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"We--we--went to bed!" said Susan D.
"Why did you go without coming to say good night? Answer me truly, dear child."
The two pairs of gray eyes looked straight into each other. A shadow of fear--a suggestion of the old look of distrust and suspicion--crept into the child's eyes for a moment; but before Margaret's kind, firm, loving gaze it vanished and was gone. A wave of colour swept over her face; her eyes wavered, gave one imploring glance, and fell.
"Aren't you going to tell me, Susan D.?" asked Margaret once more.
"N--no!" said Susan D., in a whisper scarcely audible.
"No? And why not, dear child?"
"I promised!" whispered Susan D.
"Susan D., do you know anything about that strange noise that frightened us so last night?"
But not another word would Susan D. say. She looked loving, imploring, deprecating; she threw her arms around Margaret's neck, and hid her face and clung to her; but no word could she be brought to say. At last Margaret, displeased and puzzled, felt constrained to tell the child rather sternly to fold her work and go away, and not come back to her till she could answer questions properly. Susan went obediently; at the door she hesitated, and Margaret heard a little sigh, which made her heart go out in sympathy toward the little creature. Instantly she rose, and, going to the child, put her arms round her affectionately.
"Darling, I think you are puzzled about something," she said, quickly.
Susan D. nodded, and clung close to her cousin's side.
"I will not ask you anything more," said Margaret. "I am going to trust you, Susan D., not to do anything wrong. Remember, dear, that the two most important things in the world are truth and kindness. Now kiss me, dear, and go."
Left alone, Margaret sat for some time, puzzling over what had happened, and wondering what would happen next. It was evident that the children were concerned in some way, or at least had some knowledge, of the mysterious sounds which had so alarmed Miss Sophronia. What ought she to do? How far must she try to force confession from them, if it were her duty to try; and how could she do it?
Thus pondering, she became aware of voices in the air; she sat near the open window, and the voices were from above her. The nursery window! She listened, bending nearer, and holding her breath.
"Well, if you back out now, Susan D., it will be mean!" Basil was saying. "What did you say to her?"
"I didn't say anything!" Susan D. answered, sullenly.
"Why didn't you tell her that we had a pain, and didn't want to bother her, 'cause she had company?" cried Merton, eagerly. "I had that all fixed to tell her, only she never asked me."
"I wouldn't tell her a lie," said Susan D. "Basil, you wouldn't tell her a lie, either, you know you wouldn't, when she looks at you that way, straight at you, and you can't get your eyes away."
"Of course I wouldn't," said Basil. "And the reason she didn't ask you, Merton, was because she knew it wouldn't make much difference what you said. That's the trouble about you. But now, Susan, if you had only had a little dipplo-macy, you could have got through all right, as I did."
"I don't know what you mean by dipplo-macy," retorted Susan.
"Ho, stupid!" sneered Merton.
"I don't believe you know what it means yourself!" cried Basil. "Come, tell now, if you are so wise. What does it mean? Ah, I knew you didn't know! You _are_ a sneak, Mert! Well, I guess in the beginning, when Adam was making the words, you know, he must have wanted to hide from the serpent or something--perhaps a hairy mammoth, or a megatherium, I shouldn't wonder,--so he said, 'Dip low,' and then 'Ma.s.sy!' for a kind of exclamation, you see. And spelling gets changed a lot in the course of time; you can see that just from one cla.s.s to another in the grammar school. Well, anyhow, it means a sort of getting round things, managing them, without telling lies, or truth either."
"You've got to tell one or the other," objected Susan D.
"No, you haven't, either! Now, how did I manage? I have just kept out of Cousin Margaret's way all day, so far, and I'm going to keep out the rest of it. I've been helping Willis ever since breakfast, and he says I really helped him a great deal, and I'll make a farmer yet; only I won't, 'cause I'm going into the navy. And now pretty soon I'm going in, in a tearing hurry, and ask her if I can take some lunch and go over to see Mr. Merryweather at the bog, 'cause he is going to give me a lesson in surveying. He _is_; he said he would, any time I came over. And so, you see--"
"That's all very well," interrupted Merton, scornfully. "But when it comes night, what'll you do then, I should like to know?"
"Easy enough. I shall have a headache, and she won't ask me questions when I have a headache; she'll just sit and stroke my head, and put me to sleep."
"Ho! How'll you get your headache? Have to tell a lie then, I guess."
"No, sir, I won't! And if you say that again, I'll bunt you up against the wall. Easy enough to get a headache. I don't know whether I shall eat hot doughnuts, or just ram my head against the horse-chestnut-tree till it aches; but I'll get the headache, you may bet your boots--"
"Basil, she asked you not to say that, and you said you wouldn't."
"Well, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to. Pull out a hair, Susan D., and then I shall remember next time. Ouch! You pulled out two."
"I say, come on!" cried Merton. "We've got lots of things to see to. We have to--"
The voices were gone. Margaret sat still, sewing steadily, and working many thoughts into her seam.
It might have been half an hour after this that Basil burst into the room, breathless and beaming, his tow-colored hair standing on end. "Oh, Cousin Margaret, can I--I mean may I, go over to the bog? Mr.
Merryweather said he would give me a lesson in surveying; and Frances is going to put me up some luncheon, and I'm in a _norful_ hurry. May I go, please?"
"Yes, Basil; you may go after you have answered me one question."
"Yes, Cousin Margaret," said the diplomat. "I may miss Mr. Merryweather if I don't go pretty quick, but of course I will."
"Basil, did you make that strange noise last night?"
"No, Cousin Margaret!" cried the boy; the smile seemed to break from every corner of his face at once, and his eyes looked straight truth into hers. "I did not. Is that all? You said one question! Thank you ever and ever so much! Good-bye!" And he was gone.
"It is quite evident that I am not a dipplo-mat," said Margaret, with a laugh that ended in a sigh. "I wish Uncle John would come home!"
CHAPTER XIV.
BLACK SPIRITS AND WHITE.
The evening fell close and hot. Gerald Merryweather, taking his way to Fernley House, noticed the great white thunder-heads peering above the eastern horizon. "There'll be trouble by and by," he said.
"I wonder, oh, I wonder, If they're afraid of thunder.
"Ever lapsing into immortal verse, my son. You are the Lost Pleiad of Literature, that's what you are; and a mighty neat phrase that is. Oh, my Philly, why aren't you here, to take notice of my coruscations? Full many a squib is born to blaze unseen, and waste its fizzing--h.e.l.lo, you, sir! Stop a minute, will you?"
A small boy was scudding along the path before him. He turned his head, but on seeing Gerald he only doubled his rate of speed. Merton was a good runner for his size, but it was ill trying to race the Gambolling Greyhound, as Gerald had been called at school. Two or three quick steps, two or three long, lopping bounds, and Master Merton was caught, clutched by the collar, and held aloft, wriggling and protesting.
"You let me go!" whined Merton. "Oh, please Mr. Merryweather, don't stop me now. It's very important, indeed, it is."
"Just what I was thinking," said Gerald. "We'll go along together, my son. I wouldn't squirm, if I were you; destructive to the collar; believe one who has suffered. What! it is not so many years. Take courage, small cat, and strive no more!"
Merton, after one heroic wriggle, gave up the battle, and walked beside his captor in sullen silence.
"Come!" said Gerald. "Let us be merry, my son. As to that noise, now!"