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"Not like you do. Your mother and father, and those Bryants just do things for you all the time. I don't think it's fair!" "Well, your mother does things for you, all mothers do," said Tom Craig. "Not as much as Marjorie's. My mother said so. She said she never saw anything like the way Marjorie Maynard is petted. And it makes her stuck up and spoiled!"
You don't mind the Bryants sharing it, do you?" "No, not a bit. Only, to-morrow can't I ride with you? If it's our Ourday, I like better to be by you." "Of course you can!" cried Mr. Maynard, heartily. "We'll fix it somehow." "But don't tell Cousin Ethel and Cousin Jack that I don't want to ride with them," went on Midget, "because it might hurt their feelings.
"I'd just as lieve go in the other car, and I don't wonder Midget feels like that." So it was settled that Kitty should ride with the Bryants next day, and then the three children were sent to bed, while the elders stayed up a few hours later. The girls had a large room, with two beds, and with a delightful balcony, on which a long French window opened.
The Bryants' gift came next. It was in a small jeweller's box, and was a slender gold neck chain and pendant, representing a four-leafed clover in green enamel on gold, on one petal of which were the figures thirteen in tiny diamonds. "Oh, ho! Diamonds!" cried King. "You're altogether too young to wear diamonds, Mops. Better give it to me for a watch fob."
In Brookville a great many houses were submerged, but no lives were lost. While the people were driven from their homes, they were more fortunate than the people of Bryants, because they could at once find shelter under the roofs of the neighbors' houses. All of the saw mills, the chief industry of the town, were closed down.
King had run over to the Bryants' and now returned, accompanied by those two very much alarmed people. "We must do something!" exclaimed Cousin Jack. "Of course something has happened to the child! She isn't one to cut up any such game on purpose. Have you looked in her room?" "What for?" asked Mrs. Maynard, helplessly. "Why, to see if you can discover anything unusual. I'm going up!" Mr.
Near the end of May William Story invited us to breakfast with him; the Bryants and Miss Hosmer and some English people were there; and I understood nothing of what passed except the breakfast, which was good, until, at the end of the session, my father and Story began to talk about the superstition as to Friday, and they agreed that, of course, it was nonsense, but that, nevertheless, it did have an influence on both of them.
He took his leave at about eight o'clock, being to make a call on the Bryants, who are at the Hotel de New York, and also on Mrs. Browning, at Casa Guidi. June 8th. I went this morning to the Uffizi gallery. The entrance is from the great court of the palace, which communicates with Lung' Arno at one end, and with the Grand Ducal Piazza at the other.
As they turned in at the gateway of the Bryants' home they found themselves on a long avenue, bordered with magnificent trees. This led to the house, and on the veranda their host and hostess stood awaiting them. "You dear people! I'm so glad to see you; jump right out, and come in," exclaimed Mrs. Bryant, as the car stopped.
The strange but true story of the Bryants is told in a volume entitled A First Fleet Family. But no letter came until two long years had passed. Ruth Kenna, at the time of my story, though not yet seventeen years of age, was a tall, powerful girl, and was known as the best horsewoman in all the country around.
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