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It was partly Mrs Asplin's doing too dear good woman, for she gave you the care and mothering which you needed to develop your character, yet never tried to take my place. Yes, indeed, we must do all we can for Esther! Find out what she would like, dear, and we will go to town together and buy the best of its kind. I can never do enough for Mrs Asplin's children."
Then she must have come downstairs. Perhaps she didn't hear the gong. Just look in the schoolroom, Mary, and in the other rooms too, and tell her to come at once." Another few minutes passed, and back again came Mary, looking flushed and mysterious. "I can't see Miss Peggy anywhere, ma'am. She has not come downstairs." "You have looked in the drawing-room Mr Asplin's study?" "Yes, ma'am."
Esther and Mellicent had confided their impressions to their mother; but in Mrs Asplin's presence Peggy was just a quiet, modest girl, a trifle shy, as was natural under the circumstances, but with no marked peculiarity of any kind.
She longed to overcome her prejudices and add her name to the list of her adorers, and to this end she considered her tastes in a way which would never have occurred to her in connection with Mrs Asplin's daughters.
I'll never forgive you!" cried Mrs Asplin's voice, in sleepy wrath. "Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!" shouted the girls; and Peggy's clear pipe joined in last of all. "And many of them! Come in! Come in! I was lying awake and longing to see you!" Arthur put his ruffled head round the door and beamed at the little figure in the bed, as if he had never known a trouble in his life.
For four long days had Mariquita Saville dwelt beneath Mr Asplin's roof, and her companions still gazed upon her with fear and trembling, as a mysterious and extraordinary creature whom they altogether failed to understand.
They had not heard Mrs Asplin's words of entreaty, or seen the strained expression on her face as she murmured, "Remember, dear! Oh, be sure to remember!" She turned and walked along the shore by herself, clasping her hands in a passion of longing and pity. "I gave her my promise, and I'll keep it, whatever they think. It will be my fault if anything goes wrong. I know, and they don't!"
They would have to leave early, as it might grow chilly in such an exposed place, but as the last train left the station at seven o'clock, they would have no temptation to prolong their stay. The chorus of delight grew louder than ever as he spoke, and Mrs Asplin's feeble objections were scarcely allowed a hearing.
In that moment, when as it seemed she stood upon the brink of death, Mrs Asplin's mind travelled with lightning speed over the years which had passed since she first gave herself and her concerns into the hands of her Saviour, and trusted Him to care for her in this world and the next. Had He ever failed her? A thousand times, no!
Peggy went off into a shriek of laughter, in which Arthur joined, until the sound of the merry peals reached Mrs Asplin's ears as she lay wearily on her pillow, and brought a smile to her pale face. "Bless the dears! How happy they are!" she murmured to herself; nor even suspected that it was a wholesale massacre of foreign nations which had been the cause of this gleeful outburst.
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