<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>A DAY AT HAMPTON COURT</div>
<p>"<span class="smcap">No</span>, Towser, you can't come with us; you
know you will not be allowed to go into the
palace, and what should we do with you then,"
said Edith, patting him on the head, as she
closed the gate and left poor doggie looking
wistfully after them.</p>
<p>Edith had been looking forward to a visit to
Hampton Court for some time. Her mamma
had promised that she could invite Eleanor
and Clarence Whitworth and that Miss Green
would take them all to spend a Saturday half-holiday,
or rather a whole holiday, at this
beautiful old palace, which was on the river,
not very far distant from Oldham Manor.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Several Saturdays had proved disappointingly
rainy, but to-day was all they could wish
for, and after calling at the vicarage for Eleanor
and Clarence, they went down the little village
street which led to the river landing, where
there was a sign, "Boats to let."</p>
<p>Miss Green intended to engage a waterman
to row them up to the Court, as it was a rather
long and tiresome pull.</p>
<p>The Thames watermen are quite an institution,
and are one of the oldest of English
guilds or societies. They are banded together
for the mutual protection of their business,
which is to hire out boats—and to row boats
and the like. Each man wears a badge, and is
very jealous of his rights. A new man who
wishes to join their band must go through a
long apprenticeship before he can become what
is publicly known as a "Thames Waterman."</p>
<p>"Good morning, John," said Miss Green,
to a bluff, good-natured man who lifted his<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</SPAN></span>
cap to them. "Have you a good boat for us to-day?
we want you to take us up to the Court."</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i035.jpg" width-obs="409" height-obs="600" alt="family gettingout of boat" /> <span class="caption">"IN A FEW MINUTES THEY HAD LANDED"</span></div>
<p>"Yes, indeed, miss, one of the best of the
lot." John was their favourite waterman, who
often rowed them when the distances were too
great for Miss Green.</p>
<p>It was a pretty row past the green lawns of
handsome homes, and one or two small river
villages, where the principal business is the
letting of boats and of fishing-tackle.</p>
<p>John's sturdy strokes soon brought them in
sight of the park belonging to Hampton Court,
surrounded by a high wall past which the river
winds for some distance. Soon they caught
sight of the red brick towers of the palace
itself, and its beautiful gardens, and in a few
minutes they had landed near one of the small
excursion steamers that ply between London
and Hampton Court, on which so many folk
take a charming day's excursion on the
Thames.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>There is also a little village at Hampton
Court, as well as the palace, but one never
pays much attention to it, except when one
begins to get hungry, for it is mostly made
up of little shops, that hang out signs on which
is the one word, "Teas," which means one can
get there their afternoon tea.</p>
<p>Our little party made straight for the big
iron gates which lead into the entrance court.
On one side are barracks where soldiers live,
and before them rises the red brick lodge or
gateway through which is the main entrance
to the palace itself.</p>
<p>I fancy one often thinks of a palace as a
great, tall, imposing building of many stories.
Well, most palaces <i>do</i> cover a great deal of
ground, but many of the English ones are not
so very tall. This palace is only two stories
high, with a sort of attic at the top. Another
strange thing about these old-time palaces is
that most of the rooms are very small according<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</SPAN></span>
to our modern ideas, except for a
few long rooms, called galleries.</p>
<p>"Let us go through the two courtyards into
the gardens and sit on a bench under one of
those old yew-trees, and I will tell you children
something of the story of the palace;
then you will enjoy seeing it much more,"
said Miss Green, as she led them into the
lovely gardens where they could see the
building to the best advantage. The children
crowded around her as she began:</p>
<p>"It was built several hundred years ago by
the great Cardinal Wolsey who was minister
or councillor to King Henry VIII. Wolsey
became a powerful favourite of the king, who
loaded him with royal gifts. He became
wealthy and proud, and built for himself many
grand homes, until at last he founded this
Hampton Court, which was to be the most
splendid of them all. But the cardinal had
become by this time such a power in the kingdom,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span>
and was so arrogant and wealthy that
the king was jealous of him, fearing that the
cardinal would become his rival.</p>
<p>"To counteract this, the cardinal presented
his palace at Hampton Court to the king,
and so it became a royal palace. But this did
not prevent the cardinal's downfall.</p>
<p>"Until a hundred or more years ago this
palace was a favourite home of the Royal
Family, but now it is only a show-place for
holiday-makers."</p>
<p>"I don't see how the king could have
treated the poor cardinal badly after he gave
him such a beautiful home," remarked Edith,
as they entered the palace.</p>
<p>"Ah, well! perhaps he deserved it," said
Miss Green, as they went up the grand stairway
and through room after room filled with
pictures, and some of the furniture of those
old days.</p>
<p>They could see the beds on which had slept<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span>
many royal persons. Around this furniture
were drawn ropes so no one could touch it
or sit upon the chairs. The floors were highly
waxed, and in every room was a guardian or
sort of policeman, who closely watched visitors
to see that nothing was disturbed.</p>
<p>"Well, they did have a great number of
rooms," said Eleanor, after they had walked
through many bedchambers, anterooms, and
reception-rooms.</p>
<p>"Yes," answered Miss Green, "they were
necessary not only for the Royal Family
itself, but for the many people who were
always attached to the court.</p>
<p>"Here is the 'throne-room,'" she continued,
"where the king or queen sat in that
gilt chair which stands on a dais or platform
raised several steps above the floor." Above
the chair was a velvet canopy surmounted by
a gilt crown. Usually the arms of England
(the "Lion and the Unicorn") were embroidered<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span>
in gold and coloured silks on the velvet
background behind the throne. Here the
kings and queens held their audiences, and
saw those who wished to present some petition
or ask some royal favour.</p>
<p>"This is one of the most splendid old-time
'banqueting-halls' in our country," said Miss
Green, as they came into the great chamber
with a high roof of great carved wood beams
and windows of coloured glass. Around the
walls were great stag heads, and over the
entrance door was a gallery where the musicians
played while guests ate dinner at the
long tables. The guests sat on wooden
benches or stools, while the persons of high
rank occupied chairs at a table at the end of
the hall, which was placed on a raised platform
which separated them from those of inferior
rank.</p>
<p>"Can't we see the big grape-vine now?"
said Edith, as they left the palace itself.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Miss Green led the way through the rose-garden,
and past Queen Mary's Bower, a
shady and favourite walk of one of the
queens, so shut in by trees that it looked
like a green tunnel. "There is the vine-house,"
exclaimed Clarence, as they came to
a long, low, glass house which covered the
huge vine, nearly two hundred years old, the
largest single vine in the world. The trunk
looked like that of a small tree, and its
branches, hanging thick with bunches of
grapes, covered the glass roof. At various
times its home had to be added to, and still
the vine has to be constantly pruned to keep
it within bounds.</p>
<p>"I should like to eat some of those grapes
when they are ripe," said Eleanor, looking up
at the clusters over her head.</p>
<p>"You would have to be one of the Royal
Family to do that," Miss Green smilingly said.
"They are all kept for the king's own use."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Well, are you young people ready for
dinner?" asked the governess, looking at her
watch as they left the vine-house. "It is
nearly one o'clock, so we had better have our
dinner, and then we can spend the afternoon
in the gardens and park."</p>
<p>"Afterward we can go through the Maze,
Eleanor," cried Edith, as, holding each other
by the hand, the little girls skipped through
the garden paths.</p>
<p>"Yes, but dinner first, by all means," said
Clarence, "and let us go to one of the places
on the river, please, Miss Green, where we can
watch the boats."</p>
<p>On the gallery of one of the inns that overlook
the river they found a round table that
would just accommodate their party. Here
they could enjoy a fine view of the palace
and the river, and a substantial meal at the
same time.</p>
<p>"Now for the 'Maze,'" cried the young<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</SPAN></span>
people, when they entered the gardens again.
The "Maze" is an elaborate labyrinth, whose
pattern is laid out in high-clipped hedges of
box-trees. One can lose themselves for some
time amid its tangle of paths before it is possible
to reach the centre, and come back again
to the starting-place.</p>
<p>"By paying a penny I can watch your
efforts," said Miss Green, as she paid her
penny to the guardian, and mounted a little
platform which overlooks the tangle of paths.
"I think I shall enjoy this more than rushing
around through the hot sun," she said, smiling
down on her charges.</p>
<p>Finding the right path through the Maze is
one of the favourite amusements of the children
when they visit Hampton Court, and our
three young friends were soon rushing around
laughing in the wildest excitement.</p>
<p>It took nearly an hour's fun before they
were able to reach the centre and get out again,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</SPAN></span>
Clarence being rather crestfallen that the girls
had beaten him out.</p>
<p>"Oh, we <i>are</i> warm," said Edith, as they ran
up to Miss Green, panting and fanning their
faces with their hats.</p>
<p>"Indeed you are. Come, and we will rest
and cool off in the park. The chestnut-trees
look lovely with their spikes of white flowers."</p>
<p>Under the great trees, groups of children
were playing about, or having picnic lunches,
or amusing themselves with the deer, which
live in the park, and are so used to visitors
that they are very tame, and will even eat out
of one's hand.</p>
<p>"I should like to come here next Sunday;
it will be 'Chestnut Sunday'" said Clarence,
as they threw themselves on the soft
grass.</p>
<p>"Oh," said Edith, "that is always one of
the first Sundays in May."</p>
<p>"Yes," continued Clarence, "the first Sunday<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</SPAN></span>
after the chestnut-trees come in full
blossom."</p>
<p>Thousands of people come here from London
and the surrounding country on that day,
that they may drive through this long avenue
that leads directly through the park to the
palace and admire the display of blossoms on
the great trees that line the avenue on both
sides.</p>
<p>Clarence grew enthusiastic. "It's a jolly
sight, I can tell you, to see vehicles of all
kinds, from bicycles and coster's carts to big
four-in-hand coaches and automobiles. There
is such a jam on the avenue that they can only
creep along; it's like a big picnic."</p>
<p>"Is it not nearly tea-time? We are so
thirsty, Miss Green," said Eleanor, as the sun
began to drop behind the trees. The little
girls had amused themselves by making endless
daisy chains, and decorating their hats with the
"may" as they call the hawthorn-bloom, while<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</SPAN></span>
Miss Green read to them from a story-book.</p>
<p>"Yes, we must not be too late in getting
home; we will stop at one of the little tea-shops
near the boat-landing."</p>
<p>It was a neat little cottage which they selected,
covered with vines, with a small flower-garden
in front. The pleasant-faced hostess
soon brought in a big tea-tray covered with a
dainty cloth on which was a big pot of tea, cut
bread and butter, and delicious strawberries,
such as only grow in England. "Nearly as
big as my fist," declared Clarence, but this
was perhaps putting it rather strongly, though
each one made a big mouthful as the young
folk ate them, dipping them first into sugar.</p>
<p>They sang songs as they rowed home, and
the tunes were taken up by other boats full
of young people out for the Saturday half-holiday.</p>
<p>"We have had such a lovely time; thank<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</SPAN></span>
you so much, Miss Green," said the young
Whitworths as they parted at their gate.</p>
<p>"It <i>has</i> been a nice day, and we will have
some others, too, when Adelaide comes, won't
we?" said Edith.</p>
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