The Skipper's Wooing, and The Brown Man's Servant Part 17
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He was roused to a sense of the danger of his position by footsteps on the path outside, which, coming nearer and nearer, were evidently aimed at the summer-house. With a silence and celerity of which any brave would have been proud, he got under the table.
"There you are, you naughty little girl," said a woman's voice. "You will not come out until you know your rivers perfectly."
Somebody was pushed into the summer-house, the door slammed behind, and a key turned in the lock. The footsteps retreated again, and the embarra.s.sed brave realized that he was in a cruelly false position, his very life, so to speak, depending on the strength a small girl's scream.
"I don't care!" said a dogged voice. "Bother your rivers! bother your rivers! bother your rivers!"
The owner of the voice sat on the table and hummed fiercely. In the stress of mental anguish caused by his position, Henry made a miscalculation, and in turning b.u.mped the table heavily with his head.
"Ough!" said the small girl breathlessly.
"Don't be frightened," said Henry, popping up humbly; "I won't hurt you."
"Hoo!" said the small girl in a flutter; "a boy!"
Henry rose and seated himself respectfully, coughing confusedly, as he saw the small girl's gaze riveted on his pockets.
"What have you got in your pockets?" she asked.
"Apples," said Henry softly. "I bought 'em in the town."
The small girl extended her hand, and accepting a couple, inspected them carefully.
"You're a bad, wicked boy!" she said seriously as she bit into one.
"You'll get it when Miss Dimchurch comes!"
"Who's Miss Dimchurch?" inquired Henry with pardonable curiosity.
"Schoolmistress," said the small girl.
"Is this a school?" said Henry.
The small girl, her mouth full of apple, nodded.
"Any men here?" inquired Henry with an a.s.sumed carelessness.
The small girl shook her head.
"You're the only boy I've ever seen here," she said gleefully. "You'll get it when Miss Dimchurch comes!"
His mind relieved of a great fear, Henry leaned back and smiled confidently.
"I'm not afraid of the old girl," he said quietly, as he pulled out his pipe and filled it.
The small girl's eyes glistened with admiration.
"I wish I was a boy," she said plaintively, "then I shouldn't mind her.
Are you a sailor-boy?"
"Sailor," corrected Henry; "yes."
"I like sailors," said the small girl amicably. "You may have a bite of my apple if you like."
"Never mind, thanks," said Henry hastily; "I've got a clean one here."
The small girl drew herself up and eyed him haughtily, but finding that he was not looking at her resumed her apple.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"'Enery Hatkins," replied the youth, as he remembered sundry cautions about the letter h he had received at school. "What's yours?"
"Gertrude Ursula Florence Harcourt," said the small girl, sitting up straighter to say it. "I don't like the name of Atkins."
"Don't you?" said Henry, trying not to show resentment. "I don't like Gertrude, or Ursula, or Florence, and Harcourt's the worst of all."
Miss Harcourt drew off three or four inches and drummed with the tips of her fingers on the table. "I don't care what you like," she said humming.
"I like Gerty," said Henry with the air of a connoisseur, as he looked at the small flushed face. "I think Gerty's very pretty."
"That's what they always call me," said Miss Harcourt carelessly. "Does your s.h.i.+p go right out to sea?"
"Yes," said the boy. They had been blown out to sea once, and he salved his conscience with that.
"And how many times," said Gertrude Ursula Florence Harcourt, getting nearer to him again, "have you had fights with pirates?"
She left absolutely no loophole. If she had asked him whether he had ever fought pirates he would have said "No," though that would have been hard with her little excitable face turned towards his and the dark blue eyes dancing with interest.
"I forget whether it was six or seven," said Henry Atkins. "I think it was only six."
"Tell us all about them," said Miss Harcourt, s.h.i.+fting with excitement.
Henry took a bite of his apple and started, thankful that a taste for reading of a thrilling description had furnished him with material. He fought s.h.i.+ps in a way which even admirals had never thought of, and certainly not the pirates, who were invariably discomfited by the ingenious means by which he enabled virtue to triumph over sin. Miss Harcourt held her breath with pleasurable terror, and tightened or relaxed the grip of her small and not too clean fingers on his arm as the narrative proceeded.
"But you never killed a man yourself," said she, when he had finished.
There was an inflection, just a slight inflection, of voice, which Henry thought undeserved after the trouble he had taken.
"I can't exactly say," he replied shortly. "You see in the heat"-he got it right that time-"in the heat of an engagement you can't be sure."
"Of course you can't," said Miss Harcourt, repenting of her unreasonableness. "You are brave!" Henry blushed.
"Are you an officer?" inquired Miss Harcourt.
"Not quite," said Henry, wis.h.i.+ng somehow that he was.
"If you make haste and become an officer I'll marry you when I grow up,"
said Miss Harcourt, smiling on him kindly. "That is if you like, of course."
"I should like it very much," said Henry wistfully, "I didn't mean it when I said I didn't like your names just now."
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