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04 - The New Hilda · Queen Hildegarde

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  Speaker 1: Chapter four of Queen Hildegarde by Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by
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  Speaker 1: Cassie Davidson. The New Hilda. The morning came laughing into
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  Speaker 1: Hilda's room and woke her with such a flash of
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  Speaker 1: sunshine and trill of bird song that she sprang up smiling.
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  Speaker 1: Whether she would or no, indeed, she felt happier than
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  Speaker 1: she could have believed to be possible. The anger, the despair,
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  Speaker 1: even the self humiliation and anguish of repentance were gone
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  Speaker 1: with the night. Morning was here a new day and
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  Speaker 1: a new life. Here is the new Hildegarde, she cried,
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  Speaker 1: as she plunged her face into the clear, sparkling water.
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  Speaker 1: Do you see me, blue dragons? Shake paws, you foolish creatures,
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  Speaker 1: and don't stand ramping and glaring at each other in
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  Speaker 1: that way. Here is a new girl come to see you.
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  Speaker 1: The old one was anix. Do you hear dragons? The
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  Speaker 1: dragons heard, but were too polite to say anything. And
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  Speaker 1: as for not ramping, why they they had ramped and
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  Speaker 1: glared for fifty years and had no idea of making
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  Speaker 1: a change at their time of life. The gilt cherubs
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  Speaker 1: round the little mirror were more amiable, and smiled cheerfully
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  Speaker 1: at Hilda as she brushed and braided her hair and
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  Speaker 1: put on the pretty blue Gingham frog. We have no
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  Speaker 1: clothes ourselves, they seemed to say, but we appreciate good
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  Speaker 1: ones when we see them. Indeed, the frock fitted to perfection.
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  Speaker 1: And after all, said the new Hilda, as she twirled
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  Speaker 1: round in front of the glass, what is the use
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  Speaker 1: of an over skirt? After which, astounding utterance, this young
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  Speaker 1: person proceeded to do something still more singular. After a
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  Speaker 1: moment's hesitation, she drew out one of the white aprons,
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  Speaker 1: which she had scornfully laid in the very lowest drawer
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  Speaker 1: only twelve hours before, tied it round her slender waist,
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  Speaker 1: and then, with an entirely satisfied little nod at the mirror,
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  Speaker 1: she tripped lightly downstairs and into the kitchen. Dame Hartley
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  Speaker 1: was washing dishes at the farther end of the room
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  Speaker 1: in her neat little cedar dish tub with her neat
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  Speaker 1: little mom and she merely dropped the blue and white
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  Speaker 1: platter from her hands when she heard Hilda's cheerful good morning.
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  Speaker 1: Nurse Lucy, and turning saw the girl smiling like a
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  Speaker 1: vision of mourning. My dear, she cried, sure, I thought
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  Speaker 1: you were fast asleep. Still, I was going to wake
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  Speaker 1: you as soon as I had done my dishes. And
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  Speaker 1: did you sleep well you first night at Hartley's Glen. Oh? Yes,
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  Speaker 1: I slept very sound, indeed, said Hilda lightly, And then,
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  Speaker 1: coming close up to Dame Hartley, she said, in an
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  Speaker 1: altered tone and with heightened color, Nurse Lucy, I did
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  Speaker 1: not behave well last night, and I want to tell
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  Speaker 1: you that I am sorry. I am not like Mamma,
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  Speaker 1: but I want to grow a little like her if
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  Speaker 1: I can, and you must help me. Please. Her voice faltered,
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  Speaker 1: and good Nurse Lucy, laying down her mop, took the
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  Speaker 1: slender figure in her motherly arms, from which it did
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  Speaker 1: not now shrink away. My lamb, she said, Miss Mildred's
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  Speaker 1: own dear child. You look like her, your blessed mother.
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  Speaker 1: This man in it than I ever thought you would
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  Speaker 1: help you, that I will with all my heart, though
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  Speaker 1: I doubt if you need much help coming to yourself
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  Speaker 1: so soon as this well well coming to herself. It
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  Speaker 1: was the same phrase the good Dame had used the
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  Speaker 1: night before, and it struck Hilta's mind with renewed force. Yes,
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  Speaker 1: she had come to herself, her new self, which was
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  Speaker 1: to be so different from the old. How strange it
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  Speaker 1: all was. What should she do now? To prove the
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  Speaker 1: new Hilda and try her strength? Something must be done
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  Speaker 1: at once. The time for folded hands and listless reverie
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  Speaker 1: was gone. By. Shall I may I help you to
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  Speaker 1: get breakfast? She asked aloud, rather timidly. Breakfast, bless ya, honey,
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  Speaker 1: we had breakfast two hours ago. We farmers are early birds,
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  Speaker 1: you know. But you can lay a plate and nappin
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  Speaker 1: for yourself if you like, while I drop a couple
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  Speaker 1: of fresh eggs and toast a bit of bacon for you.
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  Speaker 1: Do you like bacon? Then, Rather disappointed at the failure
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  Speaker 1: of her first attempt to be useful, Hilda laid the
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  Speaker 1: snowy napkin on the shining table and chose a pretty
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  Speaker 1: blue and white plate from the well stocked shelves of
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  Speaker 1: the dresser. And now open that cupboard, my lamb, said
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  Speaker 1: her hostess, and you'll find a loaf and a piece
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  Speaker 1: of honeycomb and some raspberries. I'll bring a pat of
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  Speaker 1: butter and some milk from the dairy where it's all
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  Speaker 1: cool for you. Raspberries, cried Hilda. Oh, how delightful. Why
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  Speaker 1: the dew is still on thember's lucy, and how pretty
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  Speaker 1: they look with the cool green lace round them, Aye,
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  Speaker 1: said the good woman. Jacob brought them in not ten
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  Speaker 1: minutes ago. He thought you would like them fresh from
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  Speaker 1: the bushes. Hilda's cheek rivaled the raspberries in bloom as
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  Speaker 1: she bent over them to inhale their fragrance. The farmer
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  Speaker 1: had picked these himself for her, had probably left his
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  Speaker 1: work to do so, and she had caught him an
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  Speaker 1: odious old savage and an unkempt monster, and oh, dear, decidedly,
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  Speaker 1: the old Hilda was a very disagreeable girl. But here
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  Speaker 1: were the eggs, each blushing behind its veil of white,
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  Speaker 1: and here was the milk, and a little firm nugget
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  Speaker 1: in a green leaf, which was too beautiful to be buttered,
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  Speaker 1: and yet too good to be anything else. And the
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  Speaker 1: new Hilda might eat her breakfast with a thankful heart.
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  Speaker 1: Anne did so. The white rose nodded to her from
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  Speaker 1: the west window, much more cordially than it had done
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  Speaker 1: the night before. It even brought out a little new
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  Speaker 1: bud to take a peep at the girl, who now
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  Speaker 1: smiled instead of scowling. Across the room, the vines rustled
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  Speaker 1: and shook, and two bright black eyes peeped between the leaves. Tweet,
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  Speaker 1: said the robin, ruffling his scarlet waistcoat a little. When
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  Speaker 1: you have quite finished your worms, you may come out
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  Speaker 1: and I will show you the garden. There are cherries,
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  Speaker 1: and away he flew, while Hilda laughed and clapped her hands,
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  Speaker 1: for she had understood every word. May I go out
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  Speaker 1: into the garden, she asked, when she had finished her
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  Speaker 1: breakfast and taken her first lesson in dishwashing, in spite
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  Speaker 1: of Dame Hartley's protest, And isn't there something I can
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  Speaker 1: do there? Please? I want to work. I don't want
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  Speaker 1: to be idle any longer. Well, honey, replied the dame.
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  Speaker 1: There are currants to pick if you like such work
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  Speaker 1: as that. I'm going to make jelly tomorrow, and if
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  Speaker 1: you like to begin the picking, I will come and
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  Speaker 1: help you when my bread is out of the oven. Gladly,
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  Speaker 1: Hilda flew up to her room for the broad leaved
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  Speaker 1: hat with the daisy wreath, and then taking the wide,
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  Speaker 1: shallow basket which Dame hartly handed her. She fairly danced
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  Speaker 1: out of the door, over the bit of green, and
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  Speaker 1: into the garden. Ah, the sweet heartsome country garden that
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  Speaker 1: this was the very thought of. It is a rest
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  Speaker 1: and a pleasure. Straight down the middle ran a little
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  Speaker 1: gravel path, with a border of fragrant clove pinks on
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  Speaker 1: either side, planted so close together that one saw only
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  Speaker 1: the masses of pale pink blossoms resting on their bed
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  Speaker 1: of slender silvery leaves. And over the border, oh, the
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  Speaker 1: wealth of flowers, the blaze of crimson and purple and gold,
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  Speaker 1: the bells that swung, the spires that sprang heavenward, the
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  Speaker 1: clusters that nodded and whispered together in the morning breeze.
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  Speaker 1: Here were ranks upon ranks of silver lilies, drawn up
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  Speaker 1: in military fashion, and marshaled by clumps of splendid tiger lilies,
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  Speaker 1: the drum majors of the flower garden. Here were roses
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  Speaker 1: of every sort, blushing and paling, glowing in gold and
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  Speaker 1: mantling and crimson, And the carnations showed their delicate fringes,
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  Speaker 1: and the geraniums blazed, and the heliotrope languished, and the
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  Speaker 1: Puritan pansies lifted their sweet faces and looked gravely about,
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  Speaker 1: as if reproving the other flowers for their frivolity, while
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  Speaker 1: shy Mignonette, thinking herself well hidden behind her green leaves,
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  Speaker 1: still made her presence known by the exquisite perfume, which
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  Speaker 1: all her gay sisters would have been glad to borrow.
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  Speaker 1: Over All went the sunbeams, rollicking and playing, and through
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  Speaker 1: all went hilde Guard, her heart filled with a new delight,
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  Speaker 1: feeling as if she had never lived before. She talked
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  Speaker 1: to the flowers. She bent and kissed the damask rose,
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  Speaker 1: which was too beautiful to pluck. She put her cheek
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  Speaker 1: against the lily's satin silver petals, and started when an
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  Speaker 1: angry bee flew out and buzzed against her nose. But
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  Speaker 1: where were the currant bushes? Oh? There they were, a
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  Speaker 1: row of stout green bushes forming a hedge at the
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  Speaker 1: bottom of the garden. Hilda fell busily to work filling
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  Speaker 1: her basket with the fine ruddy clusters. How beautiful they are,
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  Speaker 1: she thought, holding up a bunch so that the sunlight
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  Speaker 1: shone through it. And these pale, pinky golden ones which
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  Speaker 1: show all the delicate veins inside. Really, I must eat
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  Speaker 1: this fat bunch hair like fairy grapes. The butler fake
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  Speaker 1: comes and picks a cluster every evening and carries it
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  Speaker 1: on a lily leaf platter to the Queen as she
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  Speaker 1: sits stepping on honeycakes and dew under the damask rose brush.
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  Speaker 1: While fingers and fancy were thus busily employed, Hilda was
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  Speaker 1: startled by the sound of a voice which seemed to
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  Speaker 1: come from beyond the currant bushes very near her. She
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  Speaker 1: stood quite still and listened. A g ag, said the voice.
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  Speaker 1: She l O m glom a glom e r er
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  Speaker 1: a glomer a t e eight anglomerate. There was a pause,
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  Speaker 1: and then it began again, a g ag g l
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  Speaker 1: o m glom et cetera. Hilda's curiosity was now thoroughly aroused,
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  Speaker 1: and laying down her basket, she cautiously parted the leaves
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  Speaker 1: and peeped through. She hardly knew what she expected to see.
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  Speaker 1: What she did see was a boy about ten years
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  Speaker 1: old in a flannel shirt and a pair of ragged breeches,
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  Speaker 1: busily weeding a row of carrots. For this was the
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  Speaker 1: vegetable garden, which lay behind the currant bushes. On one
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  Speaker 1: side of the boy was a huge heap of weeds.
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  Speaker 1: On the other lay a tattered book at which he
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  Speaker 1: glanced from time to time, though without leaving his work.
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  Speaker 1: A n and he was now saying Ti ti and
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  Speaker 1: ti cip sip and to sip ate eight and to
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  Speaker 1: sipate to expect. Well, that is a good one. Why
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  Speaker 1: can't they say expect instead of breaking their jaws and
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  Speaker 1: with a word like that, And to sipate, well, I
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  Speaker 1: swamp I hope he enjoyed eating it, should think that
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  Speaker 1: it had give him the disc bepsy. Anyhow, At this
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  Speaker 1: Hilda could contain herself no longer but burst into a
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  Speaker 1: merry peal of laughter, and as the boy started up
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  Speaker 1: with staring eyes and open mouth, she pushed the bushes
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  Speaker 1: aside and came towards him. I am sorry, I laughed,
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  Speaker 1: she said. Not unkindly, you said that so funnily. I
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  Speaker 1: couldn't help it. You did not pronounce the word quite
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  Speaker 1: right either. It is anticipate, not anticipate. The boy looked
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  Speaker 1: half bewildered and half grateful. Anticipate he repeated, slowly, thank you,
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  Speaker 1: miss it's unreasonable sort o word appears to me, and
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  Speaker 1: he bent over his carrots again. But Hilda did not
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  Speaker 1: return to her current picking. She was interested in this freckled,
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  Speaker 1: tow headed boy wrestling with four syllabled words while he worked.
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  Speaker 1: Why do you study your lessons out here, she asked,
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  Speaker 1: sitting down on a convenient stump and refreshing herself with
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  Speaker 1: another bunch of white currants. Couldn't you learn it better indoors, dunno,
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  Speaker 1: replied the boy. Ain't got no time to stay indoors.
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  Speaker 1: You might learn it in the evening, suggested Hilda. I
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  Speaker 1: can't keep awake evenin's, said the boy. Simply have to
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  Speaker 1: be up at four o'clock to let the cows out,
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  Speaker 1: and I get sleepy come night. I like it here too,
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  Speaker 1: he added, I can learn em easier. Weedin taken ten
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  Speaker 1: weeds to a word, ten weeds to a word, repeated Hilda.
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  Speaker 1: I don't understand you, why, said the boy, looking up
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  Speaker 1: at her with wide open blue eyes. I take a
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  Speaker 1: good stiff word. I like em stiff, like that an
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  Speaker 1: anticipate feller, and I says it over and over while
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  Speaker 1: I pull up ten weeds, big weeds of course, pulsy
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  Speaker 1: and sich. I don't count schick weed. By the time
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  Speaker 1: the weeds is up, I know the word. I've learned
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  Speaker 1: fifteen this spell. And he glanced proudly at his tattered
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  Speaker 1: spelling book as he tugged away at a mammoth root
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  Speaker 1: of pulsy, which stretched its ugly sprawling length, the fleshy
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  Speaker 1: arms on every side. Hilda watched him for some moments,
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  Speaker 1: many new thoughts revolving in her head. How many country
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  Speaker 1: boys were there who taught themselves in this way? How
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  Speaker 1: many among the clever girls at Mademoiselle Houghton's school had
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  Speaker 1: this sort of ambition to learn? Of pride in learning?
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  Speaker 1: Had she the best scholar in her class? Had it?
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  Speaker 1: She had always known her lessons because they were easy
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  Speaker 1: for her to learn, Because she had a quick eye
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  Speaker 1: and ear and a good memory. She could not help learning.
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  Speaker 1: Mademoiselle said, But this, this was something different. What is
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  Speaker 1: your name? She asked, with a new interest. Bubble Chirk, replied,
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  Speaker 1: the freckled boy, with one eye on his book and
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  Speaker 1: the other measuring a tall spire of pigweed towards which
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  Speaker 1: he stretched his hand. What cried Hilda in amazement, Bubble,
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  Speaker 1: Chirk said the boy kind of cur's name, ain't it?
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  Speaker 1: The whole of it is zerube bel Chirk. But most
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  Speaker 1: folks ain't got time to say all that. It trips
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  Speaker 1: you up to sorta Bubble's what they call me, unless
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  Speaker 1: it's bub The contrast between the boy's earnest and rather
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  Speaker 1: pathetic face and his absurdly volatile name was almost too
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  Speaker 1: much for Hilda's gravity, but she checked the laugh which
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  Speaker 1: rose to her lips, and asked, don't you go to
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  Speaker 1: school at all? Bubble? It is a pity that you
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  Speaker 1: shouldn't when you are so fond of study. Gently go
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  Speaker 1: for a spell in the winter, replied Bubble. They ain't
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  Speaker 1: no school in summer. You know, boys has to work
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  Speaker 1: round here. Mammy ain't got nobody but me an pink
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  Speaker 1: since father died. Who is pink, asked Hilda gently. My
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  Speaker 1: sister replied Bubble, That ain't her real name. Another mum
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  Speaker 1: had her christened pink Rosia along o her beIN so
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  Speaker 1: fond of roses, ma'am was, But we don't call her nothin,
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  Speaker 1: only pink. Pink Chirk, repeated Hilda to herself. What a name?
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  Speaker 1: What can a girl be? Like who is called pink Chirk.
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  Speaker 1: But now Bubble seemed to think that it was his
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  Speaker 1: turn to ask questions. I reckon, you're the gal that's
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  Speaker 1: come to stay at mister Hartley's, he said, in an
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  Speaker 1: interrogative tone. Hilda's brow darkened for a moment at the
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  Speaker 1: word gal, which came with innocent frankness from the lips
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  Speaker 1: of the ragged urchin before her. But the next moment
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  Speaker 1: she remembered that it was only the old Hilda who
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  Speaker 1: cared about such trifles, so she answered pleasantly enough, yes,
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  Speaker 1: I am staying at mister Hartley's. I only came yesterday,
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  Speaker 1: but I am to stay some time. And what mought
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  Speaker 1: your name be? Inquired, Master Chirk, Hilda, Guardess Graham. It
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  Speaker 1: was gently said, in a very different voice from that
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  Speaker 1: which had answered Farmer Hartley in the same words the
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  Speaker 1: night before, But it made a startling impression on Bubble
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  Speaker 1: Chirk Lda he began, and then giving it up, he
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  Speaker 1: said simply, well, I swam, do you carry all that
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  Speaker 1: round with you all the time? Hilda laughed outright at this.
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  Speaker 1: Oh no, she said, I am called Hilda generally, but
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  Speaker 1: you can spell the whole of it asked the boy anxiously. Yes, certainly,
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  Speaker 1: Bubble's eager look subsided into one of mingled awe and admiration. Reckon,
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  Speaker 1: he must know what heat, he said, rather wistfully, wished
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  Speaker 1: I did. Helda looked at him for a moment without speaking.
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  Speaker 1: Her old self was whispering to her, take care what
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  Speaker 1: you do, it said. This is a coarse, common, dirty boy.
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  Speaker 1: He smells of the stable, His hair is full of hay.
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  Speaker 1: His hands are beyond description. What have you in common
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  Speaker 1: with such a creature? He is not even the sense
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  Speaker 1: to know that he is your inferior. I don't care,
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  Speaker 1: said the new Hilda. I know what Mamma would do
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  Speaker 1: if she were here, and I shall do it, or
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  Speaker 1: try to do it, at least. Hold your tongue, supercilious meats, Bubble,
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  Speaker 1: she said aloud, Would you like me to teach you
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  Speaker 1: a little while I am here? I think perhaps I
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  Speaker 1: could help you with your lessons. The boy looked up
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  Speaker 1: with a sudden flash in his blue eyes, while his
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  Speaker 1: face grew crimson with pleasure. I like it, he cried eagerly.
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  Speaker 1: But the next moment the glow faded, and he looked
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  Speaker 1: awkwardly down at his ragged book and still more ragged clothes. Yess,
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  Speaker 1: I ain't no time to learn that way, he muttered
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  Speaker 1: in confusion. Nonsense, said Hilda decidedly. There must be some
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  Speaker 1: hour in the day when you can be spared. I
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  Speaker 1: shall speak to Farmer Hartly about it. Don't look at
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  Speaker 1: your clothes, you foolish boy, she continued, with a touch
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  Speaker 1: of Queen Hildegardis's quality, yet with a kindly intonation which
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  Speaker 1: was new to that potonite. I am not going to
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  Speaker 1: teach your clothes. You are not your clothes, cried her majesty,
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  Speaker 1: wondering at herself and a little flushed with her recent
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  Speaker 1: victory over the meats. The boy's face brightened again. That's so,
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  Speaker 1: he said, joyously, That's what Pink says. But I didn't
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  Speaker 1: suppose you'd think so, he added, glancing bashfully at the
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  Speaker 1: delicate high bred face with its flashing eyes and imperial air.
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  Speaker 1: I do think so, said Hilda. So that is settled,
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  Speaker 1: and we will have our first lesson tomorrow. What would you, Hilda, Hilda,
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  Speaker 1: where are you dear? Called Dame Hartley's voice from the
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  Speaker 1: other side of the currant bush hedge, and catching up
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  Speaker 1: her basket and bidding a hasty good bye to her
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  Speaker 1: new acquaintance and future scholar, Hildegard, darted back through the bushes.
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  Speaker 1: Sir rubabel Chirk looked after her a few moments with
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  Speaker 1: kindling eyes and open mouth of wonder and admiration. Wal
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  Speaker 1: he said, finally, after a pause of silent meditation, I swan,
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  Speaker 1: I really do. I swan a man, and fell to
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  Speaker 1: weeding again, as if his life depended on it. End
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  Speaker 1: of Chapter four