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Tom laughed too I must say in some ways Tom was a very good little boy in spite of his sore throat, and Racey was standing with his head on one side considering what more he would wish for in Miss Goldy-hair's basket, when wasn't it funny? there came a little tap at the door, and almost before we could say "come in," it opened, and oh, how delighted we were in walked Miss Goldy-hair herself!
Sarah shook her head. "I've heard nothing about her," she said. "I don't think Mrs. Partridge can have settled anything, and perhaps that's why she came home so cross." "I don't care if her comes or if her doesn't," said Racey, who had grown very brave. "I'm going to Miss Goldy-hair's." Sarah wasn't in the room just then, and I was rather glad of it.
Is it to tempt Tom to eat, or what has put it into your heads to want something particularly nice to-day?" "Oh because why I thought I had told you at the beginning," I said, "how stupid of me! Why it's because Miss Goldy-hair's coming to have tea with us, to make up for us not going to her, you know." Uncle Geoff raised his eyebrows. "Oh ho," he said, "I see! And what is it you want then?"
"Because we'd like to be near you," we both said, pressing close to her. "You're like mother." The tears came into Miss Goldy-hair's eyes they really did but she smiled too. "And what do you say, my little man?" she said to Racey. Racey was still reposing most comfortably in his big chair. "I'll stay here," he said, "if Audrey and Tom can stay too. And I'd like 'tawberry jam for tea."
"Nobody could be rich enough for that," I said. "And being rich isn't the only way to being kind," said Miss Goldy-hair. "Don't wait for that, Tom, to begin." "Of course not," I said. "Miss Goldy-hair's being kind to us has nothing to do with her being rich. You don't understand, Tom."
Now I will get back to the afternoon that Miss Goldy-hair came to have tea with us. When Sarah had taken away the tea-things and made the room look quite neat, the boys began to think it was time that they got a little of Miss Goldy-hair's attention. "Miss 'Doldy-hair," said Racey, clambering up on her knee, "zou promised us a story."
Miss Goldy-hair's jelly was certainly very nice, and poor Tom, who didn't feel much inclined for meat and potatoes, and regular pudding, enjoyed it very much. And after dinner we each had an orange we sat round the fire peeling them, and thinking what to do about tea. "We haven't even any flowers," I said.
Then Miss Goldy-hair went away for a minute or two and returned wrapped up in a big cloak, and with a couple of little jackets which she put on Tom and Racey. "These are some of my children's jackets," she said. Tom and Racey looked at them curiously. It was queer that Miss Goldy-hair's children's cloaks should just fit them. "They're just right for us," said Tom.
And I think one of the things that helped to please him quite was the discovery of a beautiful air-garden, which Uncle Geoff had had built out of one of the drawing-room windows for Miss Goldy-hair's pet plants. Papa and mother have come home since then, for, as I told you, all these things happened a very long time ago five whole years ago.
And what are you troubled about now, my little lady? Tom is no worse, by the by?" he added hastily. "Oh no, Uncle Geoff, I think he's rather better. He didn't eat much at dinner, but he liked Miss Goldy-hair's jelly very much." Uncle Geoff smiled again at our funny name for the young lady, which I had got so used to that I said it without thinking.
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