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Updated: June 23, 2025
So Green Valley's young minister sprawled comfortably down, closed his eyes and let the earth music wrap him round. He was not even day dreaming the day Nan Ainslee stumbled on him there under the oaks and pines. She had discovered the knoll when she was six years old and claimed it for her very own, sharing its beauties with no one, not even her brother.
Ainslee had invited him up for Sunday dinner and the party of them were chatting pleasantly as they walked along together. In asking him a question Nan addressed him as Mr. Knight. Then it was that he stopped and made his startling request. He addressed them all but he meant only Nan. "I wish," he said suddenly, "you would not call me Mr. Knight." Mr.
It had pleaded for forgiveness and an early homecoming, that little yellow slip that Nanny Ainslee treasured so. But the bluebirds were darting through leafy bowers and the ploughed, furrowed fields lay smoking in the spring sunshine before Nan came back. A week after her arrival in Scranton the old aunt had been taken sick, and it was months before the old soul was herself again.
He hardly knows Miss Ainslee, Polly, and it will make her so uncomfortable that she will leave, in a month, if your Uncle Dick keeps up this sort of nonsense." This hushed up Master Dick and he began to ask Polly such silly questions as: "What is the result of half a dozen ears of corn and a pint of Lima beans?" "You can't add ears and pints," protested Polly stoutly.
They saw Nanny Ainslee standing with Cynthia's son before a stone that had neither name nor date but only the love-sad words: "I Miss Thee So." But they thought nothing of it. The world was far away and they were serenely happy in a rarer one of their own. Slowly the golden afternoon was waning.
Hank further informed the minister that that second Crawley boy was a limb and closed his observations by asking the Reverend John Roger Churchill Knight if he didn't think Nanny Ainslee was the prettiest girl in church? Whereupon the minister promptly agreed with him. That, then, was Hank Lolly's introduction to a proper and conventional religious life.
"I know you do," returned Miss Ainslee, giving her a hug. So Molly went home satisfied that after all her uncle's visit to the school meant only good will and not a desire to discover the weak spots in his niece's record.
Miss Ainslee was a teacher of quite another stamp and ardent little Polly adored her. When the little girls had returned from the closing exercises of the school, their thoughts turned to the next excitement which was the journey northward with Uncle Dick. They were to start the very next morning, and their trunks stood ready to go. As they entered the hall, Mrs.
Ainslee and Billy hid a smile, said nothing and walked on. But Nan stopped in amazement. "Why not?" she asked a little breathlessly. "Nobody else does. I was never called that in India. It makes me feel lonely, and a stranger here." "But," Nanny's voice was colorless and almost dreary, even though a wicked little gleam shot into her eyes, "what in the world shall I call you? I can't call you John.
"You aren't reading the signs correctly, Son," he said. "Nan's crossness can be interpreted another way. It's my private opinion that Nanny's in love." Whereupon Mr. Ainslee dodged for he fully expected that Nanny would hurl a pillow his way. But Nanny didn't. She turned a little white, caught her breath a little hurriedly and then stood looking quietly at the two men.
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