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This row of stars must stand for those dreadful consequences, for Bryda never heard them! Uncle James and grandfather had come up by this time, and she fled, as fast as wet, clinging clothes would let her, to the house.
"Did you ask to be made wise, and clever, and useful?" asked Salome gently. Bryda hung her head. She had forgotten that, I am afraid she dressed so quickly in the morning to join Maurice that she never remembered to ask the Helper of the helpless to make her what she would like to be.
"It won't hold two," said Maurice, looking rather doubtfully at the rotten tub which Bryda pushed into the filthy waters, making a splash and a most horrible smell as it went in. "Oh, ghosts don't want much room! Now, Cerberus, in you go!" and in the poor dog went, hastily and ungracefully; being, in fact, thrown in head foremost.
After one howl he resigned himself, and lay down at the bottom of the tub, into which unsteady boat Bryda, armed with her own small spade, followed with Maurice's help.
"Aren't you ashamed, my Lady Lie-in-bed? Come out directly!" Bryda did not need a second invitation. A very short time indeed passed before she was by Maurice's side. His father had brought him over, he said; his father wanted to see grandfather about some business, so he had started off very early.
Her window was partly open, but something struck against the upper sash; it was not a bird that had lost its way, nor a wasp come to look for jam, for as Bryda raised her head something that could only be a handful of light gravel or shot struck the window again, and at the same time a clear, shrill whistle sounded outside. Bryda hastily sprang up.
"And a very nice ending, too!" said Bryda. By Mrs. E. M. Field Bryda was awakened from her pleasant morning sleep by a strange sound.
"My! what a lot of bones he would eat!" said his master. Bryda suddenly jumped down from her rather unsteady pulpit. "Oh, we will have fun! Here, Maurice, put on my white pinafore. You shall be a ghost, and I will get into the tub with my dog Cerberus, and ferry you over the river," she said.
"We can pretend I crossed the Styx to fetch you. Now I must speak to the soul in Latin, because, of course, Charon and Cerberus talked Latin always." "I suppose Cerberus barked in Latin all three mouths at once," said Maurice; "what a horrid row it must have been!" "Now talk away," said Bryda. "But we don't know Latin; I've only just begun at hic, haec, hoc."
I am sorry to say she walked out of the nursery with damp, smooth hair and a clean frock, but with her head so very much in the air that her namesake, Saint Bride, or Bridget, or Bryda, would have been quite shocked. "You see, Cousin Salome," she said afterwards, "it was such a dose of disgraces, and I meant to be so wise, and clever, and useful."
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