“Well now,” said Mrs Pinhorn, “I will say Lilac looks as peart and neat as a little bit of waxworks.”
“She wants colour, to my thinking,” said Mrs Greenways, to whom this was addressed.
The Greenways stood a little aloof from the general crowd, dressed with great elegance. Bella rather looked down on the whole affair. “It’s so mixed,” she said; “but we have to go, because Papa don’t wish to offend Mr Leigh.”
“I call that a real pretty sight,” said Joshua Snell, turning to his neighbour, who happened to be Peter Greenways. “They’ve dressed her up very fitting in all them lilac blooms. But wherever did they get such a sight of ’em?”
Peter had been forced into a shiny black suit of clothes, a stiff collar, and a bright blue necktie, that he might not disgrace the stylish appearance of his mother and sisters. In this attire he felt even less at his ease than usual, and his arms hung before him as helplessly as those of a stuffed figure. Perhaps it was owing to this state of discomfort that he made no other answer to Joshua’s remark than a nervous grin.
“I don’t see the Widder White anywheres,” continued Joshua, looking round; “but there’s such a throng one can’t tell who’s who.”
Lilac, too, had been looking in vain for her mother amongst the groups of people she had passed through, and as she took her seat on the hawthorn-covered throne she gazed wistfully to right and left. No, Mother was not there. Plenty of well-known faces, but not the one she wanted most to see.
“She promised to be in time,” she said to herself, “and now she’ll miss the crowning.” It was a dreadful pity, for Lilac could only be Queen once in her life, and it seemed to take away the best part of the pleasure for Mother not to be there. She had been looking forward to it for so long. What could have kept her away? The Queen’s eyes filled with tears of disappointment, and through them the form of Peter Greenways seemed to loom unnaturally large, his face redder than ever above his blue neckcloth, his mouth and eyes wide open. Lilac checked her tears and remembered her exalted position. She must not cry now; but directly the crowning and the dance were over she resolved to search for her mother, and if she were not there to go home and see what had prevented her coming.
This determination enabled her to bear her honours with becoming dignity, and to put aside her private anxiety for the time like other royal personages. She danced round the maypole with her court, and led the May-Day song as gaily as if her pleasure had been quite perfect. But it was not; for all the while she was wondering what could possibly have become of her mother.
At last, her public duties over, the Queen found herself at liberty. The crowd had dispersed now, and was broken up into little knots of people chatting together and waiting for the next excitement—tea-time.