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Updated: September 25, 2025
And at the end of the letter I wrote down that I sent my love, so that Pierson would see the letter was like from me. Miss Goldy-hair asked very kindly for Pierson's poor mother in the letter. It was really a very nice one.
"I will let Miss Goldy-hair," he smiled again when he said it "I will let her know that I can't let Tom out to-day and that his good little sister won't leave him;" how kind I thought it of Uncle Geoff to say that! "and I must do the best I can to find a nice nurse for you one that won't whip you, Racey." "Must Tom go to bed?" I asked.
"I never said it was all you," said Tom, "but I thought you'd be so pleased about Miss Goldy-hair; and now you're quite vexed with me." We were on the fair way to a quarrel, when a distraction came from the direction of Racey. "Her's got a' air-garden," he called out suddenly in his little shrill voice. "Did you know her had a' air-garden? I've been d'eaming about it. Her's going to show it me.
She made me quite see how wrong it would have been of me to try to run away to Pierson with the boys; that it would really have been disobeying papa and mother, and that happiness never comes to people who go out of the right path to look for it in. "But it does sometimes, Miss Goldy-hair," I said.
But after I had worked at them for a good while Miss Goldy-hair told both Tom and me that we'd better leave off and go on with our work in the afternoon. "It's never a good plan to work at anything till you get quite tired," she said. "It only makes you feel wearied and cross, and then you never have the same pleasure in the work again.
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.
We knew he had been away, for he had written to tell us. "Do you think Miss Goldy-hair will be at the house to see us when we get there?" I asked. "Have you seen her while we were away?" "Yes," said Uncle Geoff. "I have, and I think she will be there." The cab stopped. Out we all jumped.
"The first evening," persisted Tom, "the very first evening?" and rather to my surprise for generally when the boys teased like that about settling anything exactly, Miss Goldy-hair would reply, "I can't promise," or "We'll see nearer the time " she answered again, "Yes, Tom dear. I'll be here the very first evening." So we went, and we stayed a month four whole weeks.
But though I did my very best to amuse him, and read him over and over again all the stories I could find, it seemed a very long, cold, dull morning, and we couldn't help thinking how different it was from what we had hoped for spending the day with Miss Goldy-hair, I mean. "If only we hadn't gone out in the cold last night you'd have been quite well to-day, Tom," I said sadly.
If we'd been poor like the ones in Little Meg's Children, or Froggy's Brother Ben, Miss Goldy-hair would have been here ever so early this morning, with blankets and coals, and milk, and bread and sugar " "And 'tawberry dam and delly and 'ponge cakes and olanges and eberysing," interrupted Racey, coming forward from his corner.
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