Jill's Red Bag - LightNovelsOnl.com
You're reading novel online at LightNovelsOnl.com. Please use the follow button to get notifications about your favorite novels and its latest chapters so you can come back anytime and won't miss anything.
Mona looked at him thoughtfully, then as she met his gaze, she laughed lightly.
"Your spirit is still ruling your body. I can see that. And I suppose you would say that my body is still ruling my spirit. I think it is. I always told you I should take the easy path."
Mr. Arnold glanced at her, then he looked at the gay company on the flowered lawns, his ear caught the lively strains of the band, and his gaze wandered to the beautiful sloping hills and woods that formed a background to the charming old English house that was her property.
"A n.o.ble patrimony," he said in a low clear voice. "I would it did not belong to those who lay up treasure for themselves and are not rich toward G.o.d."
A crimson flush mounted to Mona's fair cheeks.
"Seven years ago," she said "we parted because of your unreasonable severity. Have we met to do the same this afternoon?"
A smile came to his lips.
"I hope not. I have lived and learnt to judge less harshly; but my aim is still the same. I hope my standard has not been lowered."
Mona shrugged her shoulders, then deliberately walked away from him.
Jill looked after her astonished.
"You have made Mona cross, Mr. Arnold."
"I am afraid I have," he said humbly. "Shall we come over to the tea tent?"
Jill was only too delighted.
VIII
"I MUST LOVE FIRST, BEFORE I CAN GIVE"
But Jill lost her friend in the tent. Several ladies took possession of him, and Miss Falkner told her to come with her and speak to two little girls who were standing outside. They were evidently twins. Both had white delicate faces and long fair hair reaching almost to their waists.
Jill was much astonished when she heard they were the "Indian nieces."
"Why do they call you Indians?" she asked them abruptly, as Miss Falkner having left them they walked across the lawn towards the band.
"We are not Indians," one of the little girls said indignantly. "We have been living in India and came to England last month. Mother and father are still out there."
"Oh," said Jill in a relieved tone: "I was afraid you would be half black. Mona told me you were coming. What do you do in India?"
Their tongues were loosened, they poured out such a volley of "ride through bazaars," "tiffins," "ayahs," "dobies," "punkahs," "rupees,"
"gymkanas," and other unknown words and terms that Jill grew quite bewildered.
She questioned them eagerly and was quite impressed with all the strange things they had seen and heard.
"What kind of things do you do?" they asked in their turn. "It seems so dull to us in England, but that's because we are shut up in a school-room with a governess."
"We're never dull," said Jill warmly. "Never! And we're always doing new things every day. Do you see Jack and b.u.mps anywhere?"
"Who are they? Is b.u.mps a dog? What a funny name!"
"She's my little sister; we've always called her b.u.mps because she tumbles about and hurts herself so. They've gone off together somewhere.
Now if we find them you'll see the sort of things we do. Whenever Jack and b.u.mps are missing, they are always up to something!"
Jill commenced a rapid and thorough search for her brother and sister.
Miss Falkner was also looking for them, but it was a long time before their search was successful. At last coming to a small artificial lake which was tenanted by some wild waterfowl and white swans, they heard a commotion, and found Jack and b.u.mps very busy indeed.
b.u.mps was sitting in a wheelbarrow to which were harnessed with yards of tape and ribbon, two of the swans. It had been a difficult task, to judge from the children's heated, dirty faces. The birds were screeching and fluttering their wings, nearly choking themselves in their efforts to free themselves.
Jack was pus.h.i.+ng the wheelbarrow behind, trying to follow the lead of the distressed and angry birds. b.u.mps, elated by her position, was brandis.h.i.+ng a small whip and trying to manage her reins, which seemed a difficult matter.
How they had got hold of the swans at all was a wonder, but Jack's white suit was covered with green slime and soaked with water.
"I'm Snow White," called out b.u.mps, "but these thtupid thwans won't go prop'ly!"
Miss Falkner said very little, but what she said had the effect of bringing Jack to his senses.
"Well," she said; "you have shortened your happy day by this! What a pity! You evidently were tired of the party. We will go straight back to the school-room and stay there for the rest of the day."
In two minutes she had liberated the unhappy swans and was marching Jack and b.u.mps--one on each side of her--back to the house. The little girls watched them, half in amus.e.m.e.nt half in pity.
"That's what I say," said Rose, one of the twins, "a governess spoils every bit of fun!"
"Miss Falkner doesn't," said Jill loyally, "but Jack does sometimes go too far. He nearly hung b.u.mps the other day. He was pretending to do it, but he got the rope too tight round her neck. She was a Royalist and he was Oliver Cromwell. We had had it in our lesson that day. He said he really felt she was his enemy, and he would have to get rid of her! Miss Falkner was very angry. She is very quiet when she is angry, but she's very nice. I love her!"
Then with a quick change of thought, Jill said--
"Do you get a lot of money? Have you pocket-money?"
"Yes, we have sixpence a week each, but it doesn't seem a great lot."
"Wouldn't you like to give your tenth to G.o.d? You can easily, if you like. I'll tell you how it's done."
The little girls looked at Jill completely puzzled, but she had a wonderful way of compelling attention and interest, and before she separated from them that afternoon they had promised to think over the matter, and let her know what they could do.
"You see," said Norah, the other twin, "we haven't very much money to spare. We want every penny of it. We're always wanting to buy things."
"Yes, but G.o.d wants it most," said Jill, "and it's such a very little He wants; only one penny out of tenpence, that's all it is. And if you saw the poor people out on Chilton Common, who have no church and who look so dirty and wicked, you'd like to give some money to help them."
"Are you good?" asked Rose looking at her curiously.
"No, I'm awfully wicked," said Jill with conviction, "but giving your money away doesn't make you good. I wish it did."
There was nothing to say to this. They parted excellent friends, but Rose said to Norah afterwards, "She's rather a nice girl, but I feel if I was with her she would make me do a thing whether I liked it or not."