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Come," he added, "I must fetch my girl back to her home again, until her husband claims her from me." But when the two reached the little house in the lane a surprise awaited them. They found Mrs. Erldon in her husband's arms. He had returned unexpectedly, having, as a successful prospector for gold, done well enough to return home at once to fetch his wife and child.
"I know I ought to be shaken, and ought to be ashamed of myself but it's no use I'm not either one or the other, only I wish I hadn't done it now, because I've vexed you on Christmas morning!" Mrs. Erldon walked along, looking straight ahead. "I'd rather you did shake me," said Hepsie, in a quivering tone, "only you couldn't do such a thing, I know.
Erldon's arm, and hurried her along the snowy path from the old church door, "I say I've been thinking what a jolly and dear old world this is, and if only the people in it were a little bit nicer, why, there wouldn't be a thing to grumble at, would there?" Mrs. Erldon turned her rather sad, but sweet face towards her little daughter, and smiled at her. Somehow folks often did smile at Hepsie.
It was born too long, and though on this very Christmas morning I have been making ever so many good resolutions to keep the tiresome thing in order you mark my words, little mother, if it doesn't run off in some dreadful way directly it gets the chance and then you'll be grieved and I shall be sorry and some one or other will be in a rage!" Mrs. Erldon drew in her lips.
There was some one a rich cousin whom my father had always hoped and wished that I should marry as soon as I was old enough; but when I was twenty-one, and was travelling with grandfather, you know, that is my own father we made the acquaintance of a gentleman in South Africa Alfred Erldon who was of English parentage, but had lived out there all his life.
Her tone was full of a deep sorrow, and for once, young as she was, Hepsie understood that here was an emotion upon which she must not remark, though she muttered in her own heart: "All through his own wicked old temper." Mrs. Erldon took Hepsie's hand in her own as they walked towards the little home at the end of the long country lane.
It was a glorious afternoon, and when Mrs. Erldon settled down for a rest, Hepsie asked if she might go out for a run, to which her mother at once agreed.
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