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The raft rocked gently up and down on the calm sea, while the children swam, ducked, and played about in the clear, sun-warmed water like a school of young porpoises. As Grizzel sat idly watching the rest, her eyes fell upon an object which floated at a little distance from the raft. It was a bottle a common beer-bottle its cork rammed well in and sealed with red wax.
"Laddie!" exclaimed Prudence, and a moment after Grizzel appeared, running along and swinging her basket. "Am I late?" she asked breathlessly. "I didn't mean to be so long; I stopped to look at the shop windows." "Oh, Grizzel, where have you been?" Prue said, catching her sister by the arm. "I have been so frightened.
Just this once, God. I'm sorry, God; I'll be good if you'll make a miracle. Only this once. I am very, very sorry." The crying began again. "Grizzel!" exclaimed Dick, his fears all vanishing like darkness before light. "How on earth did she get there? She'll be frightened into fits if she sees me." He moved back a little distance and stopped to think.
They were hot and thirsty, and into the minds of four of them crept a suspicion that Grizzel had chosen the better way of spending the time. They could see her sitting on a boulder, her feet in the water and her hands occupied with her crystal, which she was rubbing in a leisurely way on a stone, as one sharpens slate-pencils.
"Miss Grizzel says you have had play enough, and there's a nice fire in the ante-room for you to do your lessons by." "Play!" repeated Griselda indignantly, as she turned to follow the old servant. "Do you call walking up and down the terrace 'play, Dorcas? I mustn't loiter even to pick a flower, if there were any, for fear of catching cold, and I mustn't run for fear of overheating myself.
I love to see a long and faithful attachment rewarded love it! Her tale is the triumph of patience. Far above Grizzel! No woman will be ashamed of pointing to Lady Patterne. You are uncertain? You are in doubt? Let me hear as low as you like. But there is no doubt of the new shifting of the scene? no doubt of the proposal? Dear Mr. Dale! a very little louder.
There was nothing to be done but to wait for twelve o'clock. And, after all, she did not wait for twelve o'clock, for just about half-past eleven, Miss Grizzel's voice was heard calling to her to put on her hat and cloak quickly, and come out to walk up and down the terrace with her. "It is fine just now," said Miss Grizzel, "but there is a prospect of rain before long.
They were in a hurry to get on; so when breakfast was done they pushed the mugs and knives into the hollow of a bush, which Grizzel explained was their storeroom. Later in the day the girls would come back and tidy up; for the present the great thing was to get to the cave as quickly as possible. They had two clear hours before them in which to make their search.
Aunt Mary laughed mischievously at Mollie. "That would be a sermon in stones and no mistake," Major Cambell said, with a smile. "We should require a regular palimpsest to hold them all. Think of Grizzel and all the pies she loves to have her fingers in all those people on their fruit farm for instance, mostly people who have been down on their luck one way or another.
"May she grow up as good, if not quite as beautiful that we could scarcely expect; and may she be longer spared to those that love her," added Miss Grizzel, bending over Griselda, while two or three tears slowly trickled down her aged cheeks. "See, Tabitha, the dear child is fast asleep. How sweet she looks! I trust by to-morrow morning she will be quite herself again: her cold is so much better."
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