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"Don't think of that. God gives us all time to come to our right minds, you know," answered my wife. "But how did you get on so far a-head of me, wifie?" Ethelwyn laughed. "Why," she said, "I only told you back again what you have been telling me for the last seven or eight years." So to me the message had come first, but my wife had answered first with the deed.
"We will buy him," said Ethelwyn, at the end of the consultation. There was a moment of hesitation, and then the yellow bundle went into Ethelwyn's outstretched arms. Beth went off to get the money. She ran breathlessly down the street to get the change, she was so afraid the girl would change her mind and take back the baby.
Were there holes in his pockets?" asked Beth, unrolling the wire at Bobby's order. "On change," said Bobby, with his mouth full of nails. "Our money is in your grandfather's bank, and the Home money and Grandmother Van Stark's. I hope he hasn't lost anybody's but his own," said Ethelwyn anxiously. "You're not very polite," said Nan.
"We thought you looked as though we'd made you an awful lot of trouble," said Ethelwyn, regarding the gorgeous ceiling of the car. "Yes, you did, although I was not thinking of it just then; you ran away " "Walked, mother," corrected Beth, "to the 'lectric car, with grandmother's gold dollar, to go down to buy a trunk specially for our dolls "
Through these I was ever wandering, ever discovering new rooms, new galleries, new marvels of architecture; ever disappointed and ever dissatisfied, because I knew that in one room somewhere in the forgotten mysteries of the pile sat Ethelwyn reading, never lifting those sea-blue eyes of hers from the great volume on her knee, reading every word, slowly turning leaf after leaf; knew that she would sit there reading, till, one by one, every leaf in the huge volume was turned, and she came to the last and read it from top to bottom down to the finis and the urn with a weeping willow over it; when she would close the book with a sigh, lay it down on the floor, rise and walk slowly away, and leave the glorious ruin dead to me as it had so long been to every one else; knew that if I did not find her before that terrible last page was read, I should never find her at all; but have to go wandering alone all my life through those dreary galleries and corridors, with one hope only left that I might yet before I died find the "palace-chamber far apart," and see the read and forsaken volume lying on the floor where she had left it, and the chair beside it upon which she had sat so long waiting for some one in vain.
"There's some saved for you; and I think I see your mother and Beth coming in the gate, I was so sorry they couldn't come last night." "I do believe they are coming," said Ethelwyn, standing on tiptoes, "and, yes, see, they have Bobby and Nan with them, to help take me home!" There was a wild triple shriek from the surrey, followed by three small forms climbing rapidly down.
Ethelwyn made no answer; she was attentively observing Pennie's blue serge frock, and presently asked: "What's your best dress?" "It's the same as this," said Pennie, looking down at it meekly, "only newer." "Mine's velveteen," said Ethelwyn, "the new shade, you know a sort of mouse colour. Nurse says I look like a picture in it. Do you always wear pinafores?"
Ethelwyn took the shape of the "Fair One with the Golden Locks," in the fairy book, and stood before her with yellow hair quite down to her feet beautiful, gracious, smiling. Even in the daylight Pennie could not quite get rid of the idea, and so, long before she had seen her, the name of Ethelwyn came to mean, in her romantic little mind, everything that was lovely and desirable.
The little girls were feeling even more dignified and grown-up than usual, for it was a great event to drive over to Nearminster quite alone; therefore it was all the more trying to be greeted by a derisive song: "Hurray, hurray, hurray! Ethelwyn is gone away!" screamed the shrill voices, even Dickie doing her best to swell the chorus.
Now although we were never in the habit of making mysteries of things in which there was no mystery, and talked openly before our children, and the more openly the older they grew, yet there were times when we wanted to have our talks quite alone, especially when we had not made up our minds about something. So I asked Ethelwyn to walk out with me.
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