The Long Vacation Part 2

"They have not more children than you have."

"Five Lambkins to our four, besides Gussy and Killy," said Lance; "though A--which is all that appears of the great Achilles' unlucky name--is articled to Shapcote, and as for Gussy, or rather Mr. Tanneguy, he is my right hand."

"We thought him a nice sort of youth when he was improving himself in London," said Clement.

"You both were very good to him," said Lance, "and those three years were not wasted. He is a far better sub-editor and reporter than I was at his age, with his French wit and cleverness. The only fault I find with him is that he longs for plate-gla.s.s and flummery instead of old Froggatt's respectable panes."

"He has become the London a.s.sistant, who was our bugbear," said Geraldine.

"I don't know how we should get on without him since we made 'Pur'

daily," said Lance.

"How old ambitions get realized!" said Geraldine.

"Does his mother endure the retail work, or has she not higher views for him?" asked Clement.

"In fact, ever since the first Lambkin came on the stage any one would have thought those poor boys were her steps, not good old Lamb's; whereas Felix always made a point of noticing them. Gus was nine years old that last time he was there, while I was ill, and he left such an impression as to make him the hero model.--Aye, Gus is first-rate."

"I am glad you have not altered the old shop and office."

"Catch me! But we are enlarging the reading-room, and the new press demands s.p.a.ce. Then there's a dining-room for the young men, and what do you think I've got? We (not Froggatt, Underwood, and Lamb, but the Church Committee) have bought St. Oswald's buildings for a coffee hotel and young men's lodging-house."

"Our own, old house. Oh! is Edgar's Great Achilles there still?"

"I rushed up to see. Alas! the barbarians have papered him out. But what do you think I've got? The old cupboard door where all our heights were marked on our birthdays."

"He set it up in his office," said Gertrude. "I think he danced round it. I know he brought me and all the children to adore it, and showed us, just like a weather record, where every one shot up after the measles, and where Clement got above you, Cherry, and Lance remained a bonny shrimp."

"A great move, but it sounds comfortable," said Clement.

"Yes; for now Lance will get a proper luncheon, as he never has done since dear old Mrs. Froggatt died," said Gertrude, "and he is an animal that needs to be made to eat! Then the children want schooling of the new-fashioned kinds."

All this had become possible through Fulbert's legacy between his brothers and unmarried sister, resulting in about 4000 apiece; besides which the firm had gone on prospering. Clement asked what was the present circulation of the 'Pursuivant', and as Lance named it, exclaimed--

"What would old Froggatt have said, or even Felix?"

"It is his doing," said Lance, "the lines he traced out."

"My father says it is the writing with a conscience," said Gertrude.

"Yes, with life, faculty, and point, so as to hinder the conscience from being a dead weight," added Geraldine.

"No wonder," said Lance, "with such contributors as the Harewoods, and such a war-correspondent as Aubrey May."

Just then the door began to open, and a black silk personage disconsolately exclaimed--

"Master Clement! Master Clem! Wherever is the boy gone, when he ought to be in his bed?"

"Ha, Sibby!" cried Lance, catching both hands, and kissing the cheery, withered-apple cheeks of the old nurse. "You see your baby has begun to run alone."

"Ah, Master Lance, 'twas your doing. You always was the mischief."

"No indeed, Sibby, the long boy did it all by himself, before ever I was in the house; but I'll bring him back again."

"May I not stay a little longer, Sibby," said Clement, rather piteously, "to hear Lance sing? I have been looking forward to it all day."

"If ye'll take yer jelly, sir," said Sibby, "as it's fainting ye'll be, and bringing our hearts into our mouths."

So Sibby administered her jelly, and heard histories of Lance's children, then, after exacting a promise that Master Lance should only sing once, she withdrew, as peremptory and almost as happy as in her once crowded nursery.

"What shall that once be, Clem?" asked Lance.

"'Lead, kindly Light.'"

"Is it not too much?" he inquired, glancing towards his widowed sister.

"I want it as much as he does," she answered fervently.

At thirty-eight Lance's voice was, if possible, more perfect in sweetness, purity, and expression than it had been at twenty, and never had the poem, connected with all the crises of their joint lives, come more home to their hearts, filling them with aspiration as well as memory.

Then Lance helped his brother up, and was surprised, after those cheerful tones, to feel the weight so p.r.o.ne and feeble, that Gerald's support on the other side was welcome. Mrs. Grinstead followed to take Gertrude to her room and find her children's photographs.

The two young people began to smile as soon as they were left alone.

"Did you ever see Bexley?" asked Anna.

"Yes--an awful hole," and both indulged in a merry laugh.

"My mother mentions it with pious horror," said Anna.

"Life is much more interesting when it is from hand to mouth," said Gerald, with a yawn. "If I went in for sentiment, which I don't, it would be for Fiddler's Ranch; though it is now a great city called Violinia, with everything like everything else everywhere."

"Not Uncle Lance."

"Certainly not. For a man with that splendid talent to bury it behind a counter, mitigated by a common church organ, is as remarkable as absurd; though he seems to thrive on it. It is a treat to see such innocent rapture, all genuine too!"

"You worn-out old man!" laughed Anna. "Aunt Cherry has always said that self-abnegation is the secret of Uncle Lance's charm."

"All very well in that generation--ces bons jours quand nous etions si miserables," said Gerald, in his low, maundering voice. "Prosperity means the lack of object."

"Does it?"

"In these days when everything is used up."

"Not to those two--"

"Happy folk, never to lose the sense of achievement!"