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And there they had a delightful surprise, for two little new kittens, a white Persian and a black velvet creature with yellow eyes, were curled up on the hearth at Gran'ma's feet. When tea, and reading, and sewing were all over, the children were allowed to play with the new kittens, and Granny presented a kitten to each child, Turly choosing the black and Terry the white one.
The door opened on the moment, and the expected face was seen. Nurse Nancy stood amazed. "Turly, what do you mean by using your Gran'ma's nice things in such a manner? That's one of the beautiful ornaments your uncle sent her from India. Take it off directly, and put the palm back into it." "It doesn't like the palm, Nurse.
Then there were her 'Songs for Little People, at once educational and witty, especially 'Gran'ma's Porgie, and that ditty, almost prophetically imbued with the coming Imperial spirit, entitled 'Black Him In His Little Eye.
Hasn't he grown fat and big! Come close up, Turly dear; Granny wants to hug you." The hugs were given in plentiful measure and then Turly, who had been standing aside, looking rather abashed, plucked up courage and remained by Gran'ma's knee. He was a sturdily-built little fellow, with large, dark eyes and a square forehead, ordinarily rather silent and slow in his movements.
Then there were her 'Songs for Little People, at once educational and witty, especially 'Gran'ma's Porgie, and that ditty, almost prophetically imbued with the coming Imperial spirit, entitled 'Black Him In His Little Eye.
"But, after all, God did very well for us, now didn't He, Mr. O'Neill?" said Terry. "He did the next thing to a miracle," said O'Neill; "but you'd better not be doin' any more thricks behind your Gran'ma's back, or maybe God would turn round and punish ye." "I won't; indeed, indeed, I never will," said Terry.
Mercy asked gleefully as she felt herself free and alone in the wide meadow-land. She had long been promising little Johnny to take him over to Gran'ma's house, as she loved to call it still. She could not help thinking longingly how much he would enjoy this escapade. "Why, I'm running away just like a young-one, that's what I be," she exclaimed, and then laughed aloud for very pleasure.
As she stood now in her brown cloak darkened by the moonlight, and her round meaningless face whitened by it, she recalled to Terry a remark once made by Granny, "Many a life she has ticked away out of this house, and out of this world, has that old great-grandfather's clock, my children!" "She sha'n't tick my life away," thought Terry. "I hope she won't tick away Gran'ma's and Nursey's!
They might just go up the stair and take a look around. There couldn't be any harm in it. Still, they went very softly for fear of being overheard. It would be so disappointing if Nursey were just to come out of Gran'ma's room and say "Come back, children!" Up the stair they went.
She really worked hard for five minutes, and then stopped and congratulated herself that the hour must be nearly over. "But I must play over Gran'ma's little tune," she said to herself. "Gran'ma's so fond of it, and it is pretty, only I don't like his being killed. Malbrook was killed, I know he was. Gran'ma told me so."
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