Will You Love Me in September

Perhaps that was why I felt very much at ease with Smith. I used to watch him doing the garden or cleaning the silver. Before Damaris became mistress of the house he used to do everything, but now servants from Eversleigh Court used to be sent over by Great-grandmother Arabella. Jeremy did not really like that; Smith didn't like it either.

Smith treated me, as he would say, "rough." "Don't stand there idle," he would say.

"Satan finds mischief for idle hands to do." And I would have to arrange the forks and knives in their cubbyholes, as he called them, or pick up branches and dead flowers and put them in the wheelbarrow. Damaris was often present and the three of us would be very happy together. With bmith \teK completely at ease, not the child whose welfare had to e continually considered-sometimes at some inconvenience to hers I feared-but a fellow worker of very little importance. It strange to want to be of no importance, but I really did. It was an indication, of course, that I was already beginning to feel the bounds of security tightening around me.

There was a discussion in the family as to whether or not I should have a governess.

Damaris said she would teach me.

"Perhaps you are doing too much," said Grandmother Priscilla anxiously.

"Dear mother," smiled Damaris, "this will be a great pleasure, and I'll be sitting down all the time!”

Great-grandmother Arabella wondered whether I should have a governess-a French one.

I could speak French because I had learned it side by side with English in the hotel with my parents, and later, in the cellar, no one had spoken anything but French.

"It would be a pity to lose that," said Arabella.

"They never do," was Great-grandfather Carleton's comment. "Not once they have acquired it. The child would only need a little practice at any time in her life. And you could not get a French governess now, with a war between our countries.”

So it was decided that for the time being Damaris should teach me, and the idea of a governess was shelved.

All the talk of French reminded me of Jeanne. I had loved her very much in those days of trial. She had been a bulwark between me and the harsh Paris streets. If anyone had ever represented security to me, she had. I often wondered about her.

I knew that Damaris had offered to bring her back to England with us, but how could she leave Maman and the old Grand'mere? They would have starved without her.

Damaris had said, "If ever you felt free to come to us, you would always be welcome.”

I was glad she had said that and I knew she had rewarded Jeanne for what she had done for me. Jeanne was a clever manager and would make what had been given her last a very long time.

So the year began to pass. I had my pony and Smith taught me to ride and I had never been happier in my life than when I was riding round the paddock, with Smith holding a leading rein and Damon running after us barking with excitement. It was better even than riding on Hessenfield's shoulders.

There were long summer days sitting at the table in the schoolroom learning with Aunt Damaris and then going out to ride-off the leading rein now-walking with Damon, lying in the grass Damon, going to Eversleigh Court or the Dower House to drink lemonade and eat fancy cakes in summer or steaming dn U d wine and pies straight from the oven in winter.

I loved all seasons: Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent; the terminable service and the sadness of Good Friday alleviated by |f tecross buns; Easter with daffodils everywhere and the delights f simnel cake; sitting in church close to Damaris and counting the blues and reds in the stained-glass windows; the number of people I could see without turning my head; and how many ah's, er's and well's Parson Renton uttered during the sermon. There was Harvest Festival, with all the fruit and vegetables decorating the church; and best of all Christmas, with the crib in the manger, ivy holly, mistletoe, carols, presents and excitement. It was all wonderful and I was at the heart of it. They were always questioning themselves and each other about "the child.”

"The child should see more children." Children were invited. There were not many in the neighborhood and I did not greatly care for any of them; I liked best to be with Damaris, Smith and Damon. But I was very content to be "the child" in the midst of all this concern.