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"It's only," said Miss Craydocke, reaching them a trifle out of breath, "this little parcel, something I promised to Prissy Hoskins, and would you just go round by the Cliff and leave it for me?" "Oh, I'm afraid of the Cliff!" cried Florrie Arnall. "Creggin's horses backed there the other day. It's horribly dangerous." "It's three quarters of a mile round," suggested the driver.
It beat quicker always when such thoughts were touched. She was shy of seeking them; she almost tried, in an involuntary way, to escape them at first, when they were openly broached; yet she longed always, at the same time, for a deeper understanding of them. "I should like to know the Miss Josselyns better," she said presently, when Miss Craydocke made no haste to speak again.
At the same time Leslie herself, coming out on the piazza for a moment after tea, met Miss Craydocke approaching over the lawn. She had only her errand to introduce her, but she would not lose the opportunity. She went straight up to the little woman, in a frank, sweet way.
I wish hair was like noses, born in a shape, without giving you any responsibility. But we do have to finish ourselves, and that's just what makes us restless." "You haven't come to the worst yet," said Miss Craydocke significantly. "What do you mean? What is the worst? Will it come all at once, or will it be broken to me?" "It will be broken, and that's the worst.
"Miss Craydocke!" she said, with an air she could not divest of a little comicality, but with an earnestness behind it shining through her eyes, "I'm good; I'm converted. I want some tow-cloth to sew on immediately." And she sat down, folding her hands, waiting. Miss Craydocke laughed. "I don't know.
"Nobody's brain but yours would have put it together like that," said Miss Craydocke, laughing till she had to feel for her pocket-handkerchief to wipe away the tears. "Don't cry, Miss Craydocke," said Sin Saxon, changing suddenly to the most touching tone and expression of regretful concern. "I didn't mean to distress you. I don't think anything is really the matter with my brain!"
"To get the good of them, as we did, I suppose," Leslie answered, wondering a little what Miss Craydocke might exactly mean. "I suppose so, too," was the reply. "And I suppose the Lord's love came with them! I suppose He cares whether they get the full of the good. And yet I think He leaves it, like everything else, a little to us." Leslie's heart beat quicker, hearing these words.
They'll beat your four-o'clocks all to nothin'. It's lucky the old Shank-high did make a clearin' of 'em. Tell Miss Craydocke," she continued, turning again to Leslie, "that I'm comin' down myself, to no, I can't thank her! She's made a life for that 'ere child, out o' nothin', a'most!" Leslie stood hushed and penetrated in the presence of this good deed, and the joy and gratitude born of it.
But in the midst grows silently the century-plant of the soul, absorbing to itself hourly that which feeds the beauty of the lily and the radiance of the leaf, waiting only for the hundred years of its shrouding to be over! Miss Craydocke never came in from the woods and rocks without her trophies.
Now I've done it once, I can do it again. They'll find out it's my way, and when you've once set up a way, people always turn out for it." Miss Craydocke was in high glee. Leslie stitched up three little legs before Dakie came again, and said they must have her upstairs. One thing occurred to her, as they ran along the winding passages, up and down, and up again, to the new hall in the far-off L.
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