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"I did think of it," he admitted; "but there seemed to be no hurry. All these things are growing into money year by year. Some day I shall send everything to Christie's." She looked at him in horror. "You cannot oh, you cannot mean it?" she cried. "Why not? They are no use to me." "No use?" she faltered. "Not a bit. I don't suppose I shall see them again for many years.
"I love my brother and my little sisters. I have never been with other children." There were tears in Christie's eyes as she raised them to look in Mrs Lee's face, called forth quite as much by the gentle tones of her voice as by the thought of `the bairns' at home. "I am afraid you could do nothing for baby," said Mrs Lee. "Nurse will be here presently.
"And ef I know her, which I think I do, she'll find that Cinthy Wilkins ain't fur from right, ef her experience is good for any thing," added the matron with a sigh, and a glance at a dingy photograph of her Lisha on the wall, a sigh that seemed to say there had been a good deal of "wuss" in her bargain, though she was too loyal to confess it. Something in Christie's face struck Mr.
Well, I'd never have thought it of one of Mrs. Ward's girls." "It is a pity you didn't consult me, Alfred," said his brother. "The best thing to do now is to put the brooch carefully away. We'll consider what is best to be done with it; but as to giving the young lady only five pounds for what we can sell any day at Christie's for a couple of hundred, that is not to be thought of."
I have read it once; but I would like to read it again." And she did read it. Soon Christie's socks and darning-cotton were forgotten, and she sat listening intently. It was something entirely new to her, and she yielded herself to the charm of the book with an eagerness that delighted the reader. Miss Gertrude liked the book at the second reading even better than at the first.
Wilkins, her keen eyes full of sympathy and commendation as they rested on Christie's cheerful, earnest face. "Ef the sperrit moves you to speak, up and do it without no misgivin's.
"Dear chile, it's orful hard work to put learnin' in my ole head, and I wouldn't 'cept such a ting from you only I needs dis sort of help so bad, and I can trust you to gib it to me as I wants it." Then in a whisper that went straight to Christie's heart, Hepsey told her plan and showed what help she craved. For five years she had worked hard, and saved her earnings for the purpose of her life.
And Christie's thoughts went wandering away into the dim, sweet past when she, a happy child, lived with loving parents in a different world from that. Lost in these tender memories, she sat till the old moon-faced clock behind the door struck twelve, then the visions vanished, leaving their benison behind them.
Here they contrived to support a feeble exhibition for eight years, when their engagements interfering with Mr Christie's auctions, he purchased their share of the premises, and they made their last removal to a room in S. Alban's Street, where they exhibited the next season, but never after attempted to attract public notice.
"But, mother," said Gatty, "it was very kind of Christie all the same. Oh, Christie!" said he, in a tone of despair. At this kind word Christie's fortitude was sore tried; she turned away her head; she was far too delicate to let them know who had sent Lord Ipsden to buy the picture. While she turned away, Mrs.
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