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"I know the class. Don't apologize! I am intruding. Quite a family party!" he went on, his gaze resting upon Celestina and the interrupted repast. With his elegant attire, satin waistcoat and fine ruffles, he seemed out of place in the attic nook of the Muse; a lordling who had wandered by mistake into the wrong room.
This evening she was not thinking of sailors or ships or anything like that; her mind was full of her own small affairs. She had got two new dolls, quite tiny ones Celestina did not care for big dolls and long as the daylight lasted she had been perfectly happy dressing them.
So they had a very delightful 'afternoon tea' in the garden, for afternoon teas were just coming into fashion, and Rosalys and Bride walked half-way home with Celestina, parting with invitations and promises on both sides. Celestina was to spend at least half of her half-holidays at the Rectory, and Alie was to drive to Calton to fetch Mrs.
She had few companions, and for some months past she had not gone to school, as a rather serious illness had made her unable to go out in bad weather. She did not mind this much; she liked to do lessons by herself, for father or mother to correct when they had time, and there was no child at school she cared for particularly. Still poor Celestina was pining for companionship without knowing it.
He even had the temerity to ask Celestina when he saw her arrayed for the grange one afternoon why she did not have a hat with pink in it and was chagrined to receive the reply that she did not like pink; and that anyway her hat was well enough as it was, and she shouldn't have another for a good couple of years.
"Yes," he reflected aloud, "I've often thought what a pity it was Abbie an' I didn't have our first youth together. It took me half a lifetime to find out how much I needed her." "You wouldn't want Delight should do that," ventured Celestina. "Delight? We ain't discussin' Delight," retorted Zenas Henry, promptly on the defensive. "Delight's another matter altogether. She's nothin' but a baby.
Fairchild, who would indeed have found it difficult to believe that Celestina had been careless or disobedient; and at the words Celestina's face recovered its usual quiet, thoughtful, but peaceful expression. Bridget pressed up a little closer to Mrs. Fairchild. 'You're not vexed with her then, she said. 'She was quite good. I thought at first you were going to be rather a cross mamma.
Do you think I'd send my regrets? I'd go if I had to be carried on a stretcher!" Delight and Robert Morton laughed at her enthusiasm. "Now you trot straight down stairs, Bob," went on Celestina energetically, "an' write Mis' Lee we'll admire to come, all of us." "But Aunt Tiny," put in Delight, "I'm not going. Somebody must stay here and look after the house." "What for?" Celestina demanded.
"Delight's buckle was broke an' knowin' the best place to send it, he mailed it up to town." "Oh," responded Celestina, glancing from one to the other with a half satisfied air. "Let's have the thing out an' see how it looks, Bob," Willie went on. Blushingly Robert Morton undid the box.
Yes; that is undoubtedly the reason for the delay. He is hunting about in the cellar for something a little out of the ordinary. But here is Celestina now!" as the child reappeared, with footsteps so noiseless the poet saw before he heard her. "Where is the bottle, my little Ariel? It must be an extra fine vintage. Bless old Tortier's noble heart!" "There isn't any bottle," said the child.
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