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Updated: May 9, 2025
Firefly's heart was very sore, for Polly, her idol, had spoken to her almost roughly. "I wish mother wasn't in heaven," she murmured in a grieved little voice, and then she turned and walked back to the house. The nearer she approached the study window the faster grew her footsteps. At last, like a little torrent, she vaulted back into the room, and flung her arms noisily round Helen's neck.
And I flatter myself it's about the worst I ever heard." To Freddie Firefly's relief, she seemed quite pleased. He was able to draw a deep breath again as they reached the field of red clover, where Peppery Polly Bumblebee settled quickly upon a clover-top and began sucking up the sweet nectar with her long tongue. For some time she worked busily without saying a word.
This is really extremely careless." "It wasn't nurse's fault," sobbed Firefly, nestling her head into her father's cheek. "I ran away from her. I hided from her on purpose." "Then you were the naughty one. What is the matter, dear? Why do you make things worse for me and for us all just now?" Firefly's head sank still lower.
Firefly's heart gave a bound of delight, for her father was alone. He was lying supported high in bed with pillows. His almost sightless eyes were not bandaged, they were simply closed; his hands, with their long, sensitive, purposeful fingers lay on the white sheets in a restful attitude.
And the moment Dusty Moth saw what he was about he gave a frightful scream and flew off into the night. "He's a queer one!" Freddie Firefly mused. "Now, I've always thought Betsy was a fine-looking " Just then his eyes fell upon the picture for the first time. And Freddie Firefly's mouth fell open in astonishment. So amazed was he by what he saw that he tumbled right over backwards.
After that Chirpy Cricket tried to be patient. But it was hard not to be restless. And he kept leaping into the air, hoping to get a glimpse of Freddie Firefly's twinkling light. For it seemed to him that Freddie would never return from the meadow. At last the fiddlers stopped playing, one after another; for the night was going fast. The Cricket family always liked to be home before daylight.
In a few minutes she turned from the Governor's son to his father, from him to her ladyship, and from her without haste to some less distinguished member, and then in the most casual way in the world she strolled inside and from our sight. Hardly a minute later the signal came: a firefly's flash five times together and three times repeated from the darkened upper story.
She had come to Switzerland for work, not for love making. Spencer would probably wish to marry her forthwith, and that was not to be thought of while "The Firefly's" commission was only half completed. All of which modest and maidenly reasoning left wholly out of account Spencer's strenuous wooing; it is chronicled here merely to show her state of mind when she kissed Millicent farewell.
I have spoken of the firefly's pastimes advisedly, for I have really never been able to detect it doing anything in the evening beyond flitting aimlessly about, like house flies in a room, hovering and revolving in company by the hour, apparently for amusement. Thus, the more closely we look at the facts, the more unsatisfactory does the explanation seem.
She shuddered as she recalled Firefly's sad words: "Father says it is wrong to hate any one, but, of course, we cannot love you." She felt that she could never look Polly in the face again, that Helen's gentle smile would be torture to her. Oh, of course she must go away; she must go to-night.
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