WE HAD NO DIFFICULTY IN FINDING HER BATH-CHAIR.—p. 108.WE HAD NO DIFFICULTY IN FINDING HER BATH-CHAIR.—p. 108.
'Dinner isn't always quite so pumptual onWednesdays,' said Pete, 'with its being a half-holiday, you know.'
It turned out right enough on Wednesday.
Considering what a little girl she was then—only eight and a bit—Margaret was very clever with her plans and settlings, as we have often told her since. I daresay it was with her having lived so much alone, and read so many story-books, and made up stories for herself too, as she often did, though we didn't know that then.
We had no difficulty in finding her bath-chair, and the man took it quite naturally that she should have some friends, and, of course, made no objection to our walking beside her and talking to her. He was a very nice kind sort of a man, though he scarcely ever spoke. Perhaps he had children of his own, and was glad for Margaret to be amused. He took great care of the chair, over the crossing the road and the turnings, and no doubt he had been told to be extra careful, but as Miss Bogle had no idea that Margaret knew a creature in the place I don't suppose 'the witch' had ever thought of telling him that he was not to let any one speak to her.
It was a very fine day—a sort of November summer, and when you were in the full sunshine itreally felt quite hot. There were bath-chairs standing still, for the people in them to enjoy the warmth and to stare out at the sea.
Margaret did not want to stare at it, and no more did we. But it was more comfortable to talk with the chair standing still; for though to look at one going it seems to crawl along like a snail, I can tell you to keep up with it you have to step out pretty fast, faster than Peterkin could manage without a bit of running every minute or so, which is certainlynotcomfortable, and faster than I myself could manage as well as talking, without getting short of breath.
So we were very glad to pull up for a few minutes, though we had already got through a good deal of business, as I will tell you.
Margaret had made up her mind to run away! Fancy that—a little girl of eight!
Pete and I were awfully startled when she burst out with it. She could stand Miss Bogle and the dreadful dulness and loneliness of Rock Terrace no longer, she declared, not to speak of what might happen to her in the way of being turned into a kitten or a mouse orsomething, if the witch got really too spiteful.
'And where will you go to?' we asked.
'Home,' she said, 'at least to my nursey's, and that is close to home.'
We were so puzzled at this that we could scarcely speak.
'To yournurse's!' we said at last.
'Yes, to my own nurse—my old nurse!' said Margaret, quite surprised that we didn't understand. And then she explained what she thought she had told us.
'That stupid thing who is my nurse now,' she said, 'isn't myrealnurse. I mean she has only been with me since I came here. She belongs to Miss Bogle—I mean Miss Bogle got her. My own darling nursey had to leave me. She stayed and stayed because of that bad cold I got, you know, but as soon as I was better shehadto go, because her mother was so old and ill, and hasn'tnobodybut nursey to take care of her. And then when Gran had to go away he settled it all with that witchy Miss Bogle, and she got this goosey nurse, and my own nursey brought me here. And she cried and cried when she went away, and she said she'd come some day to see if I was happy, but the witch said no, she mustn't, it would upset me; and so she's never dared to; andnow you can fancy what my life has been,' Margaret finished up, in quite a triumphant tone.
Peterkin was nearly crying by this time. But I knew I must be very sensible. It all seemed so very serious.
'But what will your grandfather say when he knows you've run away?' I asked, while Peterkin stood listening, with his mouth wide open.
'He'd be very glad to know where I was,Ishould say,' Margaret replied. 'My own nursey will write to him, and I will myself. It'll be a good deal better than if I stayed to be turned into something he'd never know was me. Then, what would Dads and Mummy say tohimfor having lost me?'
'The parrot'd tell, p'raps,' said Pete.
'As if anybody would believe him!' exclaimed Margaret, 'except people who understand about fairies and witches and things like that, that you two and I know about.'
She was givingmecredit for more believing in 'things like that' than I was feeling just then, to tell the truth. But what I did feel rather disagreeably sure of, was this queer little girl's determination. She sometimes spoke as if she was twenty. Putting it all together, I had a sort of instinct that it wasbest not to laugh at her ideas at all, as the next thing would be that she and her devoted 'Perkins' would be making plans without me, and really getting lost, or into dreadful troubles of some kind. So I contented myself with just saying—
'Why should Miss Bogle want to turn you into anything?'
'Because witches are like that,' said Peterkin, answering for his princess.
'And because she hates the bother of having me,' added Margaret. 'She has written to Gran that I am very troublesome—nurse told me so; nurse can't hold her tongue—and I daresay I am,' she added truly. 'And so, if I seemed to be lost, she'd say it wasn't her fault. And as I suppose I'd never be found, there'd be an end of it.'
'You couldn't but be foundnow,' said Peterkin, 'as, you see,we'dknow.'
'If she didn't turnyouinto something too,' said Margaret, with the sparkle of mischief in her eyes again.
Pete looked rather startled at this new idea.
'The best thing to do is for me to go away to a safe place while I'm still myself,' she added.
'But have you got the exact address? Do youknow what station to go to, and all that sort of thing?' I asked. 'And have you got money enough?'
'Plenty,' she said, nodding her head; 'plenty for all I've planned. Of course I know the station—it's the same as for my own home, and nursey lives in the village where the railway comes. Much nearer thanourhouse, which is two miles off. And I know nursey will have me, even if she had to sleep on the floor herself. The only bother is that I'll have to change out of the train fromhere, and get into another at a place that's called a Junction. Nursey and I had to do that when we came here, and I heard Gran explain it all to her, and I know it's the same going back, for the nurse I havenowtold me so. When she goes to London she stays in the same railway; but if you'renotgoing to London, you have to get into another one. And nursey and I had to wait nearly half-an-hour, I should think, and that's the part I mind,' and, for the first time, her eager little face looked anxious. 'The railway people would ask me who I was, and where I was going, as, you see, I look so much littler than I am; so I've planned for you two kind boys to come with me to that changing station, and wait till I'vegot into the train that goes to Hill Horton; that'sourstation. I've plenty of money,' she went on hurriedly, for, I suppose, she saw that I was looking very grave, and Peterkin's face was pink with excitement.
'It isn't that,' I said; 'it's—it's the whole thing. Supposing you got lost after all, it would be——'
'No, no! I won't get lost,' she said, speaking again in her very grown-up voice. 'And remember, you're on your word of honour asgentlemen!—gentlemen!' she repeated, 'not to tell any one without my leave. If you do, I'll just run away by myself, and very likely get lost or stolen, or something. And how would you feel then?'
'We are not going to break our promise,' I said. 'You needn't be afraid.'
'I'm not,' she said, and her face grew rather red. 'I always keepmyword, and I expect any one I trust to keep theirs.'
And though she was such a little girl, not much older than Elvira, whom we often called a 'baby,' I felt sure shewould'keep hers.' It certainly wouldn't mend matters to risk her starting off by herself, as I believe she would have done if we had failed her.
It has taken longer to write down all our talking than the talking itself did, even though it was a little interrupted by the bath-chair man every now and then taking a turn up and down, 'just to keep Missy moving a bit,' he said.
Margaret's plans were already so very clear in her head that she had no difficulty in getting us to understand them thoroughly, and I don't think I need go on about what she said, and what we said. I will tell what we fixed to do, and what we did do.
Next Wednesday—a full week on—was the day she had settled for her escape from Rock Terrace. It was a long time to wait, but it was the day her nurse was pretty sure—really quite sure, Margaret thought—to go to London again, for she had said so. She went by a morning train, and did not come back till after dark in the evening, so there was no fear of our running up against her at the railway station. There was a train that would do for Hill Horton, after waiting a little at the Junction, at about three o'clock in the afternoon; and as it was my half-holiday, Peterkin and I could easily get leave to go out together if it was fine, and if it wasn't, we would have to come without! We trusted it would befine; and I settled in my own mind that if wehadto come without asking, I'd leave a message with James the footman, that they weren't to be frightened about us at home, for I didn't want mamma and all the others to be in a fuss again, like the evening Peterkin was lost.
Margaret said we needn't be away more than about an hour and a half. I don't quite remember how she'd got all she knew about the times of the trains. I think it was from the cook or housemaid at Miss Bogle's, for I know she said one of them came from near Hill Horton, and that she was very good-natured, and liked talking about Margaret's home and her own.
So it was settled.
Just to make it even more fixed, we promised to go round by Rock Terrace on Monday at the usual time, and Margaret was either to speak to us from the dining-room window, or, if she couldn't, she would hang out a white handkerchief somewhere that we should be sure to see, which would mean that it was all right.
We were to meet her at the corner of her row of houses nearest Lindsay Square, at half-past two on Wednesday. How she meant to do about her bath-chairdrive, and all the rest of it, she didn't tell us, and, really, there wasn't time.
But I felt sure she would manage it, and Peterkin was even surer than I.
The last thing she said was—
'Of course, I shall have very little luggage; not more than you two boys can easily carry between you.'
Thatwas on a Wednesday, and the same day the next week was to betheday. On the Monday, as we had planned, we strolled along Rock Terrace. Luckily, it was a fine day, and we could look well about us without appearing to have any particular reason for doing so. It would have seemed rather funny if we had been holding up umbrellas, or, I should say, ifIhad been, for when it rained Peterkin wasn't allowed to come to meet me.
We stood still in front of the parrot's house. He was out on the balcony. I wondered if he would notice us, or if he did, if he would condescend to speak to us.
Yes, I felt that his ugly round eyes—don't you think all parrots' eyes are ugly, however pretty theirfeathers are?—were fixed on us, and in a moment or two came his squeaky, croaky voice—
'Good morning, boys! Good morning! Pretty Poll!'
'He didn't say "naughty boys,"' I remarked.
'No, of course not,' replied Peterkin; 'because he knows all about it now, you see.'
'We mustn't stand here long, however,' I said. 'I wond——'
'I wonder why Margaret hasn't hung out a handkerchief if she couldn't get to speak to us,' I was going to have said, but just at that moment we heard a voice on the upstairs balcony—
'Good Polly,' it said, 'good, good Polly.'
And the parrot repeated with great pride—
'Good, good Polly.'
But when we looked up there was no one to be seen, only I thought one of the glass doors of Margaret's dining-room clicked a little. And I was right. In another moment there she was herself, on the dining-room balcony—half on it, that's to say, and half just inside.
'Isn't he good?' she said, when we came as near as we dared to hear her. 'I told him to let me know as soon as he saw you, for I couldn't manage thehandkerchief, and I was afraid you might have gone before I could catch you. Nurse has been after me so this morning, for the witch was angry with me yesterday for standing at the window without my shawl. But you mustn't stay,' and she nodded in her queenly little way. 'It's keeping all right—Wednesday at half-past two, at the corner next the Square—wet or fine. Good-bye.'
'Good-bye, all right,' we whispered, but she heard us.
So did the parrot.
'Good-bye, boys; good Polly! good, good Polly!' and something else which Peterkin declared meant, 'Wednesday at half-past two.'
I felt pretty nervous, I can tell you, that day and the next. At least I suppose it's what people call feeling very nervous. I seemed half in a dream, and, as if I couldn't settle to anything, all queer and fidgety. A little, just a very little perhaps, like what you feel when you know you are going to the dentist's, especially if youhaven'tgot toothache; for when you have it badly, you don't mind the thought of having a tooth out, even a thumping double one.
Yet I should have felt disappointed if the whole thing had been given up, and, worse than that,horribly frightened if it had ended in Margaret's saying she'd run away by herself without us helping her, as I know—I have said so two or three times already, I'm afraid: it's difficult to keep from repeating if you're not accustomed to writing and feel very anxious to explain things clearly—as I know she really would have done.
And then there was the smaller worry of wondering what sort of weather there was going to be on Wednesday, which did matter a good deal.
I shall never forget how thankful I felt inthemorning when it came, and I awoke, and opened my eyes, without any snorting for once, to hear Peterkin's first words—
'It's a very fine day, Gilley—couldn't be better.'
'Thank goodness,' I said.
He was sitting up, as usual; but I don't think he had stared me awake this morning, for he was gazing out in the direction of the window, where up above the short blind a nice show of pale-blue sky was to be seen; a wintry sort of blue, with the early mist over it a little, but still quite cheering and 'lasting' looking.
'All the same,' I went on, speaking more to myself, perhaps, than to him, 'I wish we were wellthrough it, and your princess safe with her old nurse.'
For I could not have felt comfortable about her, as I have several times said, even ifwehad not promised to help her. More than that—I do believe she was so determined, that supposing mamma or Mrs. Wylie or any grown-up person had somehow come to know about it, Margaret would have kept to her plan, and perhaps even hurried it on and got into worse trouble.
She needed a lesson; though I still do think, and always shall think, that old Miss Bogle and her new nurse and everybody were not a bit right in the way they tried to manage her.
I hurried home from school double-quick that morning, you may be sure. And Peterkin and I were ready for dinner—hands washed, hair brushed, and all the rest of it—long before the gong sounded.
Mamma looked at us approvingly, I remember, when she came into the dining-room, where we were waiting before the girls and Clement had made their appearance.
'Good boys,' she said, smiling, 'that's how I like to see you. How neat you both look, and down first, too!'
I felt rather a humbug, but I don't believe Peterkin did; he was so completely taken up with the thought of Margaret's escape, and so down-to-the-ground sure that he was doing a most necessary piece of business if she was to be saved from the witch's 'enchantering,' as he would call it.
But as I was older, of course, the mixture of feelings in my mindwasa mixture, and I couldn't stand being altogether a humbug.
So I said to mamma—
'It's mostly that we want to go out as soon as ever we've had our dinner; you know you gave us leave to go?'
'Oh yes,' said she. 'Well, it's a very nice day, and you will take good care of Peterkin, won't you, Giles? Don't tire him. Are any of your schoolfel——'
But at that moment a note was brought to her, which she had to send an answer to, and when she sat down at the table again, she was evidently still thinking of it, and forgot she had not finished her question, which I was very glad of.
So we got off all right, though I had a feeling that Clement looked at usrathercuriously, as we left the dining-room.
At theverylast moment, I did give the messageI had thought about in my own mind, with James. Just for him to say that mamma and nobody was to be frightened if wewererather late of coming back—evenif it should be after dark; that we should be all right.
And then we ran off without giving James time to say anything, though he did open his mouth and begin to stutter out some objection. He was rather a donkey, but I knew that he was to be trusted, so I just laughed in his face.
We were a little before the time at the corner of the square, but that was a good thing. It would never have done to keepherwaiting, Peterkin said. He always spoke of her as if she was a kind of queen. And he was right enough. All the same, my heart did beat in rather a funny way, thinking to myself what could or should we do if she didn't come?
But we were not kept waiting long. In another minute or so, a little figure appeared round the corner, hastening towards us as fast as it could, but evidently a good deal bothered by a large parcel, which at the first glance looked nearly as big as itself.
Of course it was Margaret.
'Oh,' she exclaimed, 'I am so glad you are herealready. It's this package. I had no idea it would seem so heavy.'
'It's nothing,' said Peterkin, valiantly, taking it from her as he spoke.
And it really wasn't very much—what had made it seem so conspicuous was that the contents were all wrapped up in her red shawl, and naturally it looked a queer bundle for a little girl like her to be carrying. She was not at all strong either, even for a little girl, and afterwards I was not surprised at this, for the illness she had spoken of as a bad cold had really been much worse than that.
'Let's hurry on,' she said, 'I shan't feel safe till we've got to the station,' for which I certainly thought she had good reason.
I had meant to go by the front way, which was actually the shortest, but the scarlet bundle staggered me. Luckily I knew my way about the streets pretty well, so I chose rather less public ones. And before long, even though the package was not very heavy, Peterkin began to flag, so I had to help him a bit with it.
But for that, there would have been nothing about us at all noticeable. Margaret was quite nicely and quietly dressed in dark-blue serge, something likeBlanche and Elvira, and we just looked as if we were a little sister and two schoolboy brothers.
'Couldn't you have got something less stary to tie up your things in?' I asked her when we had got to some little distance from Rock Terrace, and were in a quiet street.
She shook her head.
'No,' she said, 'it was the only thing. I have a nice black bag, as well as my trunks, of course, but the witch or nurse has hidden it away. Icouldn'tfind it. It's just as if they had thought I might be planning to run away. Inearlytook nurse's waterproof cape; she didn't take it to London to-day, because it is so fine and bright. But I didn't like to, after all. It won't matter once we are in the train, and at Hill Horton it will be a good thing, as my own nursey will see it some way off.'
We were almost at the station by now, and I told Margaret so.
'All right,' she said. 'I have the money all ready. One for me to Hill Horton, and two for you to the Junction station,' and she began to pull out her purse.
'You needn't get it out just yet,' I said. 'We shall have quite a quarter of an hour to wait. Ifyou give me your purse once we're inside, I will tell you exactly what I take out. How much is there in it?'
'A gold half-sovereign,' she replied, 'and a half-crown, and five sixpences, and seven pennies.'
'There won't be very much over,' I said, 'though we are all three under twelve; so halves will do, and returns for Pete and me. Second-class, I suppose?'
'Second-class!' repeated Margaret, with great scorn; 'of course not. I've never travelled anything but first in my life. I don't know what Gran would say, or nursey even, if she saw me getting out of asecond-class carriage.'
She made me feel a little cross, though she didn't mean it.Weoften travelled second, and even third, if there were a lot of us and we could get a carriage to ourselves. But, after all, it was Margaret's own affair, and as she was to be alone from the Junction to Hill Horton, perhaps it was best.
'Idon't want you to travel second, I'm sure,' I said, 'if only there's enough. I'd have brought some of my own, but unluckily I'm very short just now.'
'I've—'began Peterkin, but Margaret interrupted him.
'As if I'd let you pay anything!' she said indignantly.'I'd rather travel third thanthat. You are only coming out of kindness to me.'
After all, there was enough, even for first-class, leaving a shilling or so over. Hill Horton was not very far away.
A train was standing ready to start, for the station was a terminus. I asked a guard standing about if it was the one for Hill Horton, and he answered yes, but we must change at the Junction, which I knew already.
So we all got into a first-class carriage, and settled ourselves comfortably, feeling safe at last.
'I wish we were going all the way with you,' said Peterkin, with a sigh made up of satisfaction, as he wriggled his substantial little person into the arm-chair first-class seat, and of regret.
'I'll be all right,' said Margaret, 'once I am in the Hill Horton railway.'
For some things I wished too that we were going all the way with her, but for others I couldn't help feeling that I should be very glad to be safe home again and the adventure well over.
'By the day after to-morrow,' I thought, 'there will be no more reason for worrying, if Margaret keeps her promise of writing to us.'
I had made her promise this, and given her an envelope with our address on. For otherwise, you see, we should not have heard how she had got on, as no one but the parrot knew that she had ever seen us or spoken to us.
Then the train moved slowly out of the station, and Margaret's eyes sparkled with triumph. And we felt the infection of her high spirits. After all, we were only children, and we laughed and joked about the witch, and the fright her new nurse would be in, and how the parrot would enjoy it all, of which we felt quite sure.
We were very merry all the way to the Junction. It was only about a quarter-of-an-hour off, and just before we got there the guard looked at our tickets.
'Change at the Junction,' he said, when he caught sight of the 'Hill Horton,' on Margaret's.
'Of course, we know that, thank you,' she said, rather pertly perhaps, but it sounded so funny that Pete and I burst out laughing again. I suppose we were all really very excited, but the guard laughed too.
'How long will there be to wait for the Hill Horton train?' I had the sense to ask.
'Ten minutes, at least,' he replied, glancing at his watch, the way guards nearly always do.
I was glad he did not say longer, for the sooner Peterkin and I caught a train home again, after seeing Margaret off, the better. And I knew there were sure to be several in the course of the afternoon.
As soon as we stopped we got out—red bundle and all. I did not see our guard again, he was somewhere at the other end; but I got hold of another, not so good-natured, however, and rather in a hurry.
'Which is the train for Hill Horton? Is it in yet?' I asked.
He must have thought, so I explained it to myself afterwards, that we had just come in to the station, and were at the beginning of our journey.
'Hill Horton,' Ithoughthe said, but, as you will see, my ears must have deceived me, 'all right. Any carriage to the front—further back are for——.' I did not clearly hear—I think it must have been 'Charing Cross,' but I did not care. All that concerneduswas 'Hill Horton.'
'Come along,' I called to the two others, who had got a little behind me, lugging the bundle between them, and I led the way, as the man had pointed out.
It seemed a very long train, and as he had said 'to the front,' I thought it best to go pretty close up to the engine. There were two or three first-class carriages next to the guard's van, but they were all empty, and I had meant to look out for one with nice-looking people in it for Margaret to travel with. Farther back there were some ladies and children in some first-class, but I was afraid of putting her into a wrong carriage.
'I expect you will be alone all the way,' I said to her. 'I suppose there are not very many people going to Hill Horton.'
'Not first-class,' said Margaret. 'There are often lots of farmers and village people, I daresay. Nursey said it was very crowded on market days, but I don't know when it is market days. But it is rather funny, Giles, to be getting into the same train again!'
'No,' I replied, 'these carriages will be going to split off from the others that go on to London. The man said it would be all right for Hill Horton at the front. They often separate trains like that. I daresay we shall go a little way out of the station and come back again. You'll see. And he said—thefirstman, I mean—that we should have at least tenminutes to wait, and we've scarcely been two, so we may as well get in with you for a few minutes.'
'Yes, do,' said Margaret, 'but don't put my package up in the netted place, for fear I couldn't get it down again myself. The trains never stop long at our station.'
So we contented ourselves with leaving the red bundle on the seat beside her. It was lucky, I told her, that the carriagewasn'tfull, otherwise it would have had to go up in the rack, where it wouldn't have been very firm.
'It is so fat,' said Peterkin, solemnly.
'Something like you,' I said, at which we all laughed again, as if it was something very witty. We were still feeling rather excited, I think, and rather proud—at least I was—of having, so far, got on so well.
But before we had finished laughing, there came a startling surprise. The train suddenly began to move! We stared at each other. Then I remembered my own words a minute or two ago.
'It's all right,' I said, 'we'll back into the station again in a moment.'
Margaret and Peterkin laughed again, but rathernervously. At least, Margaret's laugh was not quite hearty; though, as for Peterkin, I think he was secretly delighted.
On we went—faster and faster, instead of slower. There was certainly no sign of 'backing.' I put my head out of the window. We were quite clear of the Junction by now, getting every instant more and more into the open country. At last I had to give in.
'We're off, I do believe,' I said. 'There's been some mistake about our waiting ten minutes. We're clear on the way to Hill Horton.'
'I'mvery glad,' said Pete. 'I always wanted to come all the way.'
'But perhaps it needn't be all the way,' I said. 'Do you remember, Margaret, how many stations there are between the Junction and yours?'
'Three or four, I think,' she replied.
'Oh well, then,' I said, 'it won't matter. We can get out the first time we stop, and I daresay we shall soon get a train back again, and not be late home after all.'
Margaret's face cleared. She was thoughtful enough not to want us to get into trouble through helping her.
'We shall be stopping soon, I think,' she said, 'for this seems a fast train.'
But to me her words brought no satisfaction. For it did indeed seem a fast train, and a much more horrible idea than the one of our going all the way to Hill Horton suddenly sprang into my mind—
Were we in the Hill Horton train at all?
I waiteda minute or two before I said anything to the others. They went on laughing and joking, and I kept looking out of the window. At last I turned round, and then Margaret started a little.
'What's the matter, Giles?' she said. 'You're quite white and funny looking.'
And Peterkin stared at me too.
'It's—'I began, and then I felt as if I really couldn't go on; but I had to. 'It's that I am dreadfully afraid,' I said, 'almost quite sure now, that we are in the wrong train. I've seen the names of two stations that we've passed without stopping already. Do you remember the names of any between the Junction and Hill Horton, Margaret?'
She shook her head.
'No,' she said, 'but I know we never pass anywithout stopping; at least I think so. They are quite little stations, and I've never known the train go as fast as this till after the Junction, when we were in the London train. I've been to London several times with Gran, you see.'
Then it suddenly struck her what I meant.
'Oh!' she exclaimed, with a little scream, 'is itthatyou are afraid of, Giles? Do you think we are in theLondontrain? I did think it was funny that we were getting back into the same one, but you said that the man said that the carriages at the front were for Hill Horton?'
'Well, Ithoughthe did,' I replied, 'but—' one's mind works quickly when you are frightened sometimes—'hemighthave said "Victoria," for the "tor" in "Victoria" and "Horton" sound rather alike.'
'But wouldn't he have said "London"?' asked Peterkin.
'No, I think they generally say the name of the station in London,' I explained. 'There are so many, you see.'
Then we all, for a minute or two, gazed at each other without speaking. Margaret had got still paler than usual, and I fancied, or feared, I heardher choke down something in her throat. Peterkin, on the contrary, was as red as a turkey-cock, and his eyes were gleaming. I think it was all a part of the fairy-tale to him.
'What shall we do?' said Margaret, at last, and I was forced to answer, 'I don't know.'
Bit by bit things began to take shape in my mind, and it was no good keeping them to myself.
'There'll be the extra money to pay for our tickets to London,' I said at last.
'How much will it be? Isn't there enough over?' asked Margaret quietly, and I could not help admiring her for it, as she took out her purse and gave it to me to count over what was left.
There were only four or five shillings. I shook my head.
'I don't know how much it will be, but I'm quite sure there's not enough. You see, though we're only halves, it's first-class.'
'And what will they do to us if we can't pay,' she went on, growing still whiter. 'Could we—could we possibly be sent to prison?'
'Oh no, no. I don't think so,' I answered, though I was really not at all sure about it; I had so oftenseen notices stuck up on boards at railway stations about the punishments of passengers not paying properly, or trying to travel without tickets. 'But—I'm afraid they would be very horrid to us somehow—perhaps telegraph to papa or mamma.'
'Oh!' cried Margaret, growing now as red as she had been white, 'and that would mean my being shut up again at Rock Terrace—worse than before. I don't knowwhatthe witch wouldn't do to me,' and she clasped her poor little hands in a sort of despair.
Then Peterkin burst out—
'I've got my gold half-pound with me,' he said, in rather a queer voice, as if he was proud of being able to help and yet half inclined to cry.
'Goodness!' I exclaimed, 'why on earth didn't you say so before?'
'I—I—wanted it for something else,' said he. 'I don't quite know why I brought it.'
He dived into his pocket, and dug out a very grimy little purse, out of which, sure enough, he produced a half-sovereign.
The relief of knowing that we should not get into trouble as far as our journeytoLondon was concerned, was such a blessing, that just for the moment I forgot all the rest of it.
'Anyway we can't be put in prison now,' said Margaret, and a little colour came into her face. 'Oh, Perkins, youarea nice boy!'
I did think her praising him was rather rough onme, for I had had bother enough, goodness knows, about the whole affair, even though I had made a stupid mistake.
We whizzed on, for it was an express train, and for a little while we didn't speak. Peterkin was still looking rather upset about his money. He told me afterwards that he had been keeping it for his Christmas presents, especially one for Margaret, as we had never had a chance of getting her any flowers. But all that was put right in the end.
After a bit Margaret said to me, in a half-frightened voice—
'What shall we do when we get to London, Giles? Do you think perhaps the guard would help us to go back again to the Junction, when he sees it was a mistake? As we've got money to pay to London, he'd see we hadn't meant to cheat.'
'No,' I said, 'he wouldn't have time, and besides I don't think it'll be the same one. And if we said anything, he'd most likely make us give our names, or take us to some station-master or somebody, andthen there'd be no chance of our keeping out of a lot of bother.'
'You mean,' said she, in a shaky voice, 'we should have to go all the way back, and I'd be sent to the witch again?'
'Something like it, I'm afraid,' I said. 'If I just explain that we got into the wrong train and pay up, they'll have no business to meddle with us.'
'But what are we to do, then?' she asked again.
'I don't know,' I replied. I'm afraid I was rather cross. I was so sick of it all, you see, and so fearfully bothered.
Margaret at last began to cry. She tried to choke it down, but it was no use.
I felt awfully sorry for her, but somehow the very feeling so bad made me crosser, and I did not try to comfort her up.
Pete, on the contrary, tugged out his pocket-handkerchief, which was quite a decently clean one, and began wiping her eyes. This made her try again to stop crying. She pulled out her own handkerchief and said—
'Dear little Perkins, you are so kind.'
I glanced at them, not very amiably, I daresay.And I was on the point of saying that, instead of crying and petting each other, they'd better try to think what we should do, for I knew we must be getting near London by this time, when I saw something white on the floor of the carriage.
I stooped to pick it up. It had dropped out of Margaret's pocket when she pulled out her handkerchief. It was an envelope, or what had been one, and for a moment I thought it was the one I had given her with our address on, to use when she wrote to us from Hill Horton, butthatone couldn't have got so dirty and torn-looking in the time. And when I looked at it more closely, I saw that it was jagged and nibbled in a queer way, andthenI saw that it had the name 'Wylie' on it, and an address in London. And when I looked still more closely, I saw that it had never been through the post or had a stamp on, and that it had a large blot in one corner. Evidently the person who had written on it had not liked to use it because of the blot, and the name on it wasMiss, notMrs. Wylie,
'19 Enderby StreetLondon, S.W.'
I turned it round and round without speaking for a moment or two. I couldn't make it out. Then I said—
'What's this, Margaret? It must have dropped out of your pocket.'
She stopped crying—well, really, I think she had stopped already, for whatever her faults were she wasn't a babyish child—to look at it. She seemed puzzled, and felt in her pocket again.
'No, of course it's not the envelope you gave me,' she said. 'I've got it safe, and—oh, I believe I know how this old one got into my pocket. I remember a day or two ago when I was trying if it would do to tie my handkerchief on to Polly's cage, he was nibbling some paper. He's very fond of nibbling paper, and it doesn't hurt him, for he doesn't eat it. But he would keep pecking at me when I was tying the handkerchief, and I was vexed with him, and so when he dropped this I picked it up and shook it at him, and told him he shouldn't have it again, and then I put it into my pocket. He was very tiresome that day, not a bit a fairy; he is like that sometimes.'
'But how did he come to have an envelope with "Miss Wylie" on?' I said. 'He doesn't live in Mrs. Wylie's house, but in the one between yours and hers, and this must have come fromher.'
'I daresay she gave it him to play with, or her servant may have given it him,' said Margaret, 'Yousee he's sometimes at the end of the balcony nearest her, and sometimes at our end. I think his servants have put him more at our end since she's been away; perhaps they've heard me talking to him. Anyway, I'm sure this old envelope must have come out of his cage.'
I did not speak for a moment. I was gazing at the address.
'Margaret,' I exclaimed, 'look at it.'
She did so, and then stared up at me, with a puzzled expression in her eyes, still red with crying.
'I believe,' I went on, 'I believe this is going to help us.'
Peterkin, who had been listening with all his ears, could contain himself no longer.
'And the parrotmustbe a fairy after all,' he said, 'and he must have done it on purpose.'
But Margaret did not seem to hear what he said, she was still gazing at me and wondering what I was going to say.
'Don't you see,' I went on, touching the envelope, 'this must be the house of some of Mrs. Wylie's relations? Very likely she's staying with them there, and anyway they'd tell us where she is, as we knowshe's still in London. She told us she was going to be there for a fortnight. And she's very kind. We would ask her to lend us money enough to go back to the Junction, and then we'd be all right. You have got your ticket for Hill Horton, and we have our returns for home.'
'Oh,' cried Margaret, 'how clever you are to have thought of it, Giles! But,' and the bright look went out of her face, 'you don't think she'd make me go back to the witch, do you? Are you sure she wouldn't?'
'I really don't think she would,' I said. 'I know she has often been sorry for you, for she knew you weren't at all happy. And we'd tell her more about it. She is awfully kind.'
I meant what I said. Perhaps I saw it rather too favourably; the idea of finding a friend in London was such a comfort just then, that I felt as if everything else might be left for the time. I never thought about catching trains at the Junction or about its getting late and dark for Margaret to be travelling alone from there to Hill Horton, or anything, except just the hope—the tremendous hope—that we might find our kind old lady.