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Jill's Red Bag

[205] <div></div> <h2> XV </h2> "WORN OUT IN A GOOD SERVICE" Lessons and play were the daily routine now. The children kept out of scrapes wonderfully. Perhaps it was Miss Falkner's quick interference before real harm was done, or perhaps it was as she liked to hope, her pupils were getting more considerate of other people's feelings. "It is their lively imagination, and their passion for acting out what they hear or read, that works such mischief," Miss Falkner said to Mona one day when they were talking over the children. "They are reckless of consequences. Future results are never taken into consideration." She said this when she had just stopped Jack from lighting a fire in the loft. He was a prisoner in hiding, he informed her, and he was going to cook himself a meal. Bumps had been foraging for him, and had brought him a raw piece of bacon. "I was going to be most careful," he informed her. "Of course I wouldn't light the [206] hay. I pushed it all away, and had got quite an empty corner!" But one day the children's energies were turned in another direction. They were all devoted to Mr. Arnold, and as he lived alone with an old housekeeper who was really fond of children, they very often found their way over to the vicarage. Sometimes he invited them to tea with him, and it was when they returned one evening from this dissipation that they announced in the drawing-room— "We are going to get Mr. Arnold a wife!" Miss Webb exploded with laughter. She was reading the newspaper over the fire. Mona was consulting with Miss Falkner at a table near about a certain girls' club in the village that she wished to start. She turned with a look of horror at the speaker, who of course was Jill; Miss Falkner was too accustomed to her pupils' speeches to be surprised. "Yes," put in Jack. "There ought to be a Mrs. Arnold, like Mrs. Errington; we told him so!" "To make his tea," said Bumps breathlessly, "and knit his thocks!" "And have a pretty drawing-room and flowers," said Jill. "He doesn't sit in the drawing-room like Mr. Errington did. He sits in his [207] study, and there ought to be a Mrs. Arnold to help him in the village." "And what are your vicar's opinions on this important subject?" asked Miss Webb. "We've told him we'll get him one. We know more people than he does, and we know just the sort he wants. She must be just like Mrs. Errington, only not an invalid." "And we aren't going to tell," said Jack wisely, "but we've picked out somebody." "Yeth, and we're going to thend her to Mr. Arnold to-morrow!" burst forth Bumps excitedly. Miss Webb threw up her hands in mock astonishment. "Really! You don't mean it! And when is the wedding going to be?" Mona here interposed. "Jill, you are old enough to know better. You must not go to the vicarage at all, if you talk such nonsense." "It isn't nonsense!" Jill said indignantly. "Mr. Arnold wants a wife, he said he did; and we're going to find one for him." She rushed out of the room like a small whirlwind. "Who is the happy lady, Jack?" asked Miss Webb inquisitively. [208] Jack was silent. "Miss Falkner, you will have to assert your authority and stop this," said Mona, half laughing, yet half vexed. "Let's tell, Jack," said Bumps, who loved giving information. But Jack shook his head. "We didn't even tell Mr. Arnold; we said we would send him some one to-morrow." "And have you told her her fate?" asked Miss Webb. "Jill is going to see Miss Grant in the morning," said Jack with dignity, and not perceiving he had let the cat out of the bag. Miss Webb began to laugh afresh, and even Mona smiled. Miss Grant was a lady between fifty and sixty who was an indefatigable parish worker, but whose strong will and love of interference had always been a sore trial to her vicar. "You think she'll make him a good wife?" Miss Webb said, trying to draw the children out. "She's just the sort to make tea," said Jack, "and she'll be much more help to him than Mrs. Errington would be, or any one else." "I think you will have to keep certain small [209] people hard at lessons to-morrow, Miss Falkner. This proposed visit must be nipped in the bud." Miss Falkner took her charges off to the school-room and presently Jill appeared. She seemed to have forgotten the subject under discussion, for she was full of a plan she had talked over with Mr. Arnold of supporting a children's cot in the local hospital. "And my bag will begin it, like it did the Bethel Room. Don't you think it lovely?" Just before the children went to bed, Miss Falkner picked up an old copy-book an the floor of Jill's bedroom. She did not often look at her scribblings, but the first words startled her: "Dear Miss Grant,"— She read on, with an anxious face, yet with a keen sense of humour— "We've been having tea with Mr. Arnold. We think you had better be his wife. He has not anybody to do things like Mrs. Errington did, and we told him we would find a wife for him. We said we would send her to-morrow. He wants a wife, and so he will expect you. Please tell him you came from us. And have [210] your wedding-day very soon, because we shall all come and see you married. Mr. Arnold told us we could do this, so it is not wrong. "Your affectionate friend, "Jill Baron. "P.S.—Jack and Bumps and I chose you, and we know Mr. Arnold will be pleased." "Jill," said Miss Falkner sharply, "what is this?" "Oh," said Jill unconcernedly, "it's a copy of a letter I sent Miss Grant. I wanted to do it neatly, so I wrote it in there first." "But you have never sent it?" "Yes, I did. Annie was going out, and she took it to the post." "But Jill, that was very naughty." "Why?" "You know why. Your sister was very vexed at your talking about such things. I don't know what she will say now. You must come and tell her what you have done." "Oh, I can't; please don't make me—Miss Webb will laugh. It isn't naughty. We simply love Mr. Arnold. And why shouldn't he have a wife as well as Mr. Errington? He didn't mind us doing it." "He never told you to write to Miss Grant." [211] "No, because it was only afterwards that we thought of her." Miss Falkner, in spite of her entreaties, took her straight to Mona, who was in her bedroom dressing for dinner. "I have brought Jill to tell you what she has done, as I think you ought to know." And then Miss Falkner left the little delinquent, who stood copy-book in hand with hanging head before her eldest sister. "It's—it's a letter I've sent to Miss Grant," said Jill. Mona took the copy-book from her. "Oh, Jill!" she exclaimed in real distress. "This is really very naughty of you. You may make a great deal of mischief, and annoy Miss Grant extremely. I don't know how we can put it straight." "I don't see what I've done wrong," said Jill stubbornly. "Little girls have no business to interfere with grown-up people. I don't know what Miss Grant will think; I must see Miss Falkner. Ask her to come here, and you had better go straight to bed." "It's always the way," Jill confided to Bumps when they were both in bed that evening; "everything I do turns out wrong. Children [212] can't be kind to grown-up people. It's no good to try. They won't let them. And Mr. Arnold will never have a wife, if he doesn't have Miss Grant. There's no one else like her." "But you sent her a letter," said Bumps comfortingly. "Yes, but Mona is going to do something dreadful to-morrow. I know she is." As a matter of fact Mona did nothing. She felt powerless to act. Miss Webb counselled silence. She seemed to be enjoying the whole thing; Miss Falkner spent nearly an hour in bringing Jill to reason, but she repented of some of her words when they happened to meet Mr. Arnold in their morning walk. Jill flew to him at once. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I really did it for the best. I told Miss Grant to go to you, but Miss Falkner says I oughtn't to have anything to do with husbands and wives. She says Miss Grant will be made uncomfortable and so will you; and I wouldn't make you uncomfortable for worlds!" Mr. Arnold looked at first as if he did not know what she was talking about; then he began to laugh, and his laugh was so infectious that Miss Falkner could not help joining him. Jill eagerly continued to explain— [213] "Hasn't she been to you? Then perhaps it is all right. I'll never try to find a wife for you again. Miss Falkner says wives can't be found like we thought, and she says God is the only one that can find one for you." Mr. Arnold looked perfectly coolly into Miss Falkner's face. "Thank you," he said. "I believe in that too. My little friends were too anxious on my behalf. And as to Miss Grant, I wish her a more suitable partner than myself, Jill. Is your sister in? I want to ask her about a parish matter." He left them, and crossed the pine wood to reach the house, but he never got there, for he saw Mona leaning against the new wooden fence looking with dreamy, wistful eyes at the children's "Bethel," and he went straight to her. The scent of the pines, the pale blue sky behind them, and the quiet sacredness of the spot rested and soothed Mona's soul. She turned at the sound of his footsteps, but never changed her position; when he looked into her face he found her eyes were full of tears. "I come here when life is difficult," she said, trying to speak lightly. "I have been thinking over Christ's words, 'How hardly shall they [214] that have riches enter into the kingdom of God.' I long sometimes to ease myself of the burden and responsibility of my money, by casting it to the winds. Can you advise me? I want to be a faithful steward. What shall I do?" Cecil Arnold's opportunity had come. It was some days before the children knew the result of that interview. They were all three tidying up their "Bethel," which Miss Webb said now reminded her of a small church-yard, when they saw their sister and Mr. Arnold slowly approach them. They were close to the fence before they noticed the children, then Mona started, a rich colour came into her cheeks and she tried to withdraw her hand from Mr. Arnold's arm. He held it fast, and said to her with a twinkle in his eye— "Allow me to receive my congratulations. I must enlighten them." "Two trespassers again, Jill!" he called out. "May we come inside your gate?" "Yes," said Jill, stopping in her feat of brushing dead leaves away; "you and Mona aren't trespassers, for you belong to our Tenth Society, and you don't laugh at our 'Bethel.'" "Laugh at it?" said Mona tremulously. "I shall bless it all my days!" [215] Then Mr. Arnold spoke, and his voice was hushed and reverent, though there was a glad light in his eye. "I thought you children would like to know whom God has graciously given to me as a wife." "Why it's Mona!" Surprise and delight were in the children's faces. Jill exclaimed—"I never should have thought of Mona. She doesn't seem like a clergyman's wife, but it's awfully nice." "Why don't I please you?" Mona asked. "Not good enough, I know." "Well, I think you're too smiling and—and too young." Mr. Arnold laughed. "And I am too old and grave. But, Jill, as a boy and girl we promised to marry each other, so we are only keeping our promise." "Why have you been so long before you did it?" asked Jill with interest. That question remained unanswered. Jack and Jill were full of excitement and curiosity. Bumps was the only one who seemed disappointed. "We can't never find a wife for him now, he hath found hithelf one!" she lamented. [216] She and Jill were standing by their lodge gate next day when they saw Miss Grant coming along. For one moment Jill thought of flight, then she bravely stood her ground. They had been bowling their hoops along, and were a little breathless with their run. Miss Grant looked at them severely, then came across the road to them. "Jill," she said, "what do you mean by writing me such a letter? Who told you to do it? I am surprised that a little girl of your age should act so forwardly!" Jill got crimson at once. "It was all a mistake, please," she said, "and I'm sorry you got it. We were trying hard to find Mr. Arnold a wife." "Who put you up to it?" demanded Miss Grant. "I consider it a grave insult, and I was thinking of seeing your sister about the matter. She and your governess don't know how to keep you in order." "No one put me up to it," replied Jill eagerly. "I made a mistake, and it's a good thing you didn't go to him. Please forget it." "Yeth," put in Bumps with an emphatic nod of the head, "he didn't want you after all, becauth he has got Mona." [217] Miss Grant beat a hasty retreat. She never mentioned the subject again. On the following Sunday Jill went to the vestry to hand in her bag. She had not been the only one who had responded to the vicar's invitation, for several of the villagers had appeared, and though their offerings were small, they were willing ones. She stood waiting whilst the village shopkeeper and a farmer's wife were taking their tenth out of their well-worn purses. Then a voice behind her startled her. It was Sam's father. "Eh, Miss Jill, here I be after you and your bag agen!" "Oh, Mr. Stone, what have you got? I'm so glad you haven't given up!" "I did have a mind to, as 'ee knows, but parson here do seem so set on it that I've been lookin' through some savin's o' mine." Mr. Arnold said good-night to the two women, and turned to the old man. "Are you bringing your money to me, Stone?" he asked quietly. "Yes, sir, that I be—'ee do talk so convinceable that I be quite worried till I have done it." "You must take it back again. I am only here to take my Master's money." Old Mr. Stone rubbed his head. [218] "I see yer meanin'. In course I bring it to the A'mighty. 'Twas a mere mistake in speech." The old man counted out of a canvas bag, to the astonishment of Jill and his vicar, five pounds in silver. He moved a step nearer and spoke in a low, mysterious tone— "Fifty pun have I laid by for death and burial, and the rest to Sam, but never a penny have I laid by for the God that brought me into the world, and that be soon going to take me out. The little lass hammered away till I gave her my cabbages, then I said 'No more,' for I kep' thinkin' o' these savin's, that no mortal body do know on. But, parson, your words be hot and uncomfortable, and las' night I lay thinkin' o' this here vestry an' Miss Jill's red bag. 'Twasn't the sermon, nor yet the bag, nor you and Miss Jill put together, but 'twas God that spoked to me in the night. "'I have loved 'ee,' He kep' sayin', 'I have loved 'ee, Tummas, I have loved 'ee.' An' then came that there tex' 'ee preached on last Sunday, 'Lovest thou Me?' and I were fair broken down. I knowed what the Lord did want. The tenth o' my savin's! And bless [219] God, I knows He loves me, and 'tis that has brought me!" "Thank God," breathed Mr. Arnold, stretching out his hand and taking Thomas Stone's hard, horny one in his. "I take this gladly, and thank you in my Master's name." When the old man had gone Jill drew near. She held out her bag a little sorrowfully— "It has only three shillings and a half-penny in it," she said; "and two shillings are from Sam, and threepence from Annie. I'm afraid our money is very, very little." "Never mind," said Mr. Arnold cheerfully, seeing her downcast face, "God does not expect more from you at present." Jill sighed. "And my bag is wearing out," she said mournfully, "and Miss Falkner has no more red flannel; she thinks a bag can be made of anything, but I like my old one. It has great holes, and as fast as I mend them they tear out again." "Poor little bag!" said Mr. Arnold, taking it in his hand. "It is worn out in a good service. Will you let me have it, Jill? I should like to hang it up in the vestry here, so that I can look at it sometimes. What is this tape on it? Something written on it." [220] "I did that," said Jill, her face in a glow of delight at Mr. Arnold's words. He read out slowly— "Of Thine own have we given Thee." The letters were crooked and uneven. He smiled at Jill, then hung the little bag up on a nail. She looked at it proudly. All sorrow for its uselessness had gone. "It looks lovely up there!" she said. "And I don't mind now having a new one." "But don't have a new motto, Jill. Keep that to the end of your life—'Of Thine own have we given Thee.'" Jill nodded, and then she ran away home. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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