Nobody Part 24
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CHAPTER XI.
SUMMER MOVEMENTS.
All things in the world, so far as the dwellers in Shampuashuh knew, went their usual course in peace for the next few months. Lois gathered her strawberries, and Madge made her currant jelly. Peas ripened, and green corn was on the board, and potatoes blossomed, and young beets were pulled, and peaches began to come. It was a calm, gentle life the little family lived; every day exceedingly like the day before, and yet every day with something new in it. Small pieces of novelty, no doubt; a dish of tomatoes, or the first yellow raspberries, or a new pattern for a dress, or a new receipt for cake. Or they walked down to the sh.o.r.e and dug clams, some fine afternoon; or Mrs. Das.h.i.+ell lent them a new book; or Mr. Das.h.i.+ell preached an extraordinary sermon. It was a very slight ebb and flow of the tide of time; however, it served to keep everything from stagnation. Then suddenly, at the end of July, came Mrs. Wishart's summons to Lois to join her on her way to the Isles of Shoals. "I shall go in about a week," the letter ran; "and I want you to meet me at the Shampuashuh station; for I shall go that way to Boston. I cannot stop, but I will have your place taken and all ready for you. You must come, Lois, for I cannot do without you; and when other people need you, you know, you never hesitate. Do not hesitate now."
There was a good deal of hesitation, however, on one part and another, before the question was settled.
"Lois has just got home," said Charity. "I don't see what she should be going again for. I should like to know if Mrs. Wishart thinks she ain't wanted at home!"
"People don't think about it," said Madge; "only what they want themselves. But it is a fine chance for Lois."
"Why don't she ask you?" said Charity.
"She thought Madge would enjoy a visit to her in New York more," said Lois. "So she said to me."
"And so I would," cried Madge. "I don't care for a parcel of little islands out at sea. But that would just suit Lois. What sort of a place _is_ the Isles of Shoals anyhow?"
"Just that," said Lois; "so far as I know. A parcel of little islands, out in the sea."
"Where at?" said Charity.
"I don't know exactly."
"Get the map and look."
"They are too small to be down on the map."
"What is Eliza Wishart wantin' to go there for?" asked Mrs. Armadale.
"O, she goes somewhere every year, grandma; to one place and another; and I suppose she likes novelty."
"That's a poor way to live," said the old lady. "But I suppose, bein'
such a place, it'll be sort o' lonesome, and she wants you for company.
May be she goes for her health."
"I think quite a good many people go there, grandma."
"There can't, if they're little islands out at sea. Most folks wouldn't like that. Do you want to go, Lois?"
"I would like it, very much. I just want to see what they are like, grandmother. I never did see the sea yet."
"You saw it yesterday, when we went for clams," said Charity scornfully.
"That? O no. That's not the sea, Charity."
"Well, it's mighty near it."
It seemed to be agreed at last that Lois should accept her cousin's invitation; and she made her preparations. She made them with great delight. Pleasant as the home-life was, it was quite favourable to the growth of an appet.i.te for change and variety; and the appet.i.te in Lois was healthy and strong. The sea and the islands, and, on the other hand, an intermission of gardening and fruit-picking; Shampuashuh people lost sight of for a time, and new, new, strange forms of humanity and ways of human life; the prospect was happy. And a happy girl was Lois, when one evening in the early part of August she joined Mrs. Wishart in the night train to Boston. That lady met her at the door of the drawing-room car, and led her to the little compartment where they were screened off from the rest of the world.
"I am so glad to have you!" was her salutation. "Dear me, how well you look, child! What have you been doing to yourself?"
"Getting brown in the sun, picking berries."
"You are not brown a bit. You are as fair as--whatever shall I compare you to? Roses are common."
"Nothing better than roses, though," said Lois.
"Well, a rose you must be; but of the freshest and sweetest. We don't have such roses in New York. Fact, we do not. I never see anything so fresh there. I wonder why?"
"People don't live out-of-doors picking berries," suggested Lois.
"What has berry-picking to do with it? My dear, it is a pity we shall have none of your old admirers at the Isles of Shoals; but I cannot promise you one. You see, it is off the track. The Caruthers are going to Saratoga; they stayed in town after the mother and son got back from Florida. The Bentons are gone to Europe. Mr. Dillwyn, by the way, was he one of your admirers, Lois?"
"Certainly not," said Lois, laughing. "But I have a pleasant remembrance of him, he gave us such a good lunch one day. I am very glad I am not going to see anybody I ever saw before. Where _are_ the Isles of Shoals? and what are they, that you should go to see them?"
"I'm not going to see them--there's nothing to see, unless you like sea and rocks. I am going for the air, and because I must go somewhere, and I am tired of everywhere else. O, they're out in the Atlantic--sea all round them--queer, barren places. I am so glad I've got you, Lois! I don't know a soul that's to be there--can't guess what we shall find; but I've got you, and I can get along."
"Do people go there just for health?"
"O, a few, perhaps; but the thing is what I am after--novelty; they are hardly the fas.h.i.+on yet."
"That is the very oddest reason for doing or not doing things!" said Lois. "Because it's the fas.h.i.+on! As if that made it pleasant, or useful."
"It does!" said Mrs. Wishart. "Of course it does. Pleasant, yes, and useful too. My dear, you don't want to be out of the fas.h.i.+on?"
"Why not, if the fas.h.i.+on does not agree with me?"
"O my dear, you will learn. Not to agree with the fas.h.i.+on, is to be out with the world."
"With one part of it," said Lois merrily.
"Just the part that is of importance. Never mind, you will learn. Lois, I am so sleepy, I can not keep up any longer. I must curl down and take a nap. I just kept myself awake till we reached Shampuashuh. You had better do as I do. My dear, I am very sorry, but I can't help it."
So Mrs. Wishart settled herself upon a heap of bags and wraps, took off her bonnet, and went to sleep. Lois did not feel in the least like following her example. She was wide-awake with excitement and expectation, and needed no help of entertainment from anybody. With her thoroughly sound mind and body and healthy appet.i.tes, every detail and every foot of the journey was a pleasure to her; even the corner of a drawing-room car on a night train. It was such change and variety! and Lois had spent all her life nearly in one narrow sphere and the self-same daily course of life and experience. New York had been one great break in this uniformity, and now came another. Islands in the sea! Lois tried to fancy what they would be like. So much resorted to already, they must be very charming; and green meadows, shadowing trees, soft sh.o.r.es and cosy nooks rose up before her imagination. Mr.
Caruthers and his family were at Saratoga, that was well; but there would be other people, different from the Shampuashuh type; and Lois delighted in seeing new varieties of humankind as well as new portions of the earth where they live. She sat wide-awake opposite to her sleeping hostess, and made an entertainment for herself out of the place and the night journey. It was a starlit, sultry night; the world outside the hurrying train covered with a wonderful misty veil, under which it lay half revealed by the heavenly illumination; soft, mysterious, vast; a breath now and then whispering of nature's luxuriant abundance and sweetness that lay all around, out there under the stars, for miles and hundreds of miles. Lois looked and peered out sometimes, so happy that it was not Shampuashuh, and that she was away, and that she would see the sun s.h.i.+ne on new landscapes when the morning came round; and sometimes she looked within the car, and marvelled at the different signs and tokens of human life and character that met her there. And every yard of the way was a delight to her.
Meanwhile, how weirdly and strangely do the threads of human life cross and twine and untwine in this world!
That same evening, in New York, in the Caruthers mansion in Twenty-Third Street, the drawing-room windows were open to let in the refres.h.i.+ng breeze from the sea. The light lace curtains swayed to and fro as the wind came and went, but were not drawn; for Mrs. Caruthers liked, she said, to have so much of a screen between her and the pa.s.sers-by. For that matter, the windows were high enough above the street to prevent all danger of any one's looking in. The lights were burning low in the rooms, on account of the heat; and within, in att.i.tudes of exhaustion and helplessness sat mother and daughter in their several easy-chairs. Tom was on his back on the floor, which, being nicely matted, was not the worst place. A welcome break to the monotony of the evening was the entrance of Philip Dillwyn. Tom got up from the floor to welcome him, and went back then to his former position.
"How come you to be here at this time of year?" Dillwyn asked. "It was mere accident my finding you. Should never have thought of looking for you. But by chance pa.s.sing, I saw that windows were open and lights visible, so I concluded that something else might be visible if I came in."
"We are only just pa.s.sing through," Julia explained. "Going to Saratoga to-morrow. We have only just come from Newport."
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