Nurse Heatherdale's Story. Molesworth Mrs.

was speaking in her clear decided way, and feeling a little afraid lest their voices should reach to the other end – I wouldn't have liked my lady to think I encouraged the children in talking her over – I tried to change the conversation.

      'Won't you tell me a little about your home?' I said. 'You know it'll all be quite new to me; I've only seen the sea once or twice in my life, and never lived by it.'

      'Treluan isn't quite close to the sea,' said Master Francis, evidently taking up my feeling. 'We can see it from some of the top rooms, and from one end of the west terrace at high tides, and we can hear it too when it's stormy. But it's really two miles to the coast.'

      'There are such dear little bays, lots of them,' said Miss Bess. 'We can play Robinson Crusoe and smugglers and all sorts of things, for the bays are quite separated from each other by the rocks.'

      'There's caves in some,' said Miss Lally, 'rather f'ightening caves, they're so dark;' but her eyes sparkled as if she were quite able to enjoy some adventures.

      'We shall be at no loss for nice walks, I see; but how do you amuse yourselves on wet days?'

      'Oh! we've always plenty to do,' said Miss Bess. 'Miss Kirstin comes from the Vicarage every morning for our lessons, and twice a week papa teaches Franz and me Latin in the afternoon, and the house is very big, you know. When we can't go out, we may race about in the attics over the nurseries. There's a stair goes up to the tower, just by the nursery door, and you pass the attics on the way. They're called the tower attics, because there are lots more over the other end of the house. Francie's room is in the tower.'

      It was easy to see by this talk that Treluan was a large and important place.

      'I suppose the house is very, very old?' I said.

      'Oh yes! thousands – I mean hundreds – of years old. Centuries mean hundreds, don't they, Franz?' said she, turning to her cousin.

      'Yes, dear,' he answered gently, though I could see he was inclined to smile a little. 'If you know English history,' he went on to me, 'I could tell you exactly how old, Treluan is. The first bit of it was built in the reign of King Henry the Third, though it's been changed ever so often since then. About a hundred years ago the Penroses were very rich, very rich indeed. But when one of them died – our great, great grand-uncle, I think it was – and his nephew took possession, it was found the old man had sold a lot of the land secretly – it wasn't to be told till his death – and no one has ever been able to find out what he did with the money. It was the best of the land too.'

      'And they were so surprised,' said Miss Bess, 'for he'd been a very saving old man, and they thought there'd be lots of money over, any way. Wasn't it too bad of him – horrid old thing?'

      'Queen,' said Miss Lally gravely. 'You know we fixed never to call him that, 'cos he's dead. He was a – oh, what's that word? – something like those things in the hall at home – helmet – was it that? No – do tell me, Queen.'

      'You're muddling it up with crusaders, you silly little thing,' said Miss Bess. 'How could he have been a crusader only a hundred years ago?'

      'No, no, it isn't that – I said it was like it,' said Miss Lally, ready to cry. 'What's the other word for helmet?'

      'I know,' said Master Francis, 'vizor– and – '

      'Yes, yes – and the old man was a miser, that's it,' said the child. 'Papa said so, and he said it's like a' illness, once people get it they can't leave off.'

      Miss Bess and Master Francis could not help laughing at the funny way the child said it, nor could I myself, for that matter. And then they went on to tell me more of the strange old story – how their great grandfather and their grandfather after him had always gone on hoping the missing money would sooner or later turn up, though it never did, till – putting what the children told me together with my lady's own words – it became clear that poor Sir Hulbert had come into a sadly impoverished state of things.

      'Perhaps the late baronet and his father were not of the "saving" sort,' I said to myself, and from what I came to hear afterwards, I fancy I was about right.

      After a while my lady came to our end of the carriage. She was afraid, she said, I'd find Miss Baby too heavy – wouldn't I lay her comfortably on the seat, there was plenty of room? – my lady was always thoughtful for others – and then when we had got the child settled, she sat down and joined in our talk a little.

      'We've been telling Martha about Treluan and about the old uncle that did something with the money,' said Miss Bess.

      My lady did not seem to mind.

      'It is a queer story, isn't it?' she said. 'Worse than queer, indeed – ' and she sighed. 'Though even with it, things would not be as they are, if other people had not added their part to them.'

      She glanced round in a half impatient way, and somehow her glance fell on Master Francis, and I almost started as I caught sight of the expression that had come over her face – it was a look of real dislike.

      'Sit up, Francis – do, for goodness' sake,' she said sharply; 'you make yourself into a regular humpback.'

      The boy's pale, almost sallow face reddened all over. He had been listening with interest to the talking, and taking his part in it. Now he straightened himself nervously, murmuring something that sounded like, 'I beg your pardon, Aunt Helen,' and sat gazing out of the window beside him as if lost in his own thoughts. I busied myself with pulling the rugs better over Miss Baby, so that my lady should not see my face just then. But I think she felt sorry for her sharp tone, for when she spoke again it was even more pleasantly than usual.

      'Have you told nurse other things about Treluan, children?' she said. 'It is really a dear old place,' she went on to me; 'it might be made quite delightful if Sir Hulbert could spend a little more upon it. I had set my heart on new furnishing your room this year, Bess darling, but I'm afraid it will have to wait.'

      'Never mind, dear,' said Miss Bess comfortingly, in her old-fashioned way, 'there's no hurry. If I could have fresh covers to the chairs, the furniture itself – I mean the wood part – is quite good.'

      'I did get some nice chintz in London,' said her mamma; 'there was some selling off rather cheap. But it's the getting things made – everything down with us is so difficult and expensive,' and my lady sighed. Her mind seemed full of the one idea, and I began to think she should try to take a cheerier view of things.

      'If you'll excuse me mentioning it,' I said, 'I have had some experience in the cutting out of chair-covers and such things. It would be a great pleasure to me to help to make the young ladies' rooms nice.'

      'That would be very nice indeed,' said my lady; 'I really should like to do what we can to brighten up the old house. I expect it will look very gloomy to you, nurse, till you get used to it. I do want Bess's room to look better. Of course Lally is in the nursery still, and won't need a room of her own for a long time yet.'