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By the time that they had made the circuit of the island it was twelve o'clock. This was dinner-time, Eyebright declared, and she produced the lunch-basket. Mrs.
"Oh, isn't this lovely!" cried Kitty Bury, kicking the fine hay before her till it rose in clouds. "Barns are so nice, I think." "Yes, but don't kick that way," said Romaine Smith, choking and sneezing. "Oh dear, I shall smother. Eyebright, please open the window. Quick, I am strangling."
"Is that your mother sitting there?" asked Eyebright catching a glimpse of a woman and a baby under a tree not far off. "Oh, dear, no! That's Mrs. Waurigan. She's Jenny's mother, you know, and 'Mandy's and Peter Paul Rubens's. She's not our mother at all. My mother's name is Mrs. Brown, and my papa is Dr. Azariah P. Brown. We live in New York city. Did you ever see New York city?" "No, never.
This was very nice, but when Eyebright unpinned the towel and saw the pie, she gave a scream of dismay. "Why, papa, it's all hard," she said, "and it's just like ice. Touch it, papa; did you ever feel any thing so cold?" In fact, the pie was frozen hard, and had to be thawed for a long time in the oven before it was fit to eat.
I always knew that I should like a girl to look after, and this seems a dear child, Benjamin. I'm sure I shall be fond of her." The tea-bell rang in the midst of the unpacking; but, as Mrs. Joyce observed, they had the rest of the week before them, and it didn't matter a bit; so she hurried Eyebright downstairs, and into a cheerful dining-room.
The loneliness and want of occupation hurt him more than it did Eyebright, and when spring came, as at last it did, his spirits did not revive as she had hoped they would. Farming was trying and depressing work on Causey Island. The land was poor and rocky, "out of heart," as the saying is, and Mr. Bright had neither the spirit nor the money to bring it into condition.
"'He bids me to tell you to hope on, hope ever, cried the knight; 'the jailer's daughter has promised to steal her father's keys to-night, unbar his door, and let him escape. "'Can this be true? cried Margaret that's you, you know, Bessie be ready to catch me.'Help! my lady is about to faint with joy." Here Eyebright sank on the grass, while Bessie made a dash, and raised her head. "'Is it?
Bright hired a wagon to take them "'cross country" to Scrapplehead, which was the village nearest to "Causey Island," as Eyebright now learned that their future home was called. "Cosy," papa pronounced it. The name pleased her greatly, and she said to herself, for perhaps the five-hundredth time, "I know it is going to be nice."
Eyebright was no longer careless or unobservant, as before her mother's death, and she noticed how fast papa's hair was turning gray, and how deep and careworn the lines about his mouth and eyes had become.
You mustn't say such things, Wealthy," replied Eyebright, indignantly. "He feels real badly about going. But we've got to go. We've lost all our money, and we can't stay here." "A desert island, too!" went on Wealthy, pursuing her own train of reflection. "Crocodiles and cannibals, I suppose! I've heard what a God-forsaken place it is up there.
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