Troublesome Comforts.

by Geraldine Glasgow.

CHAPTER I.

Mrs. Beauchamp sat in a stuffy third-cla.s.s carriage at Liverpool Street Station, and looked wistfully out of the window at her husband. Behind her the carriage seemed full to overflowing with children and paper parcels, and miscellaneous packages held together by straps. Even the ticket collector failed in his mental arithmetic when nurse confronted him with the tickets.

"There's five halfs and two wholes," she said, "and a dog and a bicycle."

"All right, madam," he said politely, "but I don't see the halfs."

"There's Miss Susie, and Master d.i.c.k, and Miss Amy," began nurse distractedly, "and the child in my arms; and now there's Master Tommy disappeared."

"He's under the seat," said d.i.c.k solemnly.

"Come out, Tom," said his father, "and don't be such an a.s.s."

Tom crawled out, a ma.s.s of dust and grime, not in the least disconcerted.

"I thought I could travel under the seat if I liked," he said.

"Oh, if you _like_!" said his father; but nurse, with a look of despair, caught at his knickerbockers just as he was plunging into the dust again.

"Not whilst I have power to hold you back, Master d.i.c.k," she said.--"No, sir, you haven't got the washing of him, and wild horses won't be equal to it if he gets his way."

"Well, keep still, Tommy," said his father.

Tommy squirmed and wriggled, but nurse's hand was muscular, and the strength of despair was in her grip. Mrs. Beauchamp realized that in a few minutes the keeping in order of the turbulent crew would fall to her, but for the present she tried to shut her ears to Susie's domineering tones and Tommy's scornful answers. Susie always chose the most unsuitable moments for displays of temper, and Mrs. Beauchamp sighed as she looked at the firm little mouth and eager blue eyes. She felt so very, very sorry to be leaving d.i.c.k the elder in London--so intolerably selfish. Her voice was full of tender regret.

"It seems so horrid of me, d.i.c.k. It is _you_ who ought to be having the holiday, not me."

"Oh, I shall manage quite well," said Mr. Beauchamp cheerfully. "It is rather a bore being kept in London, of course, away from you and the chicks"--this came as an afterthought--"but I hope you will find it plane sailing. I want it to be a _real_ rest to you, old woman."

His eyes wandered past her sweet, tired face to the fair and dark heads beyond, of which she was the proud possessor, and his sigh was not altogether a sigh of disappointment. Mrs. Beauchamp glanced at them too, and the anxious line deepened between her eyes. She pushed back with a cool hand the loose hair on her forehead. "It is an ideal place for children," she said--"sand and sh.e.l.ls; and they can bathe from the lodgings."

"You will be good to your mother, boys," said Mr. Beauchamp. He was directly appealing to Tommy, but he included the whole family in his sweeping glance. "Don't overpower her.--And, Susie, you are the eldest; you must be an example."

Susie flounced out her ridiculously short skirts with a triumphant look round. "I _am_ a help, aren't I, mother?" she said.

"Sometimes, dear," said her mother, with rather a tired smile.

"And you won't bother about me, Christina?" he said.

"How can I help it, darling?"

She leant farther out of the window, but one hand held firmly to Amy's slim black legs--Amy had scrambled up on to the seat, and was pushing the packages in the rack here and there, searching for something.

"There is the guard; we are just off, I suppose. O d.i.c.k, how I wish you were coming too! But I will write as often as I can.--Susie, be quiet. I cannot hear myself speak."

"Well, mother," said Susie, shaking back her hair, and poking the point of her parasol between the laces of d.i.c.k's boots, "look at the way he has laced himself up; you said yourself he was to do it tidily. And his face is s.m.u.tty already; look at him."

"Good-bye, d.i.c.k," said Mrs. Beauchamp. The train was moving smoothly out of the station, and she leant out as far as she dared, to get a last look at the erect figure.--"There, Susie, father is out of sight. Leave the boys alone."

Susie frowned.

"She'd better," said Tommy, in a choked voice.

"Now you're going to be naughty," said Susie.--"I know they are, mother--they always begin like that; they're clawing at me with their sticky fingers. Mother, tell them not to; I didn't say anything."

"You are a beastly blab," said Tommy defiantly.

"Tom, what a word! Sit down by nurse and look out of the window.--Susie, it is really your fault--you are so interfering."

"I'm not interfering," said Susie, aggrieved. "I'm helping you to keep them in order."

"Well, _don't_. I would rather manage them alone.--Don't squabble, boys; there's plenty of room for every one."

"O mother--" said Amy.

Mrs. Beauchamp still held unconsciously on to the slim black leg, but the sudden movement of the train had jerked Amy off the seat. She clung for a moment to the rack, but her hand slipped, and she fell headlong on to the opposite seat, and there was a dull thud as her head crashed on to a little wooden box.

"It's all right, darling," her mother said, and she held her close in her comforting arms.

CHAPTER II.

Amy was a good little girl, and she tried very hard not to cry; but she sat pressed very close to her mother's side, with her large blue eyes full and overflowing with tears. d.i.c.k, who was very tender-hearted, begged her to eat his toffee, which would have been comforting; but nurse would not allow it at any price.

"No, Miss Amy," she said, "I won't hear of it--not in your pretty blue dress. And don't lean upon your mamma; you'll wear the life out of her."

Amy pressed her soft cheek against her mother's arm, and looked up in her face with her tearful blue eyes. She was relieved to see just the shadow of a smile.

"Give me Master Alick, nurse," said Mrs. Beauchamp; "I am afraid he has toothache.--There! see, Alick, all the pretty green fields going past outside."

"It's _us_ that is going past," said d.i.c.k.

"Hold me too, mother," said Amy suddenly; "take me in your arms like you do Alick."

"But Alick will cry if I put him down. See, I can manage like that; there is room for both of you."

She made a large lap, and Amy scrambled on to it. It was like a nest with two birds in it--not very restful, perhaps, to the nest, but quite delightful for the birds. They were very good little birds, too, and they did not quarrel; and presently Amy nudged mother's arm, and spoke in the tiniest whisper. "One of the birds has gone to sleep," she said.

Alick's eyes were shut, and his round, flushed face was lying on mother's hand. When she tried to take it gently away he stirred, and squeaked restlessly.

"Let's pretend he's a cuckoo and push him out," suggested Tom.