Her frankness made timid little Mrs. Locke smile as she had not been able to do since she had known of Robin’s accident, and smiling was good for her. Indeed, the whole atmosphere of this simple, comfortable home was good for her, and the high spirits of these three young people delightful to her care-burdened heart.
For, presently, it was the three—not least of these her idol, her Robin! Dorothy had followed the Dame into the boy’s room and Winifred had promptly followed her; and because he was the sunny-hearted lad which the farmer had claimed him to be, he put all thought of his own pain or trouble out of mind, and laughed with the two girls at their awkward attempts at feeding him from the tray on the stand beside the bed. Having to lie flat upon his back he could still use one arm and could have fed himself fairly well. But this his visitors would not allow; and he was obliged to submit when Winifred, playfully struggling with Dolly for “My time now!” thrust a spoon into his ear instead of his mouth.
The truth was that under the girl’s assumed indifference to the fact that she was breaking rules by “visiting without permission” lay a feeling of guilt. “Double guilt” she knew, because she had imposed upon Dorothy’s ignorance by stating that during “exercise hour” any long resident pupil was free to go where she chose. This was true, but only in a measure. What was not true was that so distant a point as John Gilpin’s cottage should be chosen, much less entered without permission.
But curiosity had been too strong for her and she had resented, on Dorothy’s account, the refusal of Dr. Winston’s invitation in the morning. Besides, she argued with her own conscience:
“We’re excused from school supper and free to entertain each other in my room till chapel. What difference does it make, and who will know? To-morrow, I’ll go and ’fess to Miss Muriel and if she is displeased I’ll take my punishment, whatever it is, without a word. Anyhow, Dolly can’t be punished for what she doesn’t know is wrong.”
So, feeling that she “was in for it, anyway” Winifred’s mood grew reckless and she “let herself go” to a positive hilarity.
Dorothy watched and listened in surprise but soon caught her schoolmate’s spirit, and jested and laughed as merrily as she. Even Robin tried to match their funny remarks with odd stories of his own and after a little time, when he had eaten as much as they could make him, began to sing a long rigmarole, of innumerable verses, that began with the same words and ended midway each verse, only to resume. It was all something about the king and the queen and the “hull r’yal famblely” which Dorothy promptly capped with an improved version of Yankee Doodle.
Whereupon, the absurd jumble and discord of the two contrasting tunes proved too much for old John’s gravity. Springing up from his chair in the outer room he seized his fiddle from its shelf and scraped away on a tune of his own. For his fiddle was his great delight and his one resort at times when his wife silenced his voluble tongue.
The old fiddle was sadly out of tune and Dorothy couldn’t endure that. Running to him she begged him:
“Oh! do stop that, please, please! Here, let me take and get it into shape. You make me cringe, you squawk so!”