Anthea walked straight past the uncomfortable parlourmaid, and the others followed her.Mrs Biddle had her back to them, and was smoothing down the carpet with the same boot that had trampled on the hand of Robert.So that they were all in the room, and Cyril, with great presence of mind, had shut the room door before she saw them.
'Who is it, Jane?' she asked in a sour voice; and then turning suddenly, she saw who it was.Once more her face grew violet--a deep, dark violet.'You wicked daring little things!' she cried, 'how dare you come here? At this time of night, too.Be off, or I'll send for the police.'
'Don't be angry,' said Anthea, soothingly, 'we only wanted to ask you to let us have the carpet.We have quite twelve shillings between us, and--'
'How DARE you?' cried Mrs Biddle, and her voice shook with angriness.
'You do look horrid,' said Jane suddenly.
Mrs Biddle actually stamped that booted foot of hers.'You rude, barefaced child!' she said.
Anthea almost shook Jane; but Jane pushed forward in spite of her.
'It really IS our nursery carpet,' she said, 'you ask ANY ONE if it isn't.'
'Let's wish ourselves home,' said Cyril in a whisper.
'No go,' Robert whispered back, 'she'd be there too, and raving mad as likely as not.Horrid thing, I hate her!'
'I wish Mrs Biddle was in an angelic good temper,' cried Anthea, suddenly.'It's worth trying,' she said to herself.
Mrs Biddle's face grew from purple to violet, and from violet to mauve, and from mauve to pink.Then she smiled quite a jolly smile.
'Why, so I am!' she said, 'what a funny idea! Why shouldn't I be in a good temper, my dears.'
Once more the carpet had done its work, and not on Mrs Biddle alone.The children felt suddenly good and happy.
'You're a jolly good sort,' said Cyril.'I see that now.I'm sorry we vexed you at the bazaar to-day.'
'Not another word,' said the changed Mrs Biddle.'Of course you shall have the carpet, my dears, if you've taken such a fancy to it.No, no; I won't have more than the ten shillings I paid.'
'It does seem hard to ask you for it after you bought it at the bazaar,' said Anthea; 'but it really IS our nursery carpet.It got to the bazaar by mistake, with some other things.'
'Did it really, now? How vexing!' said Mrs Biddle, kindly.'Well, my dears, I can very well give the extra ten shillings; so you take your carpet and we'll say no more about it.Have a piece of cake before you go! I'm so sorry I stepped on your hand, my boy.Is it all right now?'
'Yes, thank you,' said Robert.'I say, you ARE good.'
'Not at all,' said Mrs Biddle, heartily.'I'm delighted to be able to give any little pleasure to you dear children.'
And she helped them to roll up the carpet, and the boys carried it away between them.
'You ARE a dear,' said Anthea, and she and Mrs Biddle kissed each other heartily.
'WELL!' said Cyril as they went along the street.
'Yes,' said Robert, 'and the odd part is that you feel just as if it was REAL--her being so jolly, I mean--and not only the carpet making her nice.'
'Perhaps it IS real,' said Anthea, 'only it was covered up with crossness and tiredness and things, and the carpet took them away.'
'I hope it'll keep them away,' said Jane; 'she isn't ugly at all when she laughs.'
The carpet has done many wonders in its day; but the case of Mrs Biddle is, I think, the most wonderful.For from that day she was never anything like so disagreeable as she was before, and she sent a lovely silver tea-pot and a kind letter to Miss Peasmarsh when the pretty lady married the nice curate; just after Easter it was, and they went to Italy for their honeymoon.
