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"T'ank you, Auntie Vi'let; t'ank you, Auntie Em'ly your lovely pwesents." "That's right, Angelina. I hope you'll use them sensibly. What's that she's holding, nurse?" "It's a doll Mr. Edward's sent her, mum." "What a hideous creature! Edward might have chosen something Time for her to go out, nurse, I think now, while the sun's warm." But she did not hear. She did not know that they had gone.
"But he wasn't tryin' to help me. He was thinkin' how he could help his own damned respectability all the blessed time. He knows what a bloomin' hell it's been for Virelet and me this last year and he'd have forced us back into it into all that misery just to save his own silly skin." "No, dear, it isn't that. He doesn't think Vi'let should be let go on living like she is if you can stop her.
It was no easy matter to transfer the cargo from the submerged boat. It was snowing hard, and the water was icy cold, and Skipper Zeb would not permit Charley to go into the boat with himself and Toby. "You be stayin' ashore," he directed, "and keep the fire up for Mrs. Twig and Vi'let." "But I want to help! I want to do my part!" protested Charley.
But if you remember the pictures in the gallery at the Manor, sir, you may call to mind one of the ancestresses of the Vancourts, painted in a vi'let velvet; ridin' dress and holdin' a huntin' crop, and the name underneath is 'Mary Ella Adelgisa de Vaignecourt' and it was after her that the old Squire called his daughter Maryllia, rollin' the two fust names, Mary Elia, into one, as it were, just to make a name what none of his forebears had ever had.
"It seems as if I couldn't git the color rightly set in my head," she remarked; "'t a'n't quiet laylock, nor yit vi'let, and there ought, by rights, to be quilled ribbon round the neck, though the Doctor might consider it too gay; but never mind, he'd dress you in drab or slate if he could, and I dunno, after all"
"Vi'let never has a doll in her life, but just a bit of cloth tied around a stick Mother fixes up for she and she calls a doll!" exclaimed Toby delightedly. "It is just the thing! But I want to pay for it," insisted Charley. "I want to give it to her myself."
"Now, lads, help me put the boat in the water, and I'll pull over to the Duck's Head for Mother and Vi'let and the cargo," said Skipper Zeb. "Whilst I'm gone, Toby, put on a fire and make the house snug."
Twig, still flurried with the coming of a stranger, met them at the door. "Come right in, sir. 'Tis wonderful cold outside," she invited. "Thank you," said the man. "That fish you're frying smells appetizing. My name is Marks. I'm the trader at White Bear Run. I suppose you're Mrs. Twig and this little maid is your daughter?" "Aye, sir, I'm Mrs. Twig and this is Vi'let."
He don't amount to nothing, but his face 'd cause me to lose my appetite and pine away like a wilted vi'let. It's straight, about that girl being stuck on his picture; I'd gamble she's counting the hours on her fingers, right now, till he'll stand before her. Schoolma'am says it'll be a plumb sin if he don't act pretty about it and let her love him."
It's all guesswork and nothing sure. Take any morning early when I look out of my attic window to the North River. There's nothing but a heap of fog, grey or pink, as there's more or less sun behind. It gets a little thick over toward Jersey, and that may be the shore, or again it mayn't. Then a solid bit of vi'let shows high up, and I guess it's Castle Stevens, but perhaps it ain't.
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