"Now, James, my dear, don't try to persuade me," said the lady, pulling up her black lace mittens in a peculiar, nervous, twitchy way.

"I'll undertake to do the best for you, if you are drowned, Miss Raleigh," said the doctor drily. "I'm pretty successful with such cases."

"Doctor Scales!" cried Aunt Sophia.

"Fact, my dear madam. An old friend of mine did the Royal Humane Society's business for them at the building in Hyde Park; and one very severe winter when I helped him, we really brought back to life a good many whom you might have quite given up."

"Doctor, you horrify me," cried Aunt Sophia.--"Naomi, my child, come away."

"No, no: nonsense!" cried Scarlett. "It's only Jack's joking way, auntie."

"Joke!" cried the doctor; "nonsense. The ice was unsafe; so of course the idiots insisted upon setting the police at defiance, and went on, to drown themselves as fast as they could."

"How dreadful!" said Prayle.

"Very, for the poor doctors," said Scales grimly. "I nearly rubbed my arms out of the sockets."

"Kitty, dear, you stay with Aunt Sophia, then," said Scarlett. "We won't be very long away."

"Stop!" cried Aunt Sophia sternly. "Where is it you are going?"

"Up to the lock and weir," said Scarlett. "You and Kitty can sit under the big medlar in the shade till we come back."

"The lock and weir?" cried Aunt Sophia sharply. "That's where the water comes running over through a lot of sticks, isn't it?"

"Yes, aunt, that's the place."

"And you've seen it before?"

"Scores of times, dear."

"Then why do you want to go now?"

"Because it will be a pleasant row."

"Nonsense!" said Aunt Sophia shortly, "pulling those oars and making blisters on your hands. Well, you must have your own way, I suppose."