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Beth had never heard him condemn a vice or habit which she did not afterwards find him practising himself. She used to wonder if he deceived himself, or was only intent on deceiving her; but from close observation of him at this period, she became convinced that, for the time being, he entered into whatever part he was playing, and hence his extreme plausibility.
Beth went back to her own room at once, only too glad to escape and be alone. She was not well. Every bone in her body ached, and her head was thumping so she had to lie down on her bed at last, and keep still for the rest of the day. But her mind was active the whole time, and it was a happy day. She expected nothing, yet she was pleasurably satisfied, perfectly content.
When the Captain had taken his place at her side, she looked up eagerly into his eyes. "I do so hope you will understand me, Uncle Josiah!" "I've always tried to, Beth." "I know you have! Tell me, did my did any one you know have anything to do with making up that boxing match the other night?" "There was a good many that had to do with it, unless I'm 'way off in my reckoning." "Has Mr.
Aunt Dodo was chief playmate and confidante of both children, and the trio turned the little house topsy-turvy. Aunt Amy was as yet only a name to them, Aunt Beth soon faded into a pleasantly vague memory, but Aunt Dodo was a living reality, and they made the most of her, for which compliment she was deeply grateful. But when Mr.
Beth used to glance stealthily at the chapel as she went to church; it had the attraction of forbidden fruit for her, and of Father John's exciting antics nothing ever happened in church. Chapel she associated with the papists, and not at all with Kitty, whose tender teaching occupied a separate compartment of her consciousness altogether.
They undressed as they came along, and were very soon, all of them, playing about her, ducking and splashing each other, and Beth also, including her sociably in their game. And Beth, as was her wont, responded so cordially that she was very soon heading the manoeuvres. "We shall all be ill if we stay in any longer," she said at last. "I shall take one more dip and go and dress.
"Oh yes, I am a radical in that sense of the word," Beth answered. "I have a horror of conservatism. Nothing is stationary. All things are always in a state of growth or decay; and conservatism is a state of decay." "Yes," said Angelica. "That is very true, especially as applied to women if they are ever to advance." "Then don't you think they are advancing?" Beth asked.
Kenneth also now became Patsy's faithful companion, for the boy had lost his former bashfulness and fear of girls, and had grown to feel at ease even in the society of Beth and Louise.
Beth thought it a suitable end for her, and did not pity her at all perhaps because she went on coming to church regularly all the same.
Beth was always cool in an emergency. "You creep up to the window, dear, and wait till you hear me open the inside door," said she. "I'll run through the house and enter from the living-room. The key is under the mat, you know." "But what can we do? Oughtn't we to wait until Uncle John and father come?" Patsy asked, in a trembling voice. "Of course not.
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