“But there is Susan gone to lay the cloth; and you must be brushed; for you are all over dust. Come up, and I will brush you.”
Hugh was determined to have a little more dust first. He rolled once more the whole length of the leads, turned over Jane’s stool, and upset her work-basket, so that her thimble bounded off to a far corner, and the shirt-collar she was stitching fell over into the water-butt.
“There! What will Jane say?” cried Agnes, picking up the basket, and peeping over into the small part of the top of the water-butt which was not covered.
“There never was anything like boys for mischief,” said the maid Susan, who now appeared to pull Hugh in, and make him neat. Susan always found time, between laying the cloth and bringing up dinner, to smooth Hugh’s hair, and give a particular lock a particular turn on his forehead with a wet comb.
“Let that alone,” said Hugh, as Agnes peeped into the butt after the drowning collar. “I will have the top off this afternoon, and it will make good fishing for Harry and me.”
Agnes had to let the matter alone; for Hugh was so dusty that she had to brush one side of him while Susan did the other. Susan gave him some hard knocks while she assured him that he was not going to have Harry up on the leads to learn his tricks, or to be drowned. She hardly knew which of the two would be the worst for Harry. It was lucky for Hugh that Susan was wanted below directly, for she scolded him the whole time she was parting and smoothing his hair. When it was done, however, and the wet lock on his forehead took the right turn at once, she gave him a kiss in the very middle of it, and said she knew he would be a good boy before the gentleman from the country.
Hugh would not go in with Agnes, because he knew Mr Tooke would shake hands with her, and take notice of anyone who was with her. He waited in the passage till Susan carried in the fish, when he entered behind her, and slipped to the window till the party took their seats, when he hoped Mr Tooke would not observe who sat between Agnes and his father. But the very first thing his father did was to pull his head back by the hair behind, and ask him whether he had persuaded Mr Tooke to tell him all about the Crofton boys.
Hugh did not wish to make any answer; but his father said “Eh?” and he thought he must speak; so he said that Phil had told him all he wanted to know about the Crofton boys.
“Then you can get Mr Tooke to tell you about Phil, if you want nothing else,” said Mr Proctor.
Mr Tooke nodded and smiled; but Hugh began to hand plates with all his might, he was so afraid that the next thing would be a question how much four times seven was.