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People always say this when they have had something in their eyes. "Oh, yes it's out," said the doctor. "Here it is, on the brush. This is very interesting." Effie had never heard her father say that about anything that she had any share in. She said: "What?"
"Let's scramble them away so as not to keep mother waiting." "We'll put them right on the top in the box," said Mary Jane, "'cause we'll want to play some more lots!" And they did, many times. One morning a few days after the dress-up fun Aunt Effie had to go down town on some errands and Mary Jane was left to play by herself.
Her pretty little face was quite eager with love and pleasure, and yet there was an effect as of a veil before the happy emotion in it. The contrast between the awful, level voice and the grace of motion and evident delight at once shocked and compelled pity. Annie put her arms around Effie and kissed her. "You dear little thing," she said, quite forgetting that Effie could not hear.
Sister Kate had no right to ask this question, but she felt much provoked at the moment, and the color which rushed all over Effie's face excited her curiosity. "Perhaps you'll think I did wrong," said Effie, looking up at her almost defiantly. "The friend was Mr. Lawson. He knows my brother very well; he was talking to me about him.
Staunton, clasping her hands. "She knows about as little of a young man's life as she does of his Greek and Latin. Well, my love, we will propose no changes while you are at home. You must go to the hospital with a light heart, taking your mother's blessing with you." "A light heart, indeed!" thought poor Effie when she reached her room that night.
Sister Kate looked far too busy and anxious to be worried by questions; and Effie, capable and active as she always was, found herself, for the first time in her life, with nothing to do, and overcome by strange nervousness. She was too much embarrassed to be of real use. Her face was burning with blushes. Sister Kate was tired with her long day's work.
Effie accompanied her out on the landing. "I think you make a mistake in letting Effie go, mother," said George, when he was alone with his mother. "Not at all, my son. The fact is, fond as I am of my dear Effie, she takes almost too much control lately of our money affairs I shall be glad to get them into my own hands.
George had always been her favorite brother; they were very nearly the same age Effie was only two years younger than George; long ago George had been good to the little sister they had never quarreled, they had grown up always the best and warmest of friends. Their love had been true as true as anything in all the world.
"Is that really true?" said Effie, coloring. "Oh, what splendid news!" She looked eagerly at George as she spoke. She longed to jump up, throw her arms round his neck, and kiss him. "Is this true?" she repeated. "Oh, I am so glad! We do want the money so badly." George stooped to flick off a speck of dust which had settled on his immaculate shirt-cuff; his eyes would not meet Effie's.
So, as I said, Mrs. Strathsay sat in her broad bower-window looking down the harbor, and a ship was coming up, and Effie and I stood on its deck, our hearts full of yearning. Mine was, at least, I know.
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