The tea was quite as delightful as healthy appetites and cheerful faces
round the board, and merry laughter and gay young voices could make it.
Mr Durrant himself was present at the tea-table, but he did not
preside. It was Robina who on this occasion was given the position of
tea-maker.
"I am going to be fed and petted and fussed over," said Mr Durrant. "I
say, you eight little mothers, you have got to mother me a bit; you have
got to keep my plate well supplied. I have a ravening wolf inside me,
and he must be well fed. I am good for any amount of cakes, and jam,
and bread and butter; so see you feed me. Don't keep me waiting an
instant when my plate gets empty; and I am a whale on tea, I can tell
you; cup after cup I shall want. The little mothers must keep me going
with fresh cups of tea. Yes, Robina shall preside to-day--she is the
good school-mother--and Harriet to-morrow, and so on, and so on. Now
then, let us fall into place. Ralph, my son, take the lead; you are the
gentleman of the house on this occasion."
Book 2--CHAPTER SIX.
AN EVENTFUL MORNING.
The tea came to an end without any special adventure and afterwards the
children disported themselves to their hearts' content in the gardens.
The gardens were very extensive. There were paddocks and lawns, and
running streams where some of the little mothers declared they could see
tiny minnows and other minute fish darting about; and there was a round
pond with water-lilies on it and there were many swings, and hammocks in
the trees. Besides these delights, there were walled-in fruit gardens,
and great glass-houses inside which grew those rarest and most
fascinating flowers, orchids.
The children were allowed to explore all the houses on condition that
they picked nothing and invariably shut the doors behind them. They all
had a great deal to see and to talk over, and even Harriet forgot her
jealousy and laughed and joked with the others. Bed-time came all too
soon. Eight sleepy little girls went up to their different rooms and
laid their heads on their pillow's, and fell sound asleep, and eight
very happy little girls, thoroughly refreshed and full of joyful
anticipation, awoke on the following morning.
They awoke to the fact that the sun was shining, that the sky was blue,
and that the sea in the distance was one dazzling blaze of sparkling
waves and exquisite colour.
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