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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Hold your noise!" said Eliza roughly "or it'll be the worse for you Daddy won't be home for a couple of hours yet, and I promised Fred Cresson, I'd get Mrs. Cresson's tea for her. Lily, stop crying and get the tray!" The crippled child, red-eyed, unwillingly obeyed. Neither she nor her sisters could understand why they had been brought over to tea with Mrs.
But the tumult in which she stood began to unnerve her. By a last exercise of will she was able to pull herself together. Rapidly, as one well used to them, she made her way through the shrubbery paths; round the walled garden, and behind the gardeners' cottages. She heard the children in Mrs. Cresson's cottage as she passed, Lily still fretfully crying, and the old woman's voice scolding.
Cresson's cottage, came back breathless, shouting "all safe!" and Daunt rushed off to help the firemen; while Amberley reported to Susy the pitiable misery of Lily, the little cripple, who had been shrieking for her father in wild outbursts of crying, refusing to believe that he was not in the fire.
Then with a laugh which was half a sob of excitement she ran down the path leading to the garden cottages. She was met by a clamour of rebellious children, as she opened Mrs. Cresson's door. "Where's Daddy, Liza? where's Daddy! Why can't we go home! We want our Daddy!"
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