'Liberty!' cried Miss Peasmarsh.'Then Charles has not forgotten, after all.'
'Excuse me,' said Mrs Biddle, with fierce politeness, 'these objects are deposited behind MY stall.Some unknown donor who does good by stealth, and would blush if he could hear you claim the things.Of course they are for me.'
'My stall touches yours at the corner,' said poor Miss Peasmarsh, timidly, 'and my cousin did promise--'
The children sidled away from the unequal contest and mingled with the crowd.Their feelings were too deep for words--till at last Robert said--'That stiff-starched PIG!'
'And after all our trouble! I'm hoarse with gassing to that trousered lady in India.'
'The pig-lady's very, very nasty,' said Jane.
It was Anthea who said, in a hurried undertone, 'She isn't very nice, and Miss Peasmarsh is pretty and nice too.Who's got a pencil?'
it was a long crawl, under three stalls, but Anthea did it.Alarge piece of pale blue paper lay among the rubbish in the corner.
She folded it to a square and wrote upon it, licking the pencil at every word to make it mark quite blackly: 'All these Indian things are for pretty, nice Miss Peasmarsh's stall.' She thought of adding, 'There is nothing for Mrs Biddle;' but she saw that this might lead to suspicion, so she wrote hastily: 'From an unknown donna,' and crept back among the boards and trestles to join the others.
So that when Mrs Biddle appealed to the bazaar committee, and the corner of the stall was lifted and shifted, so that stout clergymen and heavy ladies could get to the corner without creeping under stalls, the blue paper was discovered, and all the splendid, shining Indian things were given over to Miss Peasmarsh, and she sold them all, and got thirty-five pounds for them.
'I don't understand about that blue paper,' said Mrs Biddle.'It looks to me like the work of a lunatic.And saying you were nice and pretty! It's not the work of a sane person.'
Anthea and Jane begged Miss Peasmarsh to let them help her to sell the things, because it was their brother who had announced the good news that the things had come.Miss Peasmarsh was very willing, for now her stall, that had been SO neglected, was surrounded by people who wanted to buy, and she was glad to be helped.The children noted that Mrs Biddle had not more to do in the way of selling than she could manage quite well.I hope they were not glad--for you should forgive your enemies, even if they walk on your hands and then say it is all your naughty fault.But I am afraid they were not so sorry as they ought to have been.
It took some time to arrange the things on the stall.The carpet was spread over it, and the dark colours showed up the brass and silver and ivory things.It was a happy and busy afternoon, and when Miss Peasmarsh and the girls had sold every single one of the little pretty things from the Indian bazaar, far, far away, Anthea and Jane went off with the boys to fish in the fishpond, and dive into the bran-pie, and hear the cardboard band, and the phonograph, and the chorus of singing birds that was done behind a screen with glass tubes and glasses of water.
They had a beautiful tea, suddenly presented to them by the nice curate, and Miss Peasmarsh joined them before they had had more than three cakes each.It was a merry party, and the curate was extremely pleasant to every one, 'even to Miss Peasmarsh,' as Jane said afterwards.
'We ought to get back to the stall,' said Anthea, when no one could possibly eat any more, and the curate was talking in a low voice to Miss Peas marsh about 'after Easter'.
'There's nothing to go back for,' said Miss Peasmarsh gaily;'thanks to you dear children we've sold everything.'
'There--there's the carpet,' said Cyril.
'Oh,' said Miss Peasmarsh, radiantly, 'don't bother about the carpet.I've sold even that.Mrs Biddle gave me ten shillings for it.She said it would do for her servant's bedroom.'
'Why,' said Jane, 'her servants don't HAVE carpets.We had cook from her, and she told us so.'
'No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, if YOU please,' said the curate, cheerfully; and Miss Peasmarsh laughed, and looked at him as though she had never dreamed that any one COULD be so amusing.But the others were struck dumb.How could they say, 'The carpet is ours!'
For who brings carpets to bazaars?
The children were now thoroughly wretched.But I am glad to say that their wretchedness did not make them forget their manners, as it does sometimes, even with grown-up people, who ought to know ever so much better.
They said, 'Thank you very much for the jolly tea,' and 'Thanks for being so jolly,' and 'Thanks awfully for giving us such a jolly time;' for the curate had stood fish-ponds, and bran-pies, and phonographs, and the chorus of singing birds, and had stood them like a man.The girls hugged Miss Peasmarsh, and as they went away they heard the curate say--'Jolly little kids, yes, but what about--you will let it be directly after Easter.Ah, do say you will--'
And Jane ran back and said, before Anthea could drag her away, 'What are you going to do after Easter?'
Miss Peasmarsh smiled and looked very pretty indeed.And the curate said--'I hope I am going to take a trip to the Fortunate Islands.'
'I wish we could take you on the wishing carpet,' said Jane.
'Thank you,' said the curate, 'but I'm afraid I can't wait for that.I must go to the Fortunate Islands before they make me a bishop.I should have no time afterwards.'
'I've always thought I should marry a bishop,' said Jane: 'his aprons would come in so useful.Wouldn't YOU like to marry a bishop, Miss Peasmarsh?'
It was then that they dragged her away.
As it was Robert's hand that Mrs Biddle had walked on, it was decided that he had better not recall the incident to her mind, and so make her angry again.Anthea and Jane had helped to sell things at the rival stall, so they were not likely to be popular.
