. tt&SB LIBRARY THE SUSPICIOUS JACKDAW. STORIES TOLD TO A CHILD BY JEAN INGELOW BOSTON ROBERTS BROTHERS 1866 BY THE SAME AUTHOR. STUDIES FOR STORIES. A Book for Girls. i6mo, cloth, gilt. Price 1.75. POOR MATT, or The Clouded Intellect. A Story. iSmo, cloth, gilt. Price 60 cents. POEMS. i6mo, cloth, gilt top. Price I-75* ROBERTS BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS, Boston. DEDICATED TO MY DEAREST LITTLE EDITH, BY HER LOVING AUNT. CONTENTS. Page The Grandmother's Shoe 9 Two Ways of telling a Story 37 Little Rie and the Rosebuds 51 Deborah's Book 69 The Life of Mr. John Smith 87 The Lonely Rock 97 Can and Could. 107 The Suspicious Jackdaw 115 The Minnows with Silver Tails 139 I have a Right 149 TJie Moorish Gold 161 The One-Eyed Servant 185 T/ie Golden Opportunity 191 The Wild- Duck Shooter 217 THE GRANDMOTHER'S SHOE. WHEN I was a child at school (said a friend of mine) my father had an attack of typhus fever ; he had quite recovered again, and it was near the time of the holidays, when two servants took the infection ; my parents, fearful of conveying it to me, did not write, and my boxes were packed before I knew how I was to be sent home. My schoolfellows were gone, and in a disconsolate mood I was gazing into the square, when I was told to come into the drawing-room. There, in place of my nurse, who generally came to fetch me, I saw a stout, comely member of the Society of Friends ; she was eating cake and wine with imperturbable gravity, and, when she had set down her glass, and smoothed out her gown upon her lap, she held out her hand, and said pleasantly, ' Does thee remember me, friend ? ' I looked at the matronly cloth shawl, the bonnet, with its pure white lining, the smooth gray hair and comfortable face, but could not remember where I had seen them before, till she added, ' What ! doesn't thee remember Thomas W 's housekeeper?' 'MI 1C GRANDMOTHERS SHOE. Then I instantly exclaimed in the affirmative, evi- dently to the great relief of ' Madame,' who scarcely knew what to make of her grave visitor, and did not know whether she would trust me with her. She was housekeeper to a rich Quaker gentleman in our neighborhood, with whose children I had once or twice spent the day in haymaking season, and her now remembered face was connected with visions of svllabub, strawberries, and other delicacies which she had served to us among the haycocks. ' Thee remembers ; that's well : ' she then added, ' thy father knows I am come for thee ; friend Thomas offered to take thee home for' a while, and he gladly consented.' Tears came into my eyes at the thought of not see- ing my parents, upon which she said, ' There's Lucy, thee knows, and James, and little Martin, to play with. Thy good parents mean to let the young women be nursed in the house, as they gave what help they could when thy father had the fever ; so thee sees there is trouble enough without thy trying to add to it.' With a convulsive effort I checked my sobs, and reflected that, though not going home, I was, at least, leaving school, and that was something. The Friend saw my boxes, dressed me, and took formal possession of me and them ; then she carried me off in a post-chaise, remarking that she expected I was going to be a good child, and had said so to Lucy, and James, and Martin, when she came to fetch me. Could I disappoint Lucy, and James, and Martin ? No, certainly not; if they were impressed with the 10 THE GRANDMOTHERS SHOE. notion that my behavior would do me credit, they should find it so. This was a ver-y gor>d, kind Friend ; she let me pay the turnpikes myself, through the window ; she bought buns for me ; and, by dint of questioning her, I dis- covered that Lucy, and James, and Martin had got a pony, a donkey, some guinea-pigs, gardens of then- own, a swing, and O, joy of joys, a little mill that would go round and grind corn. By the time I had been welcomed in this hospitable house, and had helped to grind corn in the marvellous mill, I was only a little sorrowful ; and by the time I had laid my head on the pillow, in a tiny bedroom next to Lucy's, I felt very much reconciled to my fate, though I knew that I should probably sleep there several weeks. I was ten years old, and Lucy, a prim little crea- ture, was about the same age ; her brothers w r ere quite little children ; the other members of the family con- sisted of a grandmother a very stern, severe person, whom I greatly dreaded the master of the Ijpuse (her son), concerning whom I only knew that he was extremely kind and benign to us, and that he was a widower ; and, lastly, his eldest daughter, the child of his first marriage, a sweet girl, little more than twenty years old, but wearing already the clear, high cap in which a really pretty face looks prettier than in almost anything else, and having about her the peculiar self-possession and composure of manner so often seen among those of her society. Lucy and I were a source of great interest to one another ; we liked to be together, because of the dif- ii THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. fcrent manner in which we had been taught to express ourselves. Yv'e examined each other's clothes, and when we had a convenient opportunity tried them on. When this amusement failed we unpacked my toys, but none of them pleased Lucy till we came to two good-sized dolls, dressed in the ordinary costume of British babies ; these we no sooner found than we thought how delightful it would be to dress them up in complete suits of Friends' clothes. It Was a very rainy day ; so we went to the eldest daughter ' sister,' as the children called her and asked her for some pieces of silk, and scraps of cloth. She was very bountiful, and gave us some pieces of ribbon besides. We took our treasures, our little red work-boxes, and the dolls, to a room in the roof a large, partially empty place, where we were sometimes allowed to play and there, with infinite care and pains, we made each of them a dove-colored silk gown of the most approved shape, a muslin handkerchief, a three- cornered brown shawl, and a proper silk bonnet. When the clothes were finished, we wetted the hair of the dolls to take out the curl, and then dressed them, and took them down into the hall, where we walked about with them by way of giving them an airing. I never saw Lucy's father laugh heartily but once, and it was on that occasion ; the sight of the ' Puppet Friends,' as he called them, quite overcame his habit- ual gravity ; unluckily, we presently met Lucy's grand- mother, who was far from regarding them with the same good-humored indulgence, and it was a painful fact to us, at the time, that after we were gone to bed, the ' Puppet Friends ' mysteriously disappeared. THE GRANDMOTHER'S SHOE. Where they went to we never could discover, though we shrewdly suspected that the grandmother knew ; but the mystery was never cleared up till after I returned to school, when I found them among my clothes, neatly wrapped in silver paper, but divested of their Quaker clothing. I passed a happy week, and on Sunday was sent to spend the day at the parsonage. About six in the evening I was brought back, and Lucy, and James, and Martin ran out to meet and welcome me in rather a more noisy and riotous fashion than suited the day ; We were pursuing one another round the flower-beds when ' sister' made her appearance at the window, and calling to us, reproved us gently for our mirth, saying to me, ' What would thy good mother think, if she could see thee just now ? ' She then set the youngest child upon a chair, smoothed his soft hair, and said to him, with a quietness of manner which soon communicated itself to him, ' Thee must not for- get whose day this is ; sit there. I am going to read to thee and James about little Samuel in the temple.' She then took up two Bibles, and gave Lucy and me a parable to learn by heart, sending us up to the room in the roof, and saying, that when she thought we had had time to learn it she should come and hear us say it. Up stairs Lucy and I accordingly went to the room in the roof, the aspect of which is still as vividly im- pressed on my mind as if I had seen it only yesterday. It was a very long room, and had a sloping roof, but there was no carpet on it, and no furniture, excepting two square stools, on which Lucy and I sat. The case- 13 THE GRANDMOTHER'S SHOE. ment windows, both open, for it was hot, afforded a fine view over the country ; from these we could look down into the tops of some elm trees, and see a mother rook feeding her young in the nest. At the opposite end to this the floor was raised one step, and across this raised part was drawn a heavy red curtain, so as to enclose it and the oriel window within it, and make them almost into a distinct apart- ment. We were forbidden to enter this desirable little place, because it was considered to belong specially to the grandmother ; but I had peeped into it several times, when the curtain was partly undrawn, and seen a little table with a great Bible upon it, an arm-chair, and a stand of flowering balsams and geraniums. The circumstance that this little retreat belonged to the grandmother made me, in common with her descendants, regard it with something like awe. I cannot quite understand why we so much feared this old lady ; she did not punish us ; she did not scold us ; I am inclined to think that we were daunted by the general air of disapproval with which she regarded us, more than by any fear that she would manifest it in deeds or words. However good we might be, still we were ONLY children. We actually felt ashamed of ourselves in her presence to think that we were children ! We knew we could not help it, it was an inevitable dis- pensation, but she did not appear to think so ; she sometimes had the appearance of thinking that we i-ould help it if we liked, and were children on purpose ! - Children are inferior beings ; we felt that, and were THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. humble. We are beings whose nature it is to crumple tucks, make finger-marks on doors, run instead of walking, to be troublesome and want looking after, to play with toys and break them. In fact, if one only considers this subject, children take more nursing, more looking after, than one supposes ; one generation is almost entirely occupied in teaching, bringing up, and providing for the next. Children, in some way or other, make the talk, the care, and the work for their elders ; and if such a thing as an elder is now and then found who does not like children, what an un- lucky thing it is for both parties? But to leave these speculations. The sun was shining in at the oriel window when Lucy and I en- tered the long white-washed room on that memorable Sunday evening. The red curtain was half drawn, and it cast a delightful glow over the wall ; we could not see the window, but we knew it was open, because a slight waft of air from it now and then swayed the curtain up and down, and floated the fallen leaves of geraniums across the bare floor. We sat down at a distance from the curtain, each on one of the low stools. Lucy smoothed out her clean frock over her knees, set her little feet together, folded her arms, and counted her verses ; there were ten. She produced from her pocket a Tonquin bean, two slate pencils, and seven ivory buttons ; these she laid out on the floor beside her, taking up one and returning it to her pocket for each verse that she knew ; this, she said, made it much easier to learn them. Not to be behindhand with her, and having some faith in the plan, I gathered up ten geranium leaves for the THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. same purpose, and we both set to work to learn our verses with great diligence and gravity. For some time we persevered, but it was a very warm evening, which, in addition to our being chil- dren, was, perhaps, the reason why, at last, we began to yawn, and to fidget, and then to compare notes as to how much we had each learned. Lucy's bean and pencils had gone back into her pocket, but her buttons lay still in a shining row. We bent our eyes again upon our books one button went into Lucy's pocket. Then we took a rest, and watched how far the little wafts of wind were floating in the leaves ; a great red leaf was following two deli- cate white ones ; it seemed to pursue them ; it was a lion running after two lambs ; now they lay still, and the lion was watching his prey ; now they were borne a little farther ; now the lion was just upon them, in another instant they would be overtaken. Lucy could not bear to see the catastrophe that her own imagina- tion had suggested, and darted across the room to rescue the two white lambs ; then I related to her Mrs. Cameron's story of ' The Two Lambs,' and by the time it was finished we had so far forgotten our- selves that we went on talking and chattering as if the Bibles had not been lying open on our knees, and as if it had not been Sunday evening, and as if we had neither of us been taught any better. Oblivious also that there was such a person as a grandmother in the world, we had been talking about my blue sash, and Lucy wished she had one like it. We talked about Lucy's lessons, and I wished I was a Friend, that I might escape from learning music. We 16 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. talked about the two dolls, about Lucy's sister, and my mamma, which was the most indulgent, and which was the prettiest. We talked about what we intended to do when we were grown up. Last of all, as I well remember, we talked about the grandmother herself, her best gown, her walking-stick, how upright she sat, what a trouble she thought us, whether there was any chance of her going to Ireland to visit her other son ; how she often said to father, ' Thomas, thy children ought to be kept stricter stricter, Thomas;' how, once when she said it, father had smiled, and then grandmother had said, ' Thomas, I fear thou art a light man.' ' And we saw father smile,' said Lucy, shrewdly ; but the words were scarcely uttered when the smile died out from her own face, and a sudden blush mounted to her forehead. ' What is it, Lucy ? what's the matter?' I exclaimed. Lucy sat as still as if she scarcely dared to breathe ; she seized my arm to check me, and pointed towards the curtain. Alas ! shame and fear soon flushed my face as red as her own, for the terrible conviction struck us that the grandmother was behind it ; the curtain had been blown a little backwarder than before by the summer wind, and peering beyond it in the sunshine was the toe of a shoe that could belong only to the grand- mother ! Never shall I forget the sensations of the next few minutes, nor the sudden silence that succeeded to our childish and profitless talk. We did not expect to sit there long ; every moment we looked for a summons from her to come into her presence and receive the lecture which we knew we so richly deserved ; but '7 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. when that imperturbable shoe had kept its position a little longer, we almost wished she would break the silence, that this fearful suspense might be ended. But no, she neither stirred nor spoke ; the most per- fect quiet reigned ; there was only a slight rustle now and then, which might be the turning over of a page, and which we had heard before, supposing it to be only the curtain. We did not know what to do, we w r ere so miserable; We gazed intently through the red folds of the drapery, and could see, by a dark shadow, that the chair was occupied. O that we had but been wise enough to notice this before ! We withdrew our eyes, and, with one tearful look of condolence at one another, dropped them again upon our verses, and began to learn them with extreme diligence and humility. But still the inexorable grandmother never spoke. O, how star- tling would be her voice when it came ! Not a word either of us said for a long time. At length Lucy observed, in a humble, saddened voice, ' I know my parable ; Sophia, dost thou ? ' I had learned mine perfectly for some time, but neither of us rose. We had an idea that the first attempt on our part at leaving the room would be met by the dreaded summons ; we were already enduring punishment of a very severe nature ; our cheeks were dyed with shame, and our hearts beating with appre- hension. At length we heard a distant step sedately and steadily mounting the stairs ; now it was coming along the imcarpcted passage, then a hand was on the door, and ' sister ' entered, asking us, with her usual 18 THE GRANDMOTHER'S SHOE. sweet gravity, whether we knew the parable she had set us. She paused for a moment, evidently surprised by our troubled, shamefaced expression ; but she asked no question, and, to our utter confusion, advanced straight to the curtain, as if to pull it back. ' Sister, sister ! ' exclaimed Lucy, springing forward, but not in time to prevent what she was doing ; she flung aside the curtain, and O, inexpressible relief and astonishment, no grandmother was there ! We had both risen ; and now the full sunshine streamed up over the ceiling and rested on sisjter's quiet forehead ; it did not fall low enough to reach us ; we were left in shadow, but the shadow had passed away from our hearts. She said to Lucy, ' Why didst thou check me, child?' Lucy replied with a sigh of relief, ' I thought grand- mother was there.' We entered the little sanctum, saw how the grand- mother's garden shawl and bonnet were thrown over the chair, remarked her garden over-shoes, which had frightened us, the scissors with which she had dressed her plants, and the gloves lying beside her Bible ; then we looked at one another with feelings of gratitude, and followed sister to the grandmother's chair, where she sat down while we stood before her and repeated our parable. As she sat there, her tall figure slightly bend- ing forward, the open Bible lying upon her knee, her serene eyes fixed on ours, and the sweet sunshine touching her soft hair and tranquil forehead, she pre- sented a picture which is indelibly impressed upon my memory, together with a sense chat I had of the con- I'll]-; (iKANDMOTHKK S SHOE. trust between her peace and my own consciousness of misdoing. She returned the Bibles when we had finished, saying to me with serious sweetness, ' I am pleased with thcc ; thou hast learned thy verses well, and said them reverently.' She again looked at us as if puzzled by our faces, and then she rose and would have left the room, when we stopped her, for her praise was not to be received when we knew we did not deserve it. We asked her to sit down again, and then half laughing, half crying, related the whole of our adventure ; we concealed nothing ; we told over all our conversation, how we had been chattering and playing, what we had said about the grandmother, our terror and shame when we thought we were in her presence, and our indescriba- ble relief when we found she was not there. Much as we respected sister, we so wanted her to sympathize, that, though we knew she would disap- prove of our behavior, and perhaps reprove us, we by no means softened our tale in the relation, but described how every rustle of the curtain had disturbed our guilty consciences ; how we had sat upright on our seats, not daring to look about us, so conscious were we of the grandmother's presence, even though we knew she could not see r.s. Sister looked from one to the other with an ex- pression of regret, but not the least tendency to a smile. ' I thought grandmother would never forgive us, and she would tell father,' said Lucy, ' how we had played and laughed, and talked about her, and all on First-day evening. I was so ashamed I wouldn't have 20 THE GRANDMOTHER'S SHOE. had her know for anything. I thought I should never be happy again.' ' And, after all,' I added, ' there was no harm done.' ' No harm ! ' said sister, quietly, ' what dost thou mean ? ' ' Why, you know,' said I, carelessly, ' the grand- mother was not there.' ' Thou heedless child,' she answered, with that look of pity and regret, ' art thou really so much afraid of my grandmother, and dost thou wholly forget the ear that did listen to thy talking, and the eye that 'was upon thee all the time ? ' We both looked about us, at the curtain, at the places where we had been sitting, and in sister's face, with a sudden sense of the presence and nearness of God, that I believe we had never felt before. When she added, ' What wouldst thou have done if, when I drew back the curtain, thou hadst seen the Redeemer standing there ? Shouldst thou have said then there is no harm done ? ' We neither of us answered a word, so completely were we surprised into awe by the apt- ness of this word in season. ' Years have passed since then,' said my friend, ' but I-believe the effects of that gentle rebuke have not altogether passed away with them ; it made a greater impression upon us than even the grandmother's anger could have done, however great that might have been.' When ' sister ' had left us, we went to one of the open casements, and I well remember the sensation of repose with which we congratulated one another on 21 TIIK GRANDMOTHER'S SHOE. the grandmother's not having been present; and though the consciousness of a far higher presence was strong in our hearts, we experienced also somewhat of that feeling which made King David say, ' Let us fall now into the hand of the Lord, and let us not fall into the hand of man.' In our childish fashion we began to speculate as to how we should behave if we always believed and re- membered that the Great God was observing us ; and then, as I suppose, most children have done at some time or other, we suddenly formed a resolution, that from that day forward we would behave quite differ- ently ; that we would reform all our faults, never be idle over our lessons ; nor play at improper tunes, nor conceal any mischief that we might have done ; nor tease the little ones, nor hide ourselves in the shrub- beries when we knew the nurse was looking for us to call us in to bed. In short, we passed in review all our childish faults as far as we knew them, and made a set of rules for future good behavior. We had a fashion at the school where I was for writing sets of rules ; one would have thought the rule under which we lived was stringent and inflexible enough ; but no, we copied Madame's favorite phrase, ' I shall make a rule, Jfes Demoiselles,' and we made more rules than even our rulers. We often spent part of one half holiday in writing rules for the spending of the next elaborate rules, as to how long we would play with our dolls, how long \ve would spend over our home letters, how long in. reading our story-books, how long in feeding our birds ; 22 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. in short, we had scarcely one half hour which we could call our own that we did not hamper with rules con- taining as many additions and subtractions as a long division sum. I had imparted this fashion to Lucy, and we had already made, and altered, and broken several sets of these rules, but, on that delightful Sun- day evening, while the sun was sinking into the distant sea, and reddening the sky, the water, the walls, our white frocks, and the fluttering leaves of our Bibles, we made one set more. The particulars of them I have forgotten, but the intention formed, in all childish simplicity, was to help us to keep the presence of God always in our recollection. There was a little picture in one of my books which represented Hagar in the parched wilderness sitting apart from the fainting Ishmael ; underneath it were the words, ' Thou, God, seest me.' This, we said, we would hang on the -wall opposite to our two stools, where every afternoon we sat learning our lessons for the next day, or doing our playwork, as we called it. How little, for all the sympathy of love, a child is known to his elders ! How little during the ensuing week our childish troubles, our wavering endeavors to do right, our surprise at our own failures, were sus- pected in that orderly household ! The days, however, went and came, and our rules it appeared must have had some real influence over us, for I well remember that the nurse and housekeeper commended us to ' sister ' as ' excellent good children, as toward, friend, as thee would wish to see.' The restrictions which we had laid upon ourselves were not light ones for children to observe, and, though they only bound us to 23 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. do our duty, it was not wonderful that we sometimes broke through them, and sometimes lightly forgot them, considering that the red curtain did not always hang in our sight, and considering that childhood and youth are vanity. Another Sunday evening came ; we learned our les- sons in the upper room, and were so quiet and diligent that the presence of no grandmother in the world could have frightened us. The next morning we were awakened early by the rooks in the trees, close by our windows, and we rose and went out for a ramble before breakfast. Within the grounds, which were laid out partly in grass and flowers, and partly in shrubbery, there was a walled fruit-garden ; and this we were only permit- ted to enter on the express understanding that we were on no pretence to gather, or to pick up, or to touch any of the fruit ; ' not so much ' (so ' sister ' phrased it) ' as a fallen gooseberry.' Fruit was always given to us once during the day, but the father of the family was extremely particular about his trees, and suffered no fruit to be gathered but by his own hand. I was told of this regulation at once by the children, and when Lucy said to her sister, ' Did thee know that Sophia had leave to gather fruit at home ? ' and I ex- claimed, that I did not wish to do it here, and was very happy ; she answered with her usual sweet com- posure, ' Thee need not blush so much, I know thou art in general a reasonable child.' ' I don't wish for anything,' I explained, ' that Lucy does not have.' 24 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. ' That's well,' she replied ; ' we desire to see thee happy and satisfied ; but thou knowest that my father considers thee under his authority while thou art here, and will not alter his rule for thy sake ; but as thou hast been used to gather fruit for thyself, I advise thee not to go into the fruit-garden, if thou art tempted to transgress. There are other walks where thou canst O bowl thy hoop.' ' I wonder you should suppose such a thing,' I in- terrupted, quite vexed at her plain speaking, and the implied supposition that I could be tempted to such a greedy and disobedient act. She smiled at my speech, but there was nothing sar- castic in the smile ; and she answered, ' I do not sup- pose thee to be any better than thy first mother ; yet she was tempted with an apple.' ' And apples are not half so good as plums,' ob- served one of the little brothers, sagely nodding his head. ' No one asked for thy opinion,' said my champion Lucy, in a low voice ; ' does thee wish Sophia to be kept out of the garden ? ' Sister cut the conference short, by giving us each a piece of seed-cake, and sending us out with general directions to be good, and not get into mischief; and there was such ample space to play in, and we had so many means of amusing ourselves, that we should have been more culpable than most children, if we had dis- obeyed them. The garden, with all its walks, the orchard, where we sometimes sauntered early in the morning, and saw the greengages which had fallen in the night lying 2 2 5 THE GRANDMOTHER'S SHOE. among the dewy grass ; the rough trunks of the plum, trees all gray with lichen, and blue above with partly ripe fruit, are vividly impressed upon my recollection ; as well as the frames on which, in the middle of the day, we sometimes laid our hands to feel how hot the glass was ; peeping through at the long cucumbers and plump melons, as they lay basking in the moist heat ; or following the gardener when he walked round with his tiles, and laid them carefully under those which he wished to ripen first. I also remember, as if it had happened but yester- day, how we used to run to meet Lucy's placid father, as he came leisurely down the grass walk, to have his daily colloquy with the gardener ; how he gathered and stored the ripe pears from the espaliers, and lifted up the leaves from the wall fruit to see how it was com- ing on ; how he would lament that birds should be such arrant thieves, and turn a deaf ear to the old gardener, when he muttered that there was but one way to cure them of it. Then I remember the cool fruit-house, into which we sometimes helped him to carry summer apples ; and what the gardener called the ' kippen peers ; ' but abbve all I remember a certain fine young apricot-tree, a moor-park, in its first year of bearing, and how every day we went to count and admire upon it six beautiful apricots, and no more. Few things in a garden are more beautiful than ripening apricots ; the downy surface, the rich golden color, speckled, as in this sort, with clear red spots, and surrounded by pointed leaves of most glossy green, and broad sunshine that bathed them, the careful training, 26 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. all combined to make us take a peculiar interest in this young tree, which had been the only survivor among several of the same sort that had been planted along with it. When we had walked all round with Lucy's father, he used to take up a flat straw-basket, lay some leaves of curly brocoli in it, and go with us to the orchard, where he would gather some ripe greengages, purple plums, jargonel-pears, with, perhaps, a few late white- heart cherries, and some little red apples, red to the very core. In the south wall of the garden there was a door, leading into a place they called the wilderness ; it was an uncommonly well-ordered wilderness, like everything about the premises. Through this door father used to proceed to a bench under the trees, where he caused us to sit down in a row, while he divided the fruit equally among us. There was no underwood in this delightful retreat ; the trees composing it were elms, thickly boughed plants to shelter us from the sun, but not to prevent the elastic mossy grass from flourishing underneath, nor to prevent the growth of numerous groups of large white lilies. All the lilies in the garden had done flowering, but these, more pure and more luxuriant, through shade and shelter, were then in their full perfection, and filled the air with their delightful fragrance. The children called them sister's lilies, because when she was a child she had planted them. We generally brought pieces of bread with us, to eat with our fruit, and the wilderness being our favor- ite retreat, we played there at all times in the day. THE GRANDMOTHER'S SHOE. The lilies were taller than the younger children, who would stand on tip-toe to push their little fingers into the higher flowers, and bring them down covered with yellow pollen. Unchanged, themselves, in their white purity, they were yet susceptible of apparent change from differ- ence in the light cast upon them. When the full glare of high noon was upon the tops of the elms, then was cast, through their leaves, upon the lilies, a faint tinge of most delicate green ; but at sunset, we, who lived so much among them, sometimes saw a pure glow of crimson reflected through the white petals, when the setting sun sent his level beams between the trunks of the trees. But I have said enough of these fragrant lilies, they are dead now, and the hand that planted them. As I before mentioned, after that successful Sunday, Lucy and I walked out in the garden early in the morning, and congratulated one another on our good behavior, which we intended always to last, and firmly believed it always would ; but we were grow- ing careless and confident, and though the thought of the red curtain never failed to bring salutary feelings with it, there were times when we did not think of it at all, and in one of those times temptation came. It was fine weather, and we expected some cousins of Lucy's to spend the day with us, and, as we walked, we planned how we would pass the time. Lucy con- fided to me that they would most likely be very noisy, and perhaps rude ; but this, like two little self-righteous Pharisees, as we were on that particular day, we de- cided to prevent if possible ; certainly not to partici- pate in, as Lucy said she often had done hitherto. 28 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. I believe we had not the least idea that our strength might fail us, and we made our arrangements with as much composure as if we ourselves were quite above the ordinary temptations of humanity. The cousins arrived soon after breakfast, and the very first sight of them dissipated some of our ideas ; they were older, had more assurance of manner than ourselves ; but children understand each other so well that I perceived, even during the first half-hour, that they were amusing themselves at my expense, and taking notice of every \vord I uttered, as was evident by the glances which passed between them, though to outward appearance they were remarkably grave. I also observed that Lucy, though so accustomed to see them, and though she talked of them so freely in their absence, was very much awed by them, and very silent now. When they escaped from the presence of their elders, their manner suddenly changed ; they had evidently not been brought up like ourselves, and their gravity and over-submissiveness in the company of their uncle, and their riotous behavior in his absence, had a bad effect upon us all. At first, Lucy and I were all blushes and deference ; but they soon laughed us out of that, and by means of a little well-applied ridicule brought us into such com- plete thraldom, that, though we neither liked them, nor enjoyed playing with them, we wished nothing so much as to stand well in their eyes, and to be and to do whatever they chose to dictate. It is astonishing what mischief can be done in a day ! Two rough boys, and one prim little girl, so 29 THE GRANDMOTHERS SHOE. upset our ideas of right and wrong, and frightened us out of propriety, that we were nearly as rude as them- selves through false shame at appearing otherwise. We heard the father laughed at in his absence, and ridiculed for his peculiarity about the fruit, and we had nothing to say ; we saw sister seeking for us in the shrubbery, and eluded her, and had lost courage against their orders to come out of our hiding-place and show ourselves. Yet these cousins kept r.s in high spirits, or rather in a state of considerable excite- ment ; we spent the whole day with them in games of play, and went to bed at night thoroughly tired, and not at all inclined to talk together as usual. At six o'clock the next morning we got up and went. out into the garden ; the excitement of the past day was still upon us ; we were not at all like the children who had walked there previous to this visit. It was a very sultry morning, the air was still, the dew was dried already from the grass. It wanted an hour yet to breakfast time, and as Lucy and I saun- tered leisurely through the wilderness, we discussed her cousins, blaming them very freely in their absence, though we had wanted courage to do it at the proper time. We passed into the walled garden, and there the heat, for the tune of day, was quite remarkable ; we got under the shade of the wall, and took off our bon- nets to use by way of fans. Apples, pears, plums, lay thickly under the trees ; the neighborhood of the frames was fragrant with the scent of the melons, which seemed as if it might have been collecting there all night, for there was not the least waft of air to carry it 30 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE.' away. We came to the little apricot-tree, and stopped before it as usual ; the six apricots were now quite ripe. Lucy was quite sure her father would gather them that day, and hoped he would give one to us. We were just about to pass on, when, O sad mis- chance ! a ripe one fell heavily from the highest branch at our feet, and broke nearly in half with the force of the fall. It was not one of the six, we counted them, and all were in their places ; a tuft of spleenwort grew out of the wall just where it fell from ; behind that and some leaves this apricot must have ripened, and been entirely concealed. Before we knew what we were about, Lucy had picked it up and divided it. ' Look,' she said, ' father does not know of this, and the wasps would spoil it before he came out ; eat thy half, and I will eat mine.' She put it into my hand, and I immediately tasted it and ate it. I cannot say that even in eating that apricot was nice to the taste ; it was imbittered by conscience ; and hot as the morning was, it did not refresh me. A short silence followed ; we remained standing be- fore the apricot-tree ; then, without looking each other in the face, we moved slowly to the door into the wilderness. Broken rules and regulations began to rush back into my recollection, with shame, and repentance, and regret, till Lucy, suddenly bursting into tears, and ex- claiming, ' O, I am so sorry, Sophia ! I am so sorry I gave it thee ! ' I turned to look at her, and saw in her hand the other half of the apricot. Her face was crimsoned through agitation, the cause of it was THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. evident, when she added, that if I wished it she would now eat the other half, for, as she had tempted me, I should not be alone in the punishment. I was far from having any such wish ; she had hesi- tated at the right moment. Unhappy as I was, it would have been no relief to know she had as much cause for sorrow as myself. I asked her to give me the other half of the apricot, and we found a little space bare of grass at the foot of a lily, where we made a small hole and buried it, and covered it down. When we had done this Lucy appeared relieved ; but as for me, every moment increased my uneasiness ; I wondered, I was astonished to think, that for such a very paltry gratification I should have put my neck under such a yoke ; either I must conceal this fault, and be always in fear lest it should be discovered, or I must confess it confess to greediness, a fault chil- dren feel peculiar shame in and not to my own father, but to a gentleman whose hospitality I was enjoying, who gave me as much of his fruit as he thought good for me every day, and who allowed me to play in his garden, only on the express promise on my part that I never would take any without his leave. All this, and much more, passed through my mind, as we walked slowly in to breakfast. I thought not only of my fault with reference to man, but having such slight experience as yet in the frailty of my nature, I wondered how it was that when it most behooved me to remember it, I should have forgotten our resolution when we found ourselves free from the consequences we deserved at the drawing back of the red curtain, 32 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. and wondered more than all that I should have for- gotten the saying that hung so often in my sight, ' Thou, God, seest me.' We entered the house and found breakfast ready ; the heat was wonderful, and the stillness in the air was complete. A singular glow was diffused over everything, though the sun was not shining, and through the open window came multitudes of minute flies like morsels of black thread. Sister said there was going to be a storm ; we all felt oppressed. Lucy was quiet, but a restless feeling of apprehension hung over me. My mind was busy with the young apricot-tree, and in every face I fan- cied I saw a reflection of my thought. It was impossible to keep the flies off the bread ; the tea was sprinkled with them, as well as the table- cloth and our clothes. The grandmother presently began to tell how such a swarm had preceded a great storm which took place in her youth, when a house was struck, and a bed driven into the middle of -a room, while two children who were sleeping in it remained uninjured. The wearisome meal at length was over, the poor little children were quite overpowered ; the youngest came up to his sister, and leaning his head against her, said, ' I want to sit on thy knee.' As she took him up, James and Lucy brought their stools to her side, and looked in her face apprehensively. ' What art thou afraid of? ' she said composedly to Lucy ; ' GOD is IN THE STORM, lie can take care of thee.' The father and grandmother went out of the room 2 * 33 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. to give some orders, and the next instant several vivid flashes of lightning seemed to dash across our faces. ' There,' she said, when the thunder which followed them ceased, ' dost thou see how quiet Sophia is ? She is not afraid.' ' I am not afraid of the storm,' I replied ; and I asked her if I might go up to my own room. She gave me leave, and I moved up stairs to the little chamber. I remember something of the terrible dimness which seemed to have gathered in an instant ; and of the glowing heat that appeared to strike against me as from the door of an oven. But sister's remark that God was in the storm, was paramount to every- thing else, and before the thought of safety came the necessity to ask forgiveness. Let no one say my fault was a trifling one ; it was the same which had cost my first mother her place in Paradise. I had eaten forbidden fruit ; and as I knelt at the foot of the bed and hid my face, I remembered what sister had said on this subject, and how I had despised her advice to keep away from temptation. Again, there rushed over my heart the sudden com- prehension of the nearness of God. In my childish thought I felt His presence so close to me, that I did not need to pray aloud ; but as well as I could I en- treated forgiveness, though the deafening peals* of thunder seemed to drown my words, and confuse my very thoughts and senses. The floor shook under me, and I heard the furniture rattle and reel ; but God, I knew, was in the storm, and gradually, as I prayed to Him, His near presence, which had been so terrible 34 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. to me, became, to my apprehension, a source of rest, and brought a consciousness of protection. There was nothing else to trust in during that great danger ; but it was enough. I was quite alone, and though sometimes a little stunned by the noise, was able to distinguish the strange sounds, the creaking and crashing of boughs of trees, the lowing of the frightened cattle, the distressed cries of the rooks. The very house itself seemed endowed with power to complain, and groaned and trembled to its foundation. One other incident I remember of that half-hour : something soft had brushed across my hands ; I lifted up my face, and saw two trembling, dripping swal- lows sitting on my pillow ! And now the sound of drenching rain was added to the tumult of the thunder. I remained kneeling, but was no longer afraid. Then came a short pause, and I thought I would get up and look for Lucy's father. I did not doubt that my fault was forgiven, but my head was still a little confused with the noise, and I wished to tell him my fault without considering whether this was a convenient season. I wandered about, but could find no one ; I opened several doors ; at length I came to the upper room so often mentioned, advanced to the red curtain and looked in. There I saw him and the grandmother sitting side by side, perfectly composed, but with somewhat awe-struck faces ; the son was holding his mother by the hand, and they were quite silent. I came in and stood beside him for a few minutes ; the storm was clearing off with magical celerity, and two minutes after the last tremendous clap of thunder, the 35 THE GRANDMOTHER S SHOE. rain ceased, and the sun shone out over the sodden grass and the ruined garden, all strewed with broken branches, fallen fruit, and dead nestlings flung from the nests, and over which the mother rooks were piteously lamenting. The great fear of God so lately suffered, had taken away for a time all fear of man ; and though the grandmother was present, I did not feel afraid when I asked Lucy's father if he would hear something that I wanted to tell him. Some few things in our childhood make such a deep impression on the mind that they are never for- gotten. I still remember how I told my story to Lucy's father, and almost the very words in which I told him. I remember his benign face, which, to my great surprise, never once became in the least displeased all through the broken narrative. I remember the grand- mother's manner, which, stranger still, never re- proached me as it did at other times. I remember the touch of her aged hand, as once or twice she passed it softly over my hair ; and, more than all, I remember the quiet kindness of Lucy's father, and how gently he said, when I had finished, and he had reflected for a few moments on my tale, ' Well, well, let him that is without sin among us first cast a stone at thee.' <* From that day forward the grandmother was par- ticularly kind to me. 36 TWO WATS OF TELLING A STORY. WHO is this? A careless little midshipman, idling about in a great city, with his pockets full of money. He is waiting for the coach : it comes up presently, and he gets on the top of it, and begins to look about him. They soon leave the chimney-pots behind them ; his eyes wander with delight over the harvest fields, he smells the honeysuckle in the hedge-row, and he wishes he was down among the hazel bushes, that he might strip them of the milky nuts ; then he sees a great wain piled up with barley, and he wishes he was seated on the top of it ; then they go through a little wood, and he likes to see the checkered shadows of the trees lying across the white road ; and then a squirrel runs up a bough, and he cannot forbear to whoop and halloo, though he cannot chase it to its nest. 'The other passengers are delighted with his sim- plicity and childlike glee ; and they encourage him to talk to them about the sea and ships, especially Her 37 TWO WAYS OF Majesty's ship The Asp, wherein he has the honor to sail. In the jargon of the sea, he describes her many perfections, and enlarges on her peculiar advantages ; he then confides to them how a certain middy, having been ordered to the mast-head as a punishment, had seen, while sitting on the top-mast cross-trees, some- thing uncommonly like the sea-serpent but, finding this hint received with incredulous smiles, he begins to tell them how he hopes that, some day, he shall be promoted to have charge of the poop. The passen- gers hope he will have that honor ; they have no doubt he deserves it. His cheeks flush with pleasure to hear them say so, and he little thinks that they have no notion in what ' that honor' may happen to consist. The coach stops : the little midshipman, with his hands in his pockets, sits rattling his money, and sing- ing. There is a poor woman standing by the door of the village inn ; she looks careworn, and well she may, for, in the spring, her husband went up to London to seek for work. He got work, and she was expecting soon to join him there, when, alas ! a fellow-workman wrote her word how he had met with an accident, how he was very ill, and wanted his wife to come and nurse him. But she has two young children, and is destitute ; she must walk up all the way, and she is sick at heart when she thinks that perhaps he may die among strangers before she can reach him. She does not think of begging, but seeing the boy's eyes attracted to her, she makes him a courtesy, and he withdraws his hand and throws her down a sov- ereign. She looks at it with incredulous joy, and then she looks at him. 38 TELLING A STORY. ' It's all right,' he says, and the coach starts again, while, full of gratitude, she hires a cart to take her across the country to the railway, that the next night she may sit by the bedside of her sick husband. The midshipman knows nothing about that ; and he never will know. The passengers go on talking the little midship- man has told them who he is, and where he is going ; but there is one man who has never joined in the con- versation ; he is dark-looking and restless ; he sits apart ; he has seen the glitter of the falling coin, and now he watches the boy more narrowly than before. He is a strong man, resolute and determined ; the boy with the pockets full of money will be no match for him. He has told the other passengers that his father's house is the parsonage at Y , the coach goes within five miles of it, and he means to get down at the nearest point, and walk, or rather run over to his home, through the great wood. The man decides to get down too, and go through the wood ; he will rob the little midshipman ; perhaps, if he cries out or struggles, he will do worse. The boy, he thinks, will have no chance against him ; it is quite impossible that he can escape ; the way is lonely, and the sun will be down. No. There seems indeed little chance of escape ; the half-fledged bird just fluttering down from its nest has no more chance against the keen-eyed hawk, than the little light-hearted sailor boy will have against him. And now they reach the village where the boy is to alight. He wishes the other passengers ' good even- ing,' and runs lightly down between the scattered 39 TWO WAYS OP houses. The man has got down also, and is fol- lowing. The path lies through the village churchyard ; there is evening service, and the door is wide open, for it is warm. The little midshipman steals up the porch, looks in, and listens. The clergyman has just risen from his knees in the pulpit, and is giving out his text. Thirteen months have passed since the boy was within a house of prayer ; and a feeling of pleasure and awe induces him to stand still and listen. ' Are not two sparrows (he hears) sold for a far- thing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not, therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.' He hears the opening sentences of the sermon ; and then he remembers his home, and comes softly out of the porch, full of a calm and serious pleasure. The clergyman has reminded him of his father, and his careless heart is now filled with the echoes of his voice and of his prayers. He thinks on what the clergyman said, of the care of our heavenly Father for us ; he re- members how, when he left home, his father prayed that he might be preserved through every danger ; he does not remember any particular danger that he has been exposed to, excepting in the great storm ; but he is grateful that he has come home in safety, and he hopes whenever he shall be in danger, which he supposes he shall be some day, he hopes, that then the providence of God will watch over him and protect him. And so he presses onward to the entrance of the wood. The man is there before him. He has pushed him- 40 TELLING A STORY. self into the thicket, and cut a heavy stake ; he suffers the boy to go on before, and then he comes out, falls into the path, and follows him. It is too light at present for his deed of darkness, and too near the entrance of the wood, but he knows that shortly the path will branch off into two, and the right one for the boy to take will be dark and lonely. But what prompts the little midshipman, when not fifty yards from the branching of the path, to break into a sudden run ? It is not fear, he never dreams of danger. Some sudden impulse, or some wild wish for home, makes him dash off suddenly after his saunter, with a whoop and a bound. On he goes, as if run- ning a race ; the path bends, and the man loses sight of him. ' But I shall have him yet,' he thinks ; ' he cannot keep this pace up long.' The boy has nearly reached the place where the path divides, when he puts up a young white owl that can scarcely fly, and it goes whirring along, close to the ground, before him. He gains upon it ; another moment, and it will be his. Now he gets the start again ; they come to the branching of the paths, and the bird goes down the wrong one. The temptation to follow is too strong to be resisted ; he knows that somewhere, deep in the wood, there is a cross track by which he can get into the path he has left ; it is only to run a little faster and he shall be at home nearly as soon. On he rushes ; the path takes a bend, and he is jus.t out of sight when his pursuer comes where the paths divide. The boy has turned to the right ; the man TWO V.'AYS OF takes the left, and the faster they both run the farther they are asunder. The white owl still leads him on ; the path gets darker and narrower ; at last he finds that he has missed it altogether, and his feet are on the soft ground. He flounders about among the trees and stumps, vexed with himself, and panting after his race. At last he hits upon another track, and pushes on as fast as he can. The ground begins sensibly to descend he has lost his way but he keeps bearing to the left ; and, though it is now dark, he thinks that he must reach the main path sooner or later. He does not know this part of the wood, but he runs on. O, little midshipman ! why did you chase that owl? If you had kept in the path with the dark man behind you, there was a- chance that you might have outrun him ; or, if he had overtaken you, some passing wayfarer might have heard your cries, and come to save you. Now you are running on straight to your death, for the forest water is deep and black at the bottom of this hill. O, that the moon might come out and show it to you ! The moon is under a thick canopy of heavy black clouds ; and there is not a star to glitter on the water and make it visible. The fern is soft under his feet as he runs and slips down the sloping hill. At last he strikes his foot against a stone, stumbles, and falls. Two minutes more and he will roll into the black. water, 'Heyday!' cries the boy, 'what's this? O, how it tears my hands | O, this thorn-bush ! O, my arms ! I can't get free ! ' He struggles and pants. 42 TELLING A STORY. ' All this comes of leaving the path,' he says ; ' I shouldn't have cared for rolling down if it hadn't been for this bush. The fern was soft enough. I'll never stray in a w r ood at night again. There, free at last ! And my jacket nearly torn oft' my back ! ' With a good deal of patience, and a great many scratches, he gets free of the thorn which had arrested his progress, when his feet were within a yard of the water, manages to scramble up the bank, and makes the best of his way through the wood. And now, as the clouds move slowly onward, the moon shows her face on the black surface of the water ; and the little white owl comes and hoots, and flutters over it like a wandering snowdrift. But the boy is deep in the wood again, and knows nothing of the danger from which he has escaped. All this time the dark passenger follows the main track, and believes that his prey is before him. At last he hears a crashing of dead boughs, and presently the little midshipman's voice not fifty yards before him. Yes, it is too true ; the boy is in the cross track. He will pass the cottage in the wood directly, and after that his pursuer will come upon him. The boy bounds into the path ; but, as he passes the cottage, he is so thirsty, and so hot, that he thinks he must ask the inhabitants if they can sell him a glass of ale. He enters without ceremony. ' Ale ? ' says the woodman, who is sitting at his supper. ' No, we have no ale ; but perhaps my wife can give thee a drink of milk. Come in.' So he comes in, and shuts the door ; and, while he sits waiting for the milk, foot- 43 T\VO WAYS OF steps pass. They are the footsteps of his pursuer, who goes on with the stake in his hand, and is angry and impatient that he has not yet come up with him. The woman goes to her little dairy for the milk, and the l*oy thinks she is a long time. He drinks it, thanks her, and takes his leave. Fast and fast the man runs on, and, as fast as he can, the boy runs after him. It is very dark, but there is a yellow streak in the sky, where the moon is ploughing up a furrowed mass of gray cloud, and one or two stars are blinking through the branches of the trees. Fast the boy follows, and fast the man runs on, with his weapon in his hand. Suddenly he hears the joy- ish whoop not before, but behind him. He stops and listens breathlessly. Yes, it is so. He pushes himself into the thicket, and raises his stake to strike when the boy shall pass. On he comes, running lightly, with his hands in his pockets. A sound strikes at the same instant on the ears of both ; and the boy turns back from the very jaws of death to listen. It is the sound of wheels, and it draws rapidly nearer. A man comes up, driving a little gig. 'Halloa?' he says, in a loud, cheerful voice. ' What ! benighted, youngster ? ' ' O, is it you, Mr. Davis?' says the boy; 'no, I am not benighted ; or, at any rate, I know my way out of the wood.' The man draws farther back among the shrubs. ' Why, bless the boy,' he hears the farmer say, ' to think of our meeting in this way. The parson told 44 TEJLLIXG A STORY. me he was in hopes of seeing thee some day this week. I'll give thee a lift. This is a lone place to be in this O J- time o' night.' ' Lone ! ' says the boy, laughing. ' I don't mind that ; and if you know the way, it's as safe as the quarter-deck.' So he gets into the farmer's gig, and is once more out of reach of the pursuer. But the man knows that the farmer's house is a quarter of a mile nearer than the parsonage, and in that quarter of a mile there is still a chance of committing the robbery. He deter- mines still to make the attempt, and cuts across the wood with such rapid strides that he reaches the farm- er's gate just as the gig drives up to it. ' Well, thank you, farmer,' says the midshipman, as he prepares to get down. ' I wish you good night, gentlemen,' says the man, when he passes. ' Good night, friend,' the farmer replies. ' I say, my boy, it's a dark night enough ; but I have a mind to drive you on to the parsonage, and hear the rest of this long tale of yours about the sea-serpent.' The little wheels go on again. They pass the man ; and he stands still in the road to listen till the sound dies away. Then he flings his stake into the hedge, and goes back again. His evil purposes have all been frustrated the thoughtless boy has baffled him at every turn. And now the little midshipman is at home .the joyful meeting has taken place ; and when they have all admired his growth, and decided whom he is like, and measured his height on the window-frame, and 45 TWO WAYS OF seen him eat his supper, they begin to question him about his adventures, more for the pleasure of hearing him talk than any curiosity. 1 Adventures ! ' says the boy, seated between his father and mother on a sofa. ' Why, ma, I did write you an account of the voyage, and there's nothing else to tell. Nothing happened to-day at least nothing particular.' ' You came by the coach we told you of? ' asks his father. ' O yes, papa ; and when we had got about twenty miles, there came up a beggar, while we changed horses, and I threw down (as I thought) a shilling, but, as it fell, I saw it was a. sovereign. She was very honest, and showed me what it was, but I didn't ta'ke it back, for you know, mamma, it's a long time since I gave anything to anybody.' ' Very true, my boy,' his mother answers ; ' but you should not be careless with your money ; and few beg- gars are worthy objects of charity.' ' I suppose you got down at the cross-roads ? ' says his elder brother. ' Yes, and went through the wood. I should have been here sooner if I hadn't lost my way there.' ' Lost your way ! ' says his mother, alarmed. ' My dear boy, you should not have left the path at dusk.' ' O, ma,' says the little midshipman, with a smile, 'you're always thinking we're in danger. If you could see me sometimes sitting at the jib-boom end, or across the main-top-mast cross-trees, you would be frightened. But what danger can there be in a wood?' ' Well, my boy,' she answers, ' I don't wish to be 46 TELLING A STORY. over-anxious, and to make my children uncomfortable by my fears. What did you stray from the path for?' ' Only to chase a little owl, mamma ; but I didn't catch her after all. I got a roll down a bank, and caught my jacket against