第53章 The Magic(5)
These are the richly embroidered napkins.Nuns worked them in convents in Spain."
"Did they,miss?"breathed Becky,her very soul uplifted by the information.
"You must pretend it,"said Sara."If you pretend it enough,you will see them."
"Yes,miss,"said Becky;and as Sara returned to the trunk she devoted herself to the effort of accomplishing an end so much to be desired.
Sara turned suddenly to find her standing by the table,looking very queer indeed.She had shut her eyes,and was twisting her face in strange convulsive contortions,her hands hanging stiffly clenched at her sides.She looked as if she was trying to lift some enormous weight.
"What is the matter,Becky?"Sara cried."What are you doing?"
Becky opened her eyes with a start.
I was a-'pretendin','miss,"she answered a little sheepishly;
"I was tryin'to see it like you do.I almost did,"with a hopeful grin.
"But it takes a lot o'stren'th."
"Perhaps it does if you are not used to it,"said Sara,with friendly sympathy;"but you don't know how easy it is when you've done it often.I wouldn't try so hard just at first.It will come to you after a while.I'll just tell you what things are.Look at these."
She held an old summer hat in her hand which she had fished out of the bottom of the trunk.There was a wreath of flowers on it.
She pulled the wreath off.
"These are garlands for the feast,"she said grandly."They fill all the air with perfume.There's a mug on the wash-stand,Becky.
Oh--and bring the soap dish for a cen{}terpiece."
Becky handed them to her reverently.
"What are they now,miss?"she inquired."You'd think they was made of crockery--but I know they ain't."
"This is a carven flagon,"said Sara,arranging tendrils of the wreath about the mug."And this"--bending tenderly over the soap dish and heaping it with roses--"is purest alabaster encrusted with gems."
She touched the things gently,a happy smile hovering about her lips which made her look as if she were a creature in a dream.
"My,ain't it lovely!"whispered Becky.
"If we just had something for bonbon dishes,"Sara murmured.
"There!"--darting to the trunk again."I remember I saw something this minute."
It was only a bundle of wool wrapped in red and white tissue paper,but the tissue paper was soon twisted into the form of little dishes,and was combined with the remaining flowers to ornament the candlestick which was to light the feast.Only the Magic could have made it more than an old table covered with a red shawl and set with rubbish from a long-unopened trunk.But Sara drew back and gazed at it,seeing wonders;and Becky,after staring in delight,spoke with bated breath.
"This 'ere,"she suggested,with a glance round the attic--"is it the Bastille now--or has it turned into somethin'different?"
"Oh,yes,yes!"said Sara."Quite different.It is a banquet hall!"
"My eye,miss!"ejaculated Becky."A blanket 'all!"and she turned to view the splendors about her with awed bewilderment.
"A banquet hall,"said Sara."A vast chamber where feasts are given.
It has a vaulted roof,and a minstrels'gallery,and a huge chimney filled with blazing oaken logs,and it is brilliant with waxen tapers twinkling on every side."
"My eye,Miss Sara!"gasped Becky again.
Then the door opened,and Ermengarde came in,rather staggering under the weight of her hamper.She started back with an exclamation of joy.To enter from the chill darkness outside,and find one's self confronted by a totally unanticipated festal board,draped with red,adorned with white napery,and wreathed with flowers,was to feel that the preparations were brilliant indeed.
"Oh,Sara!"she cried out."You are the cleverest girl I ever saw!"
"Isn't it nice?"said Sara."They are things out of my old trunk.
I asked my Magic,and it told me to go and look."
"But oh,miss,"cried Becky,"wait till she's told you what they are!
They ain't just--oh,miss,please tell her,"appealing to Sara.
So Sara told her,and because her Magic helped her she made her ALMOST see it all:the golden platters--the vaulted spaces--the blazing logs--the twinkling waxen tapers.As the things were taken out of the hamper--the frosted cakes--the fruits--the bonbons and the wine--the feast became a splendid thing.
"It's like a real party!"cried Ermengarde.
"It's like a queen's table,"sighed Becky.
Then Ermengarde had a sudden brilliant thought.
"I'll tell you what,Sara,"she said."Pretend you are a princess now and this is a royal feast."
"But it's your feast,"said Sara;"you must be the princess,and we will be your maids of honor."
"Oh,I can't,"said Ermengarde."I'm too fat,and I don't know how.
YOU be her."
"Well,if you want me to,"said Sara.
But suddenly she thought of something else and ran to the rusty grate.
"There is a lot of paper and rubbish stuffed in here!"she exclaimed.
"If we light it,there will be a bright blaze for a few minutes,and we shall feel as if it was a real fire."She struck a match and lighted it up with a great specious glow which illuminated the room.
"By the time it stops blazing,"Sara said,"we shall forget about its not being real."
She stood in the dancing glow and smiled.
"Doesn't it LOOK real?"she said."Now we will begin the party."
She led the way to the table.She waved her hand graciously to Ermengarde and Becky.She was in the midst of her dream.
"Advance,fair damsels,"she said in her happy dream-voice,"and be seated at the banquet table.My noble father,the king,who is absent on a long journey,has commanded me to feast you."
She turned her head slightly toward the corner of the room.
"What,ho,there,minstrels!Strike up with your viols and bassoons.
Princesses,"she explained rapidly to Ermengarde and Becky,"always had minstrels to play at their feasts.Pretend there is a minstrel gallery up there in the corner.Now we will begin."