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It's full of fairies." We couldn't help laughing at Racey's fancies, and in his turn Racey was a little inclined to be offended, so Tom and I joined together to try to bring him round. "I don't know how it is we've got in the way of being so cross to each other," I said sadly. "I'm sure it's quite time Miss Goldy-hair or somebody should teach us how to be good again.
"There was once a little girl," said Miss Goldy-hair, "whose every-day life was rather dull and hard. In some ways I think it was duller than the lives of quite poor children, and in some ways I am not sure but that it was harder too.
"We found you out of the right path, because it was naughty to have gone out to post the letter without any one knowing." And Miss Goldy-hair smiled at that, and said no, when we found her we were on the right path of trying to run home again as fast as we could.
"Yes, but then we wouldn't have found Miss Goldy-hair," said Tom. "I don't see that it's much good to have found her," said I. I was rather dull and sorry about Tom, and I didn't know what more to do to amuse him. "I don't believe we'll see her for ever so long, and perhaps she'll forget about us as she has such a lot of children she cares for."
But afterwards, when he's all right again, you must all come to see me often, very often." "But that isn't living, that's just seeing us sometimes," said Tom, who seemed to have taken up Racey's idea. "But you see, dear, people can't always do just as they would like," said Miss Goldy-hair.
It's not a long one, and I'm afraid it's not very interesting, but it's the only one I could think of to-day." "Oh! do tell it," we said, "do, do, dear Miss Goldy-hair." And so she began. "Oh! good is the sunlight that glances, And good are the buds and the birds; And so all the innocent fancies Our lips can express make good words."
She was one of those people that get nicer when you're ill; and besides, Uncle Geoff had said something to her, I'm sure, though I never knew exactly what. Any way she left off calling us naughty and telling us what a trouble we were. But it was all thanks to Miss Goldy-hair, Tom and I said so to each other over and over again. No one else could have put things right the way she had done.
Walking along with her we had felt so well taken care of that we had almost forgotten our fears of what might meet us at home. But now, actually on the door-steps, they returned. "Don't ring, Miss Goldy-hair, please," I said. "Let's see first if the door is still open." Strange to say it was!
"What a little coaxer you are, Tom," said Miss Goldy-hair; but though Tom peeped up for a moment to see if she was vexed, it was plain she wasn't, for she made a nice place for his little round head on her knee, managing somehow to find room for Racey too, and not forgetting either to draw close to her a chair for me. "Now," she said, "we're very comfortable. Shall I tell you my little story?
Gower when he comes in?" said Miss Goldy-hair, and Sarah made a little curtsey and begged her pardon for not having seen her. "Dr. Gower knows me," she said to Sarah; "but please do not say anything to him about my having brought the children home, as I would rather explain it myself." Then she turned to go, but we all clung about her.
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