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It was warm in the room, the atmosphere being permeated with the sweet tang of wood smoke. Nan dried her eyes. There really was not any use in crying. Momsey and Papa Sherwood could not know how bad she felt, and she really was not selfish enough to wish them to know. "Now, Nanny Sherwood!" she scolded herself, "there's not a particle of use of your sniveling. It won't 'get you anywhere, as Mrs.
"Oh, after all these years when we had given you up for dead!" "After all these years? Why, Momsey, I left you only two days ago to go to Seattle. There must have been a wreck or something; for I heard a dreadful crash, and then I awakened here with these nice moving picture folk. They were on the same train, I guess." Dr. Wherry made the parents a signal not to tell the secret just yet.
Andrew Blake is prepared to turn over to your Momsey a part of her wonderful fortune. The rest will come later. She will tell you all about it herself. "What I wish to say to you particularly in this letter," pursued Mr. Sherwood, "is, that arrangements have been made for you to attend Lakeview Hall this coming semester.
She gained control of herself now; but nobody will ever know how much courage it took for her to say, promptly: "Of course I will go home with you, Uncle Henry. It will be fun, I think, to go into the woods in the winter. And, and I can come right back as soon as Momsey and Papa Sherwood return from Scotland." So it was settled, just like that.
Just then Nan had dropped her knife and fork and was staring from Momsey's pitying face to Papa Sherwood's grave one, as she cried, in a whisper: "Not me? Oh, my dears! You're never going without me, all that long journey? What, whatever shall I do without you both?" "Don't, honey! Don't say it that way!" begged Momsey, putting her handkerchief to her eyes.
They will be worried when they see Prince come home, cut, and will think I am badly hurt. I must let them know at once." Mrs. Carr took her unexpected guest to the telephone, and Grace was soon talking to her mother. "Don't worry, Momsey," she said. "Prince ran away with me an auto hit him now don't faint, I am all right. I'm at Mollie's Aunt Kittie's.
The rush in which both parties got under way on Monday made Nan's head whirl. Momsey was to buy a few necessary things in New York before she boarded the steamer. Nan had a plentiful supply of warm winter clothing, and she took a trunkful. Mrs. Joyce was left to take a peep at the little, locked cottage on Amity Street, now and then.
"This is a very wonderful, a blessed, thing, if true. But it has to be proven. We must build our hopes on no false foundation." "Oh, Papa Sherwood! How can we, when the man says there " "Hush!" whispered Momsey, squeezing her excited little daughter's hand. "In the first place," continued Mr.
"Don't be too hard on us, Papa Sherwood," said Momsey brightly. "Anticipation is more than half of every pleasure. I lie awake every night and spend this great fortune of ours to the very last penny." "Of course," the little lady added, with more gravity, "I wouldn't really spend fifty thousand dollars so recklessly as I do in my mind.
"We get no nearer to the proper solution of the difficulty," he said. "Of course, Nancy, the orphan asylum is out of the question." "I'll stay here, of course," Nan said, with some difficulty keeping her voice from quavering. "Not alone in the house, honey," Momsey said quickly. "With Mrs. Joyce?" suggested Nan tentatively. "No," Mr. Sherwood said. "She is not the person to be trusted with you."
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