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"Racey," I said, giving him a little shake, "how can you be so rude?" But Miss Goldy-hair didn't seem vexed, though her face got a little red. "Never mind, Audrey," she said. "Some one must have said something before him that he has remembered. But it doesn't matter there's no harm in any one saying it, because it's true, at least, true in a way.
"Didn't you promise to trust me last night?" she said again. "Yes, Miss Goldy-hair, but I didn't know that you'd come to see us because Tom was ill. You said you'd come to fetch us to have dinner and tea with you, but I didn't know you'd come when you heard Tom couldn't go out." "Why, don't you need me all the more because you can't go out?" she said brightly.
"Yes," said Miss Goldy-hair; "and when Letty, still hardly awake, said something to Hester about whether it had always been there, Hester laughed at her and said, 'Yes, of course; had Letty never seen inside it? it was where mother kept the best linen. And so Letty said no more about it she knew she would only have been laughed at and perhaps scolded, and yet she knew there was nothing wrong in her beautiful secret, so she just kept it in her own little heart.
Miss Goldy-hair was sure to have told him, and however nicely she had told him I didn't see how it was possible he shouldn't be angry. I looked up at him, and the tears began to come quicker, and I had to hold my breath to keep myself from bursting out into regular crying. To my surprise Uncle Geoff knelt down on the floor beside me and stroked my head very kindly.
"We can't even dress up the table and make it look pretty the way we used to on days mother came to have tea with us." "We couldn't make bread and butter look pretty," said Tom, rather grumpily. I was sorry to see him so disappointed, just when I thought that our having found Miss Goldy-hair was going to make everything nice.
How dreadfully quick one forgets." "Miss Goldy-hair wouldn't like us if we quarrelled," said Tom in a melancholy voice. "Her wouldn't whip us," observed Racey. "No, she would try to teach us to be good," I said. "I'm sure I'd try to be good if I was with her.
But she saw our eager faces between the rails before she was half way up. "Have you been waiting long for me, dears?" she said. "I came as quickly as I could." "Oh! no, Miss Goldy-hair," we cried, "we have been so happy." Then we led her triumphantly into the nursery. "Look," said the little boys, "did you ever see such a lovely tea?" "Muffins is coming," said Tom.
We had said good-bye to Miss Goldy-hair the night before, and even though it was only for a little while we really nearly cried. "You'll come to see us as soon as ever we come back, Miss Goldy-hair, won't you?" said Tom. "Yes," said Miss Goldy-hair, "you may be sure of that."
I had been "working myself up," as Pierson used to call it, and I was fast persuading myself that Miss Goldy-hair was very unkind, and that after all we were poor deserted little creatures, but for all that I couldn't help laughing at Racey breaking in with his list of what he thought the greatest delicacies.
I liked to be sure before I said a thing, always. So I looked right into her face, but I won't tell you what I thought, because somebody that's going to read this over might be vexed. And all I said was, "Yes, Miss Goldy-hair." "Plenty of jelly and nice things to eat, And we'll hope he'll be better to-morrow." I woke very early the next morning.
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