Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.

Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,366 pages of information about Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill.
How clear and sweet the melody of those negro voices comes back to me through the generations!  And the picture of the hall, loaded with holly and mistletoe even to the great arch that spanned it, with the generous bowls of egg-nog and punch on the mahogany by the wall!  And the ladies our guests, in cap and apron, joining in the swelling hymn; ay, and the men, too.  And then, after the breakfast of sweet ham and venison, and hot bread and sausage, made under Mrs. Willis, and tea and coffee and chocolate steaming in the silver, and ale for the gentlemen if they preferred, came the prayers and more carols in the big drawing-room.  And then music in the big house, or perhaps a ride afield to greet the neighbours, and fiddling and dancing in the two big quarters, Hank’s and Johnson’s, when the tables were cleared after the bountiful feast Mr. Carvel was wont to give them.  There was no stint, my dears,—­naught but good cheer and praising God in sheer happiness at Carvel Hall.

At night there was always a ball, sometimes at Wilmot House, sometimes at Colonel Lloyd’s or Mr. Bordley’s, and sometimes at Carvel Hall, for my grandfather dearly loved the company of the young.  He himself would lead off the minuet,—­save when once or twice his Excellency Governor Sharpe chanced to be present,—­and would draw his sword with the young gallants that the ladies might pass under.  And I have seen him join merrily in the country dances too, to the clapping of hands of the company.  That was before Dolly and I were let upon the floor.  We sat with the other children, our mammies at our sides, in the narrow gallery with the tiny rail that ran around the ball-room, where the sweet odour of the green myrtleberry candles mixed with that of the powder and perfume of the dancers.  And when the beauty of the evening was led out, Dolly would lean over the rail, and pout and smile by turns.  The mischievous little baggage could hardly wait for the conquering years to come.

They came soon enough, alack!  The season Dorothy was fourteen, we had a ball at the Hall the last day of the year.  When she was that age she had near arrived at her growth, and was full as tall as many young ladies of twenty.  I had cantered with her that morning from Wilmot House to Mr. Lloyd’s, and thence to Carvel Hall, where she was to stay to dinner.  The sun was shining warmly, and after young Harvey had taken our horses we strayed through the house, where the servants were busy decorating, and out into my grandfather’s old English flower garden, and took the seat by the sundial.  I remember that it gave no shadow.  We sat silent for a while, Dorothy toying with old Knipe, lying at our feet, and humming gayly the burden of a minuet.  She had been flighty on the ride, with scarce a word to say to me, for the prospect of the dance had gone to her head.

“Have you a new suit to wear to-night, to see the New Year in, Master Sober?” she asked presently, looking up.  “I am to wear a brocade that came out this autumn from London, and papa says I look like a duchess when I have my grandmother’s pearls.”

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