The Girls Own Paper, Vol. VIII. No. 358, November 6, 1886

The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. VIII.
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VOL. VIII.--NO. 358.
NOVEMBER 6, 1886.
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MERLE'S CRUSADE.
BY ROSA NOUCHETTE CAREY, Author of "Aunt Diana," "For
Lilias," etc.
[Illustration: "I WAS UNDRESSING THE BOY BY THE BEDROOM
FIRE."]
CHAPTER V.
MRS. GARNETT'S ROCKERS.
I had plenty of time for such introspective thoughts as these during my
brief railway journey, and before my luggage and I were safely
deposited at 35, Queen's Gate.
Again I rang the bell, and again the footman in plush and powder
answered the door, but this time there was no hesitation in his manner.
"Miss Fenton, I believe," he said, quite civilly. "If you step into the
waiting-room a moment I will find someone to show you the way to the
nursery," and in two or three minutes a tall, respectable young woman
came to me, and asked me, very pleasantly, to follow her upstairs.
On the way she mentioned two or three things; her mistress was out in
the carriage, and Miss Joyce was with her. The nurse had left the
previous night, and Master Reginald had been so fretful that the
housekeeper had been obliged to sleep with him, as Hannah had been

no manner of use--"girls never were," with a toss of her head, which
showed me the rosy-cheeked Hannah was somewhat in disfavour. Mrs.
Garnett was with him now, and had had a "great deal of trouble in
lulling him off to sleep, the pretty dear."
We had reached the children's corridor by this time, and I heard the full,
cosy tones of Mrs. Garnett's voice in "Hush a bye, baby," and the sound
of rockers on the floor. The sound made me indignant that my baby
should be soothed with that wooden tapping. No wonder so many
children suffered from irritability of the brain; for I was as full of
theories as a sucking politician.
"Ook, gurgle-da," exclaimed baby, and pointed a fat finger at me over
Mrs. Garnett's shoulder. Of course he was not asleep; it would have
been an insult to his infantine wisdom to suppose it.
"Oh, Master Baby," exclaimed Hannah, reproachfully. "I did think he
had gone off then, Mrs. Garnett; and you have been rocking him for the
best part of an hour."
"Ah, he misses his old nurse," returned Mrs. Garnett, placidly. She was
a pretty-looking woman, with flaxen hair, just becoming streaked with
grey. Perhaps she was a widow, for she wore a black gown, and a cap
with soft floating ends, and had a plaintive look in her eyes. "I hope he
will take to you, my dear, for he nearly fretted his little heart out last
night, bless him; and Mrs. Morton crept up at two o'clock in the
morning, when Mr. Morton was asleep, but nothing would do but his
old nurse; he pushed her away, and it was 'Nur, nur,' and we could not
pacify him. Poor Mrs. Morton cried at last, and then he took to patting
her and laughing at her in the drollest way."
"I will just take off my bonnet and try and make friends with him," I
returned, and Hannah, who really seemed a good-natured creature,
ushered me into the night nursery--a large, cheerful room, with a bright
fire, and a comfortable-looking bed, with a brass crib on each side--and
pointed out to me the large chest of drawers and hanging wardrobe for
my own special use, and then went down on her knees to unstrap my
box.

"Thank you, Hannah, I will not wait to unpack now, as I daresay Mrs.
Garnett is wanted downstairs," and as soon as she had left the room I
opened the box and took out the pretty cap and apron, and proceeded to
invest myself in my nurse's livery. I hope Aunt Agatha had not made
me vain by that injudicious praise, but I certainly thought they looked
very nice, and gave me a sense of importance.
The tall housemaid--Rhoda they called her--stared at me as I re-entered,
but Mrs Garnett gave me an approving glance;