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"That depends on what you call a falsehood," said Miss Blackburne. "I hate fibs as much as you do. But it was an awful fix!" "It was," Mums agreed. "You see," Ellen went on, to make her position clear, "I had asked Mr. Sands not to let his wife know I'd called him in. Later, he pressed that money on me, and I accepted it. I felt as if it had bought me, body and soul.
"What war paint have you?" "Only two white evenings. And Mums gave me her Mechlin." "'Twill serve." To Felix, Nedda in white 'evenings' was starry and all that man could desire. "Only, Dad, do tell me about them, beforehand." "My dear, I will. And God be with you. This is where Becket begins."
Nicholas did his best to amuse them. He was worried and unhappy, but he racked the recesses of his brain for forgotten fairy tales, and told them of the wolves that used to howl over the prairie at night when he was a boy and of a tiger which his father had once shot in India. They listened, wide-eyed and wondering, and when at last he paused they both scrambled to their feet. "Tell Mums!
"I'm the authentic T.B.M.," he parried from his perch on the porch railing. "I've cut out dancing." "More idiot you!" retorted Charley promptly. "Mums, do tell Phil it is all nonsense making such an oyster in a shell of himself." Mrs. Lambert smiled and looked up at her tall young son, looked rather hard for a moment. "I think the twins are right, Phil," she said. "You are working too hard.
*Salt, the cant name given by the Eton lads to the money collected at Montem. Landlord. And no bad thing, before he sets out for Cambridge or Oxford, 'twould be for a young gentleman to pay his debts. Wheel. Debts! Oh, time enough for that. I've a little account with you in horses, I know; but that's between you and me, you know mum. Landlord. Mum me no mums, Mr. Wheeler.
She cut the flowers for the vases and bowls, she recited nursery rhymes to Fiddle, entrancing that captious young person with "Oranges and Lemons" and "Lavender's Blue." She read aloud to the Judge, planned menus for Aunt Claudia, and was in fact such an angel in the house that Truxton, after three days of it, protested. "Oh, what's the matter with Becky, Mums?" "Why?" "She hasn't any pep."
It was "Mums, this" and "Mums, that" from them all. The life of the home clearly pivoted about her. Harrison Cressy found himself wishing that Carlotta could have known a motherhood like that. Rose had gone so soon. Carlotta had never known what she missed. Perhaps Mr. Cressy himself had not known until he saw Mrs. Lambert and realized what a mother might be. Poor Carlotta!
You can't shut yourself away from everything the way you are doing, if you are going to make Dunbury your home. Your father never has. He has always given himself freely to it, worked with it, played with it, made it a real part of himself. You mustn't start out by building a wall around yourself." "Am I doing that, Mums?" Phil's voice was sober. "I am afraid you are, Phil.
"Yes, Mums, it is a girl." Mrs. Lambert rose and went over to where her son sat, running her fingers through his hair as she had been wont to do when the little boy Phil was in trouble of any sort. "I am very sorry, dear boy," she said. "It won't help to talk about it?" "I am afraid not. Don't worry, Mums. It is just well, it hurts a little just now that's all."
Her dress was fairly neat. She had a slight color in her pale cheeks which considerably brightened her light-blue eyes. Her faded hair was arranged with some neatness, and she had put on a white blouse and a blue alpaca skirt. "Oh mother," said Maggie, hailing this change with great relief, "how much better you look now! I am a comfort to you, am I not, mums?
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