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Updated: June 3, 2025
Chrissie, the golden-haired and pink-cheeked, was Grandmother Marshall's pet. Little Joyce knew this. She did not envy Chrissie but, oh, how she wished Grandmother Marshall would love her a little, too! Nobody loved her but Denise and the little black doll.
I had set my heart on your being the first caller; and now it's too late, and you can only be second. I told you so! I said how it would be!" Mrs Rendell lifted her brows with the little surprised air of reproof which Chrissie knew so well.
Chrissie took up a book and sat down, utterly ignoring the woebegone figure which stood the regulation three yards from her, twisting its cap in its hands. "I hope, miss," said the boatswain, after standing patiently for three-quarters of an hour, "as 'ow you won't think I sought arter this 'ere little job." "No," said Chrissie, without looking up.
"She would look much nicer!" sighed Mr Rendell, looking regretfully first at the long white skirt, and then at the coiled-up tresses. "They grow up so quickly, Edith; I live in terror of having no children left nothing but fashionable young ladies. One must give in to custom to a certain extent, I suppose, but I warn you frankly that Chrissie shall be the exception.
The conversation then turned on the deadly qualities of that drug when taken in excess, of the fatal sleep in which it lulled its victims. So disastrous were the incidents cited, that half an hour later, when, her aunt and Susan being out, Chrissie took a small bottle of chlorodyne from the mantel-piece, the boatswain implored her to try his nastier but safer remedy instead.
Chrissie and I thought we might have the refreshments and a pin-cushion stall, and set out little tables on the lawn." "Such jolly fun!" gushed Nan. "Every one would come; and we would have games, and sports, and sails in the boats, and something to pay wherever they went.
"I know you'll be cross. You're so unreasonable." The captain stared frightfully. "I'm going to be married," said Chrissie suddenly, "there! To Jack Metcalfe there! So you'll have to learn to love him. He's going to try and love you for my sake." To his sister's dismay the captain got up, and brandishing his fists walked violently to and fro.
I remember when we were speaking of this, I asked my children what the earth would be like if all the rain that fell remained upon it. Chrissie was the only one who had an answer ready; he said it would soon be a swamp, and nothing could grow well, and no one could live.
I'm sure Margaret wouldn't mind makin' another." "Mary's perfectly right, boys; I've indulged you too much." Then it was Watty who complained: "Mary says she won't have us mussing up the parlor after she's tidied it, and that we've got to change our boots when we come into the house." Or Chrissie: "Mary says I'm big enough now to keep my own room in order, and she aint going to do it any more.
What is to become of us, if all the best houses in the country are sold to hermits, and invalids, and white- haired old patriarchs, with not a single child to boast of! Selfish! Inconsiderate!" "I'm sorry his back is bad; but he had no business to come here," agreed Chrissie firmly. "We don't want invalids. We want a nice, big, lively family, with plenty of money and hospitable hearts. Oh dear!
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