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"Oh, I see," said Percy; "you would much rather I kept
upstairs out of the way of everything."
Poor and untaught though they were, they were not ill-
mannered. The honest Cornish race of which they came,
though blunt in speech, and rough in deed, has a certain
innate refinement of its own. Mr. Hollys was charmed with
the behaviour of Beryl's guests.
"It was all Master Percy's planning," said Mr. Hollys; "you
must thank him for the illuminations."
Beryl felt as if she could not thank him properly. How much
he had contributed to the enjoyment of her guests! And she
had actually wished him away, thinking that he would spoil
everything! What a change had come over her feelings
towards Percy within the last few days!
CHAPTER XXI
A TALK UNDER THE WALNUT TREE
IT was the Sunday afternoon following that eventful Friday.
The day was fair and bright, one of those last sweet days of
summer, in which we rejoice with trembling, knowing that
soon rough winds and sweeping rains will spoil the beauty
of leaves and flowers, and the year's brightest hours be
spent.
"No, papa, but she has been telling us about her father, who
was very good," said Beryl softly.
"Well, it has struck me," said Miss Burton, "that the empty
barn behind the house would make a capital schoolroom, if
it were furnished with a few rough benches."
"Yes, you may put it in that way," said Hettie laughing; "I
fancied the barn could be well spared. Indeed, I do not
know why the building is called the barn, for nothing seems
ever to be stored there."
"So it is," acquiesced her father; "a very good idea, as all
Miss Burton's ideas seem to be. Let us go and have a look
at the barn, and see what can be made of it. I shall have to
give my consent, I suppose."
So they all moved off in the direction of the barn, with the
exception of Percy, who was left helpless on his couch. He
remained alone for some time, greatly to his dissatisfaction,
for solitude was very irksome to him now. After awhile,
however, Beryl remembered him, and came with radiant
face to tell him all that had been arranged.
"Yes; we shall teach the little ones," said Beryl, with proud
dignity; "Miss Burton will need our help."
"Then you will be 'workers for the kingdom,' I suppose?"
remarked Percy, looking at her with a quizzical expression,
as he quoted the expression he had heard her use.
"I wish you would tell me what you mean by 'the kingdom,'
Beryl," said Percy.
Beryl looked down, and fidgeted with her slipper before she
spoke again.
"But now you have not told me what it is," urged Percy.
"If you pray about it, you must know what it is, I should
think," said Beryl.
CHAPTER XXII
MORE WORK FOR THE KINGDOM
He and Beryl parted the best of friends. The child was not
glad now at the thought of losing Percy's company. She
regretted his departure keenly. Her face broke into a smile,
however, when Percy, as he said good-bye, whispered to her
that he would get his mother to insist upon Mr. Hollys
bringing her with him, when he came to London in the
spring. That was a charming idea to her, for Beryl had no
longer the least fear that Percy's teasing ways would spoil
the enjoyment of her holiday.
Beryl could not feel that this statement was quite true; but
she earnestly hoped that she might get her own way with
respect to the visit to London.
She had certainly had things much her own way of late. She
had never dreamed of anything so good as the manner in
which her wish to have a Sunday school was now realised.
On the Sunday following Percy's departure, the first classes
were held. A good number of children obeyed the invitation
to come, and their bright happy faces and orderly
demeanour showed that they appreciated the arrangements
which had been made for their reception.
She and Coral were soon at work covering the books in neat
brown paper covers, and when they were duly numbered
and placed on the shelves in the new schoolroom, with
some of the children's own books added to them, they
made a good foundation for a school library.
After this, the weeks passed very happily and swiftly for the
children at Egloshayle House. With their own lessons to do,
and their Sunday scholars to care for, they had no lack of
occupation.
The winter season was always a trying time for the poor
Cornish fishermen.
It was often at the risk of their lives that they went out to
catch the fish, whose sale brought them but small profit.
This year there was even more distress than usual amongst
the Egloshayle villagers.
It was well for them that Mr. Hollys was at home at the
time. No story of want which reached his ears failed to stir
his compassion. He made Miss Burton his almoner for the
needs of his poor neighbours, and she distributed his
generous gifts with kindness and discretion. She had
become well known to the villagers.
It was therefore easy to find out the true state of the poor
people's affairs, and how they might best be relieved.
"What are you doing with those things, Miss Burton?" asked
Beryl curiously.
"Don't you know? Have you never read in the Bible about
Dorcas, and what she did?"
"I know," put in Coral eagerly. "Dorcas was the woman who
made clothes for the poor, and Peter brought her to life
after she was dead. And they showed him all the coats and
garments which she had made."
"Yes, you are right," said Miss Burton, smiling at the child's
hurried explanation. "I am glad you remembered about her,
Coral. A Dorcas meeting is called by her name, because it is
a gathering at which clothes are made for the poor. I want
you and Beryl to be little Dorcases, and make garments for
the poor children. I was quite distressed yesterday to see
how bare of clothing some of them are obliged to go this
bitter weather. Now, some of these cast-off things of yours
will cut up nicely for smaller children, and others with a
little mending will do as they are. We must have a working
meeting once or twice a week, and see how much we can
do."
"Oh, that will be nice," cried Coral. "I shall like that, shan't
you, Beryl?"
Beryl did not at once reply. She was feeling vexed that Coral
should have known about Dorcas when she did not.
Moreover, Miss Burton's proposal did not seem a delightful
one to her. She was not, like Coral, fond of needlework.
Coral could sew pretty well for a little girl of her age, and
would amuse herself for a long time with a needle and
cotton making doll's clothes, which were often of a very
queer cut. But if Beryl undertook any work of the kind, she
soon threw it down in disgust. She disliked sewing, and had
not sufficient patience to overcome its difficulties. When she
worked, her needle was sure to break, or her thread to get
into a knot, and her task was never finished unless Miss
Burton insisted upon its completion—an exercise of
authority fatal to Beryl's good temper.
"Can't Lucy make the clothes?" she asked sulkily. "I hate
sewing."
"I dare say Lucy will give us a little help," said Miss Burton;
"but she has almost as much work as she can manage to do
for you and Coral. I don't think you will dislike sewing so
much, when you have learned to use your needle more
skilfully."
"I like them to have the clothes, of course," said Beryl; "but
I don't want the trouble of making them."
"So, Beryl," said Miss Burton softly, "you are not willing to
do any sort of work for the kingdom?"
"It is the King who gives us our work, Beryl," said Miss
Burton, "the little duties as well as the great ones. Don't
you think that it is His will that you should learn to sew
properly? Don't you think that in our sewing meetings, as
well as in our Sunday school, we may be workers for the
kingdom?"
Miss Burton did not give the children too difficult tasks. She
did all the awkward bits herself. There was always some
pleasant story in hand, which they read by turns, so that
the children learned to look forward to the afternoons on
which they held their Dorcas meeting; and as Beryl grew
more expert in the use of her needle, she liked sewing
better, and took a pride in the neat little garments which
she helped to make.
CHAPTER XXIII
IN LONDON
CHRISTMAS, with all its joys, its gifts from Santa Claus, its
festivities and charities, had come and gone, and spring no
longer seemed a distant prospect, when to Beryl's delight,
there arrived the invitation from Mrs. Everard for which she
had been longing ever since Percy spoke of it.
That lady wrote to beg Mr. Hollys to bring the two children
with him when he came to town, and leave them in her
charge for at least a month. She promised to take the
greatest care of them, and to give them all kinds of novel
pleasures, which, as country children, they would be sure to
enjoy. She added that Mr. Hollys need have no fear that
their presence in her home would cause any trouble, since
her eldest daughter, the widow of an Indian officer, had
lately returned to live with her, and she doated on children,
and, having none of her own, would find the greatest
pleasure in caring for the two little girls as long as they
were her mother's guests.