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Andersen went to the carriage with them, and said he should surely call when he returned from Philadelphia. Daisy leaned her head down on her mother's shoulder. She was more tired than she would admit. Hanny's eyes were like stars, and her brain was still filled with wonderful melodies and light airy figures trooping to the ravishing sounds, the shimmering light and sparkle.
Hanny's intensity of thought had no experience to shape or restrain it. All the girls had liked Charles, perhaps if there had been several boys and spasms of jealousy between the girls, she might have been roused to a more correct idea. But though they had made him the father, a lover had been quite outside of their simple category. Margaret came down presently.
"We are all very proud of him that he has kept his faculties, and we want him to live an even hundred years." The old man smiled and shook his head slowly. He took Hanny's hand, and his was as soft as a baby's. He said he was very glad to see them both; he and their father had been talking over old times and relationships. His voice had a pretty foreign sound.
And it seemed to them as if the world was quite full of famous people then. For beside Cooper and Irving, there were Prescott's splendid histories, that were full of romance. And for story-writers, Miss Leslie, who was entertaining magazine-readers, and Miss Sedgwick and Lydia Maria Child. Then there was Hanny's favourite Mrs. Osgood, Alice Carey, and Mrs.
Hanny squeezed her hand. The throng of children ran over the grassy path from the shop; and they all began to clamour that Polly and Janey should come up Saturday and go crabbing with them. Mrs. Odell said she'd see, if they could get their work done in time. There was a hubbub of good-byes, and the small cavalcade started down the road. The city by the sea sung itself in Hanny's brain.
He was so merry, laughing at the least little thing, and chattering away in his baby language, with a few words now and then in good English. And, oh, delight! his hair curled all over his head, and had a golden gleam to it. Certainly, as a baby, he was a tremendous success. But the crowning point of this May was Hanny's birthday party. She was twelve years old.
But he admitted that Hanny's pretty edgings and tidies were quite wonderful. "I thought the Germans must have brought the knowledge to the country," she said. "How long have you known it?" "Oh, since my boyhood," and he gave a smile. "I heard a very old man say once that Noah set his sons to work in the Ark making fishing-nets. Perhaps Mrs.
Hanny looked very sweet and pretty in her pink lawn and white apron. Her hair was braided in the two tails that every little girl wore who had not curly hair. On grand occasions, Hanny's was put in curl-papers, and it made very nice ringlets, though it was still a sort of flaxen brown. But then she was fair, rather pale a good deal of the time. She flushed very easily though.
And there was Frederica Bremer, a Swedish novelist, whose "Home or Family Cares and Family Joys" was Hanny's delight. And Irving was ever new and bright. "Salmagundi" always amused her father so much. The recent and delightful stories were the talk of every one. Daisy was not such a ravenous reader. She was quite taken up with painting, and had done some very nice work in water-colours.
You are not allowed to stay out after dark." "Are they printed in blue? And you don't mean to stay out after dark, do you, Ben?" Hanny's expression was so simply honest they all laughed, which rather disconcerted her. "It is because you feel pretty blue when you have to obey them; and Jersey is out of the United States." "It just isn't, Mr. Jim!" cried Hanny, indignantly.
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