The Ffolliots of Redmarley Part 9
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"Oh, father, mayn't I do it up to-night before church. I should love to, do let me."
"No, my child, to-morrow is more suitable."
Mary did not ask why. None of the children except the Kitten ever questioned any of Mr Ffolliot's decisions . . . to him.
"Have you done with me, father?" Mary asked. "I think it must be tea-time."
"Yes, Mary, you may go, but remember, nothing of this sort must ever occur again; it has distressed and annoyed me."
"I'm sorry, father, I didn't think . . ."
"You never do," said Mr Ffolliot, "that is what I complain of."
Thus it came about that Mr Ffolliot was himself directly responsible for the friendly smile which greeted Eloquent as Mary pa.s.sed him in the aisle of Redmarley church that evening.
She had not been allowed to put up her hair that evening. She was not a grown-up lady yet.
Therefore would she grin at whomsoever she pleased.
CHAPTER VII
THE KITTEN
The Kitten was born on a Whitsunday morning about eight o'clock. Mr Ffolliot went himself to announce the news to Ger, who was sitting in his high chair eating bread and milk at nursery breakfast. Ger was all alone with Thirza, the under-nurse, and he was thunderstruck to see his father at such an unusual hour, above all, in such an unusual place as his nursery.
"Ger," said Mr Ffolliot, quite genially for him, "you've got a new little sister."
Ger regarded his father solemnly with large, mournful eyes, then said aggrievedly, "Well, _I_ can't help it."
Mr Ffolliot laughed. "You don't seem overjoyed," he remarked.
"Are you sorry, father?" Ger asked anxiously.
"Sorry," Mr Ffolliot repeated, "of course not; why should you think I'm sorry?"
"Well, you see," said Ger, "it makes another of us."
Mr Ffolliot ignored this remark. He moved towards the door. At the door he paused; "You may," he said graciously, "go and see your little sister in an hour or two; mother said so."
As the door was closed behind him, Thirza sat down again with a sort of gasp. "Whatever did you mean, my dear, talking to Squire like that?"
she demanded shrilly.
"Like what?" asked Ger.
"Sayin' as it wasn't your fault, and seemin' so down about it all.
Why, you ought to be glad there's a dear little new baby, and you such an affectionate child an' all."
"It makes another of us," Ger persisted, and Thirza gave him up as an enigma.
In due time he went to the dressing-room off the big spare bedroom, and there sat the kind, comfortable lady he knew as "mother's nurse" (Ger had not seen her as often as the others, but still she came from time to time "just to see how they were all getting on," and he liked her).
There she sat on a small rocking-chair with a bundle on her knee.
"Come, my darling, and see your little sister," she cried cheerfully.
Ger advanced. She opened the head flannel and displayed a small, dark head, and a red, puckered countenance.
"When will she be able to see?" asked Ger.
As if in answer the baby opened a pair of large dark eyes and stared fixedly at the round, earnest face bent above her.
"See, bless you!" mother's nurse exclaimed, "see! why, she isn't a kitten. She can see right enough. Look how she's taking you in. She has stared about from the minute she was born, as if she'd been here before and was looking round to see that things were all the same.
She's the living image of Squire."
"I think she's rather like a kitten," Ger persisted, "but I'm glad she can see. I think she likes me rather."
And that was how the Kitten got her name.
She was not a Grantly. She was all Ffolliot, and she was the only one of the children absolutely fearless in the presence of her father.
Small and dark and delicately made, with quick-sighted falcon-coloured eyes that nothing escaped. Unlike her big, healthy brethren, she was never in the slightest degree shy or clumsy, and she cared not a single groat for anyone or anything in the whole wide world so long as she got her own way. And this, being a member of the Ffolliot family, she did not get nearly as often as she would have liked. But she understood her father as did none of the others, and she could "get round him" in a fas.h.i.+on that filled those others with astonished admiration.
She also considerably astonished Mr Ffolliot, for from the very first she was familiar, and familiarity on the part of his children he neither encouraged nor desired. Moreover, she was ubiquitous and elusive. No army of nurses could restrain the Kitten in her peregrinations. She could speak distinctly, run, and run fast, when she was little over a year old, and she possessed a singularly enquiring mind. She was demonstrative but not affectionate; she was enchanting, and stony-hearted was the creature who could resist her.
She liked an audience, and she loved to "tell" things. To this end she would sit on your knee and lay one small but determined hand upon your cheek to turn your face towards her, so that she could make sure you were attending. She kept the small hand there, soft and light, a fairy-like caress, unless your attention wandered. If this happened, a sharp little pinch quickly diverted your thoughts into the proper channel. As she pinched you, the Kitten dropped her eyes so that you noticed how long and black were her eyelashes. Then, having punished you, she raised her eyes to yours with so seraphic an expression that you thought of "large-eyed cherubim" and entirely forgot that she had pinched you at all, unless next day as you looked in the gla.s.s you happened to notice a little blue mark on your cheek. The Kitten could pinch hard.
She was Ger's greatest joy and his unceasing anxiety. From the very first he had const.i.tuted himself her guide, philosopher . . . and slave. Yet the dictatorial little lady found out very early in the day, that in certain things she had to conform to her indulgent brother's standards, the family standards; and though she might be all Ffolliot in certain matters, the Grantly ethics were too strong for her. That Ger should love her, that he should be always kind and protective and unselfish she took as a matter of course; but she wanted him to admire her too, and ready as he was to oblige her in most things, she found that here he was strangely firm. If she told tales or complained of people, or persisted in tiresome teasing when asked politely to desist, Ger withdrew the light of his countenance, and the Kitten was uncomfortable.
To tell tales, or complain, or try to get another into trouble for any reason whatsoever was forbidden. The others had each in their turn accepted this doctrine as they accepted day and night, the sun and moon and stars. The Kitten had to be taught these things, and Ger it was who saw to it that she learned them.
There was a law in the family that if any member of it, after enduring for a s.p.a.ce a certain line of conduct from another, said, "_Please_ stop it," that person had to stop, or nemesis, by no means leaden-footed, overtook the offender. It took quite a long time to get it into the Kitten's head that it was a law.
She had an extraordinarily loud and piercing cry when she was angry--a cry that penetrated to the sacred study itself, no matter where she might be in the house.
One day when she was about three years old she was so naughty, so disobedient, so entirely unmanageable at nursery tea, that Nana, the long-suffering, fairly lost her temper. The Kitten placed the final stone on a pillar of wrongdoing by drawing patterns on the tablecloth with a long line of golden syrup dropped from a blob she had secured on her small finger, and Nana gave the chubby hand belonging to the finger a good hard smack. The Kitten opened her mouth and gave vent to a yell almost demoniacal in its volume and intensity.
Mr Ffolliot, reading the _Quarterly Review_ in dignified seclusion, heard it in his study, was convinced that his youngest child was being tortured by the others, and hastened hot-foot to the nursery.
Ger had his fingers in his ears. Nana, flushed and angry, stirred her tea pretending that she didn't hear; Thirza murmured pacific and wholly useless nothings. At her father's sudden and wholly unexpected appearance, accompanied as it was by the swift uprising of both the nurses, the Kitten stopped her clamorous vociferation, and with bunches of tears still hanging on her lashes smiled radiantly at the Squire, announcing with a wave of her sticky little hand.
"'At's fahver."
"What," Mr Ffolliot demanded angrily, "what in heaven's name has been done to that child to make her shriek like that? What happened?"
"Miss Kitten, sir," Nana said slowly, "has not been very good at tea this afternoon."
"But what made her shriek like that?" Mr Ffolliot continued--"a more alarming cry I never heard."
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