Nearly Bedtime Part 3

I don't quite know what "Rep" is; but he was saying some words over and over again, and some of them stuck in my head. I can remember them now.

I don't often remember things; but that is because I've got a head like a sieve--nurse says so.

"What's in a name?" he read out of the book--and then something about a rose smelling sweet. _That_ part doesn't matter.

If d.i.c.k had asked _me_ "What's in a name?" I could have told him quite well. But d.i.c.k didn't ask me, and so I will tell you instead. I think there's a great deal in a name--at least, in a nickname. There are all kinds of spiteful little p.r.i.c.kles that hurt ever so much more than others, because they stick in our _feelings_.

I think I must have got a whole lot of that kind of thorn in me just now, for I _do_ feel sore.

Every one has begun to call me Matty, and I can't _bear_ it!

Did you say Matty was rather a pretty name?

Perhaps it is, if it is the proper short for your name; I mean, if you were christened Matilda. But _my_ name's Ginevra!

Now, do you understand that they all call me Matty just to tease me, and I _hate_ it. I do.

I've got as far as adjectives in grammar, so I know that the long horrid word which they put before Matty sometimes is an adjective. I'm not going to write it down here--no, not for any one--because it is such a nasty, unkind word. But it begins with an M. The next letter is an E, and then comes D, and there are seven more letters, I think.

And this is all because the other day it was raining very fast, and there was nothing to do!

There never is anything to do on a wet day; I mean, nothing interesting.

d.i.c.k plays with me sometimes; but he was reading a story, with dreadful _fighting_ pictures to it, in the _Boy's Own Paper_, so I knew he wouldn't want to come. And Teddie had gone to sleep in the armchair.

Wasn't that a stupid thing to do?

Well! I was obliged to get something to do--wasn't I? And it wasn't my fault that Ann left the dear little drawing-room bellows behind her, when she came to make up the fire, was it?

You can do nice, funny things with bellows.

I've tried.

But d.i.c.k didn't like me to blow down his neck; and Teddie got quite cross when I sent a puff of wind into his ear and woke him up. He needn't have thrown the footstool at me, need he?

I went out of the schoolroom after that, and such a _nice_ thought came into my head.

I would be a wind-fairy.

I would be a _naughty_ wind-fairy first, and go and blow everything out of its place--all untidy and crooked; and then I could change, and be a _good_ wind-fairy, and go and blow all the things straight again.

So I went into all the rooms.

It _was_ funny!

I blew the antimaca.s.sars on to the floor, and the visiting-cards out of the china-plate.

That was in the drawing-room.

The best fun was in the nursery, where all the clean handkerchiefs and collars and cuffs were on the table. They went puff, puff, all over the floor, just like big snowflakes, and I could hardly help stepping on them.

The bedrooms were not so much fun. So I finished by going to the dining-room, as soon as Ann had gone away, after setting the tea.

n.o.body will believe me when I say that I really _was_ going to put everything tidy again! But I never got so far as being the good wind-fairy. Everything always goes just the wrong way!

First of all, the servants finished their tea sooner than they generally do, and nurse went straight back to the nursery. She might have waited--mightn't she?

And wasn't it unkind of Mrs. Rose to come and call, and to have to be shown into the drawing-room? She is our doctor's sister, and she is so stiff and white that we call her Mrs. _Prim_rose. That's _her_ nickname.

But it never p.r.i.c.ks _her_, because she never hears it.

I wonder if nurse is right when she says, "It is going against the Catechism to make nicknames for grown-up people"?

Well! I didn't know that if you blew a flame with the bellows it would make it run about everywhere. Did you?

I was only trying to make the spirit-lamp burn faster under the kettle.

I was just beginning to be the _good_ wind-fairy then. And the silly flame ran all over the table-cloth, and there was such a flare-up!

I _was_ frightened.

The tea-cosy was burnt. So was the table-cloth. Ann had 'stericks. I think that is what nurse called them. Mrs. Primrose came running in with mother from the drawing-room, and she fainted.

That was all!

At least, I was sent to bed, and now they call me Matty. Don't you think it is unkind of them? Ginevra is such a pretty name too!

I didn't _mean_ to be naughty. And I do wish mother would make me understand all about it; but Teddie is ill, and, of course, she can't leave him until he's better. I shall have to wait, I suppose. But I can't be happy again until I have had a nice talk with mother. She makes everything so _understand-ible_.

What did nurse mean when she said, the other day, "There's one comfort; Miss Ginevra's character is still unformed"?

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_GULL'S "TWINSES."_

"Children of wealth or want, to each is given One spot of green, and all the blue of heaven!"

"Mind! mind! I say, Tom, you're frizzing that 'erring black!"

"I ain't."

"My eyes! don't it smell fine? Oh! I do wish father'd come. He's allus a long time when the supper's 'ot;" and Bob, as he spoke, heaved a sigh of such prodigious depth that it might have come from his boots--if he had possessed any, poor little man!

These two small boys, Tom and Bob Gull, were six years old.

"We is only twinses," Bob would say.