by L. T. Meade
CHAPTER VIII.
PIP.
The sunshiny morning brought a still more lovely afternoon in itstrain. Nan felt cross and discontented. She had looked forward forlong to that happy day in Shirley Woods; she had a passionate love forall flowers, and for primroses in especial. She had goneprimrose-hunting when quite a little child with her mother in thehappy, happy days when they were not so poor, and mother was not soill, and their home had been in the country. As she lay in bed atnight for the past week she had thought of the intense joy of pickingprimroses.
"Even if mother is dead," she had said to herself, "I shall love tohold them in my hands; and if it is true that mother is in a beautifulcountry where there are spring flowers that never wither, perhaps sheis picking primroses too."
But now everything had come to an end. She had been good-naturedalthough disobedient, and her punishment had come. Her foot did notache very badly except when she walked on it; still, she felt veryimpatient alone in the schoolroom--forgotten, doubtless, by every oneelse in the house, for even nurse had taken the opportunity to go andvisit an old friend, and Susan the housemaid just peeped in once tosee if there were enough coals to put on the fire. But the day was toowarm for Nan to need much fire. Her book did not interest her; sheknew her lessons already by heart. She did not care to practise on thepiano. Even Jack tired her by his constant and officious attentions.
"Oh dear!" she said to herself, "was there ever such a long afternoon?How I wish Phoebe would come to see me! How I wish that I had mydarling Sophia Maria again! I might make some more clothes for her;there are all kinds of odds and ends in nurse's basket, and she wouldnot mind my rummaging in it. But there! I really have not the energy.How dull it is! I wonder if Kitty will bring me a special bunch ofprimroses, and if they will be big ones with long stems, the sortmother used to love. Oh dear! I am tired."
She yawned, shut up the book which she had already read, and takingJack into her arras, kissed him on his little round forehead.
Just then a memory came to her. Kitty had been anxious about one ofthe white rats that morning. It was her favourite rat, Pip. Pip hadnot been well; he had refused his breakfast--an almost unheard-ofthing in the annals of the rat world. Even a nut did not tempt him,and he had turned away from a piece of cheese. Kitty adored Pip. Hewas a large, rather dangerous rat. Nan as a rule kept a wide berthwhen she was asked to visit the rats and mice, for Pip had very sharpteeth, and a vicious way of darting at you and giving you a sharpbite. But Nan now thought of him with much interest. The very lastthing Kitty had said before she went out was this:
"I sha'n't enjoy myself very much after all, for Pip is not well. Icannot think what is the matter with him. I should just break my heartif anything happened to my darling Pip."
Nan had asked one or two questions, and Kitty had turned round andlooked at her.
"Oh! you can do nothing," she said. "I have put him away from Glitterand Snap. I think he looks very bad indeed; he must have eatensomething poisonous. No, please, do not go near the room, Nan,whatever you do, for you know you have not the slightest control overthe rats and mice."
Now Nan thought of the sick rat, and a curious and ever-increasingdesire to go and look at him, to find out if he were better, if he hadeaten the cheese which Kitty had last tried to tempt him with, tookpossession of her.
"It can do no harm," she thought. "I will just go and have a peep; itcertainly can do no harm. I shall be very careful; I will just openthe door and look in."
Notwithstanding the pain in her foot, Nan contrived to limp up to theattics. There were five or six attics on the next floor--large rooms,all of them. The smallest one, that facing the stairs, had been givenover to the girls for their pets. They owned several boxes of mice,different kinds of breeds--harvest mice, dormice, Japanese mice, whitemice. Nan considered all the mice most fascinating. At the oppositeside of the room were the cages where the rats reposed.
Nan knew Pip very well by appearance. He was snowy white, had a long,hairless tail, and a little patch of black just behind his left ear.It was a tiny patch of black, and Kitty considered it one of hisbeauties. Nan opened the door softly now and went in. She had left ita little ajar, not thinking much of what she was doing. When sheentered the room her dullness vanished on the spot. She could examineone cage after the other; could poke in her hand and draw it awayagain when the mice tried to bite her. There were a lot of little babymice in one cage. She thought it would be nothing short of bliss toexamine them, to count them, and to see what they were really like.But of course the sick rat, Pip, must have her first attentions. Hewas in a cage all alone--by no means a perfect cage, for it was brokenat one side. Kitty, however, had secured it against the chance of therat's escape by leaning a bit of board up against the broken side. Nanknew nothing of this; she moved the cage so as to get it into a betterlight, and peering down, looked at the sick rat. He was lying curledup in the bottom of his cage, but the sudden movement and the sight ofNan's comparatively unfamiliar face gazing at him caused Pip to becomewide awake. At that instant a thrill of fear shot through his rodentheart. Nan, without knowing it, had caused the piece of wood to slip.The very next instant the rat was out of his cage, and was scuttlingas fast as ever he could rush across the floor.
Now, this was bad enough--for nothing would induce poor Nan to catchhim--but worse was to follow; for Jack, grown a large pup now and fullof spirit, had followed his little mistress, unknown to her, into theattic. The next moment there was a cry, a scuffle, and Jack had caughtthe sick rat by the neck. Nan screamed, rushed at the dog and rat, andtried to separate them. Alack and alas! the spirit of his ancestorswas in Jack's veins at that moment; his hairs bristled in excitement.It did not take him long to shake the life out of poor Pip, who laydead and torn on the floor of the attic.
Nan's consternation exceeded all bounds.
"What shall I do? What shall I do?" she exclaimed.
She said the words aloud. A light, low laugh falling on her earscaused her to turn quickly, and she saw, standing in the doorway, afair-haired girl with large blue eyes and an exceedingly amusedexpression on her face.
"Oh!" said Nan, giving a jump.
"What is the matter?" said the girl.
"Who are you?" said Nan.
"I am Augusta Duncan. But what have you been doing? You are a funnygirl, ratting up here all by yourself."
"Oh! you don't know what it means. It is perfectly awful! I came up tosee Kitty's sick rat, Pip. She just worships Pip. She has had himalmost since he was born; and he was ill to-day, and she put him intoa separate cage, and while I was looking at him he escaped, and mybull-terrier killed him.-- Oh Jack! oh Jack! what have you done?"
The smile on the strange girl's face became a little broader; sheslowly crossed the room, looked at the rat, and then going away, cameback with a pair of tongs. With the tongs she lifted the rat and laidhim on a shelf.
"He does not look bruised," she said; "at least not much--a littleperhaps. His fur is wet, but I do not suppose Kitty will know what haskilled him. Have you courage to put him back into his cage?"
"Why should I do that?" asked Nan.
"Well, have you courage? I could not touch the horror."
The laughing, curious eyes were fixed on Nan's face. She did not knowwhy--she often wondered afterwards what had ailed her during thatmiserable day--but the next instant she had slipped the rat back intohis cage.
"That is all right," said the girl. "You need not tell; I will not.Come, let us lock the door. Have you done any further mischief in theroom? I see not. Come downstairs to the schoolroom and amuse me."
Nan followed the girl as though she were mesmerised, Jack trottingbehind her heels. They went into the schoolroom; the girl turned fullround and looked at Nan.
"Now, who are you?" she said.
"I am Nan Esterleigh."
"Oh! And has my aunt adopted you?"
"Yes."
"Do you know that I am tired? I have had a very long journey; I havecome all t
he way from France. Aunt Jessie is very busy, and said thatI might come up to the schoolroom and amuse myself. She did not knowthat you were here; she said nothing about you. Now, what I want tosay is this: if I keep your secret, will you make things pleasant tome?"
"But--but," said Nan, "I don't know that I want it to be kept asecret."
"Oh! you would like Kitty to know that you had stolen into herpreserves when she was out, and that your dog had killed her pet rat?It would be so pleasant for you, would it not?"
"It would not be pleasant at all," replied Nan. "Why are you speakingin that tone?"
"I only thought that perhaps you were going to enjoy it. And what goodwould it do making Kitty unhappy? The rat was ill when she left; shewould take its death as a matter of course. She would not know thatJack had killed it."
"But suppose--oh, suppose she ever finds out!"
"How can she find out if you do not tell and I do not tell?"
"You tempt me," said Nan; "but it does not seem right."
"Never mind whether it is right or not; do it."
"Very well," said Nan.
She sat down on the hearth-rug and began poking up the fire.
"That is right. If I do it, you must do things for me. Build up thatfire to begin."
Nan looked round at the insolent young figure stretched out in theeasiest chair which the room contained. She built up the fire withouta word.
"That is right; you can make yourself very useful. Now, run downstairsand ask one of the servants to bring me up some tea and toast, and anew-laid egg, and a little marmalade. Do not forget--toast, butter,tea, new-laid egg, and a little marmalade. I must say I think it wasvery thoughtless of Aunt Jessie not to order any food for me when Iarrived."
"Oh! did not she? Of course I will go and order the tea," said Nan ina good-natured voice.
She left the room. Her heart was beating loudly. She did not like theposition of things a bit, but she seemed to be whirled along by aninfluence stronger than her own.
"I am not even trying now to be one of the best girls," she said underher breath.
When she came back to the schoolroom, Augusta was curled up close tothe fire with Jack in her lap.
"What a nice little dog!" she said. "I should rather like to have himfor my own."
"Oh! but you can't," said Nan. "He is mine."
Augusta gave her a quizzical glance.
"You can call him yours," she said. "While I am here he is to be mydog--hey, you little beauty?" and she caught up Jack and pressed hishead against her cheek.
Presently Susan appeared with the tea, which was nicely prepared,Augusta's instructions being carried out to the letter.
"Here, Jack," said Augusta; "stand on your hind-legs and beg. Youshall have some sugar."
"Oh! please, sugar is not good for him at all," said Nan in a tone ofentreaty.
Augusta laughed, picked out the largest lump, and presented it toJack. He crunched it with appetite; when he had finished she gave himanother, and another.
"You will ruin him. He will get to be a horrid dog at this rate," saidNan.
"Well, when I leave here you can do what you like with him. While I amon the spot it is my will and pleasure to treat little Jack exactly asI think best."
Nan turned away. She felt a strange, sick sensation round her heart.
"I cannot allow myself to get into the power of this horrid girl," shesaid to herself. "It would be better to have Kitty quite furiouslyangry with me for an hour or two; yes, it would be much better than tohave that girl spoiling Jack, and ordering me about just as though Iwere her slave."
"I wish you would get me something to read," called out Augusta.
"There is a shelf full of books there," replied Nan. "You can choosewhich one you like. I am not allowed to walk much because I have hurtmy foot."
"How did you hurt it?"
"I was out to-day getting flowers for Mrs. Richmond, and I fell."
"Oh, how stupid! Did you go out by yourself?"
"Yes."
"Hum! Where did you go?"
"Not very far off; just round the corner. There is a beautifulflorist's shop just at that corner."
"I dare say; but you are rather young to go out alone. Did Aunt Jessiesay you might?"
Nan coloured and bit her lips. Augusta noticed the expression on thelittle girl's face.
"Perhaps you would rather I did not say anything about this either,"she remarked. "I won't, you know, if you tell me not. I never makemischief. I would not do so for all the world."
"Well," said Nan, "I did disobey Mrs. Richmond; but I was in such ahurry because we were all going to the country--we were to have such alovely, lovely afternoon! I was very sorry afterwards that I did notinsist on Susan's coming with me."
"We are mostly sorry when we do wrong things," said Augusta. "I am;but then, you see, I do not get into scrapes. I would not for all theworld. I am the sort of girl who gets other girls out of scrapes. Isometimes think that is my mission in life. What a lot of wrong thingsyou have done to-day! Gone out without permission, and been the causeof poor Kitty's favourite rat's death. I would not be in your shoesfor a good deal--that is, unless I had a girl like me to help me. Now,like a good child, bring me the least objectionable of the books onthat shelf."
"Augusta," said Nan.
"What a portentously solemn voice! Well? Augusta is listening."
"I think it is better to say that--that I do not want you to keepsecrets for me."
"Oh! all right, my dear--all right; you can please yourself exactly.I'll be able to explain just how I saw you with the dog in the room,and the dead rat. Kitty will think you did it on purpose."
"She could not think such a thing."
"Well, you must admit that it looks like it; you up there, and the ratdead, and Jack--_your_ Jack--having done it. However, pleaseyourself. We will see when the time comes what you will choose. Wewill not decide at present. Now then, which is the best of the books?"
"I don't know. Here is _The Fairchild Family_."
"Never heard of it. It sounds goody-goody."
"It is rather nice," said Nan. "And here is _MinisteringChildren_."
"Oh! I do not want anything of the religious order."
"And here is--oh! here is a charming book--_The Heir of Redclyffe_,by Miss Yonge."
"I have read it before, but I will glance through it again; just tossthe volume across to me."
Nan brought it in a meek fashion to Augusta, who took it, raised hereyes to the little dark face, and smiled.
"You are not a bad sort," she said; "and you can be useful to me. Imean to make you useful. Now sit down, Nan, and do not make a noise.Read anything you like, only don't disturb me."
Augusta buried herself against some comfortable cushions, opened herbook, and was lost in its contents. Nan, feeling sick and miserable,her ankle aching terribly, took the next most comfortable chair.
By-and-by there came a message for Augusta to go downstairs to Mrs.Richmond.
"That is right," she said, jumping up. "How do I look, Nan? Hairtidy--eh?"
"Oh yes," said Nan; "it is pretty well."
"Pretty well! If you talk in that tone I shall send you for a brushand comb and glass. Let me look at myself through your eyes. What big,dark eyes you have! They are very pretty. You will be a handsome girlby-and-by."
"Shall I?" replied Nan, much comforted, not to say charmed, by thesewords.
"Of course you will. And you are a nice little thing--quite nice. Now,keep the fire alive, and look after _my_ Jack until I return."
