Me and Nobbles | Page 2

toy watering-can,
and as she was going downstairs to dinner, and was passing a broad
staircase window, she noticed upon its broad ledge a little bunch of
daisies. She looked at them and took them up in her hand. She fancied,
as she noted the droop of their stalks, that she could see the impress
still upon them of a hot, childish grasp, and as she mused, she distinctly
heard a childish chuckle of laughter not far away.
'Is your house haunted?' she asked Miss Egerton at dinner.
'Indeed it is not. Why do you ask?'
'There is no child in the house is there?'
'Yes,' replied Miss Egerton, 'there is Vera's child.'
The visitor could not suppress her astonishment, and Mrs. Egerton,
noting it, said with extra severity: 'I like children to be kept in their
proper place. He has a good nurse, who looks after him entirely. And I

am thankful to say that the nurseries are at the top of the house, so we
are not being continually reminded of his presence.'
'He must be a very quiet child.'
There was no response. When Miss Egerton was alone with her friend
she gave her a little more information.
'When Vera went abroad with her husband her child was only a few
months old, and very delicate, so she was advised to leave him behind.
She sent him here at once, without first asking mother's permission to
do so, and mother did not like it. We do not care for children; but he is
no trouble. Mother visits the nurseries every morning and sees to his
comfort and health. When poor Vera died she determined to keep him
for good and all. His father never writes to us, or shows the slightest
interest in his child. We don't know in which quarter of the globe he is.
Of course a child in a house is rather a nuisance, but in another year or
two mother means to send him to a boarding-school.
'A child in the house.'
The words rang through the visitor's heart and brain. She began to
listen for the faint tokens of the little one's presence. She meditated a
raid upon the nursery, and a sally forth from it with the child into the
old garden below, where she and he would enjoy laughter and play
together. But a telegram called her suddenly away, and the quiet of the
house and garden remained undisturbed.
The footsteps still pattered at intervals; the hushed little voice and
gurgles of innocent laughter still echoed from distant corners. For the
child in the house was not a ghost, and his life is the one of which I am
about to tell you.
Chapter I.
'MASTER MORTIMER.'
He was known by the name of 'the Child' by his relations, but his nurse

called him Master Bobby. He would say if he were asked himself:
'My name is Robert Stuart Allonby.' And he would raise a pair of
wonderful brown eyes as he spoke, in anxious doubt as to whether his
name would be liked.
Bobby showed a good deal of anxiety about different things. His
favourite sentence was always, 'I wonder, Nurse ----' and very often,
noting the impatient frown on his nurse's face, he would stop there, and
turn away to his favourite corner in the window-seat, which he shared
with 'Nobbles,' the comfort of his life.
Bobby was a very small boy, but a big thinker, and he would have liked
to be a big talker, but grown-up people were not interested in what he
had to say. So he talked in a rapid undertone to 'Nobbles,' who always
understood, and who smiled perpetually into the earnest little face of
his master. 'Nobbles' had been given to him a very long time ago by a
sailor-brother of Nurse's, who came to tea at certain periods, and who
related the most wonderful stories of foreign parts. Jane, the housemaid,
always took tea in the nursery upon these occasions, and she and
Bobby listened with awed admiration to the handsome traveller.
'Nobbles' was only a walking-stick, with a wonderful little ivory head.
It was the head of a goblin, Nurse declared, but Bobby loved it.
Nobbles had very round eyes and a smiling mouth, two very big ears,
and a little red cap on his head. Bobby took him to bed with him every
night; he went out walks with him; he always had him with him in his
window corner; and it was Nobbles who was treated to all the delicious
secrets and plans which only a very lonely little boy could have
concocted.
Bobby's nursery was at the top of the house; he reached it by the back
stairs, and had to open a wooden gate at the top of