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It was on a hill, and the view from the front looked over a lovely expanse of buttercup meadows, and the river beyond. Bobby's little face looked solemn for his years as he turned and faced his aunt. 'It's a beautiful place. Miss Robsart's sister will be able to paint her trees again. I fink, Aunt Is'bel, you'll be filling us too full of happiness.
'Oh Aunt Is'bel, we're so glad to come! 'And Bobby hasn't cried a tear since dad went away, for we mean to be so happy. 'That is splendid, my darling! Come along in and see some changes we have made, and then Bobby shall take us to the nursery and tell us how he likes it, and whether he thinks Margot will be happy in it. Bobby looked about him with eager delighted eyes.
Bobby was in the seventh heaven of delight, and when he went to bed he confided to Nobbles, 'I even feel, Nobbles dear, that I wouldn't mind if me and you wented back to the House, for with Master Mortimer and Lady Is'bel there, we shouldn't have to step on tiptoes any more.
'It's a plan with a piece left out, and it isn't finished till it's putted in. Curly must be in our plan, father dear. 'He may be in yours, but not in Lady Isobel's, I think, said Mr. Allonby. 'We'll make a confab with Lady Is'bel about him when we get to her house, suggested True. 'I believe she'll find a way to have him. Bobby cheered up at once. 'I believe she will. We'll ask her.
'I'm sure you oughtn't to, said True; 'he's just a stick. Bobby shook his head. 'I loves you, Aunt Is'bel, and Master Mortimer, and True, but Nobbles comed to me first, and I couldn't stop loving him. He's a kind of part of me, you see, and ev'ryfing I does he does too. 'He's only a stick, repeated True. 'Who saved father's life? said Bobby with sudden warmth.
And he's come from India, and we're asked to the wedding, and Lady Is'bel will be here to see us tomorrow. Isn't it all puffickly splendid! 'And we thought you might give us cake for tea, please, said Mr. Egerton, with twinkling eyes. 'Oh, whispered True to Bobby, 'he's the most 'licious man I've ever seen! And Bobby nodded emphatically to such a statement.
'You have to get a nice white frock from Jesus, went on Bobby, pleased with his role as teacher. 'He washes your dirty one in His blood. You know, when He died on the cross, that's how He shed His blood. And it turns all dirty things white and clean. Lady Is'bel teached me it did. 'I don't believe Jesus Christ really washes frocks, said True. 'I've never heard He does.
'My old nurse telled me that once. He loves ev'rybodies and all alike, doesn't he, Aunt Is'bel? Then without waiting for her to reply he proceeded: 'I try to love ev'rybodies alike, but I love God first, and then my father. 'And who next? asked True curiously. 'I finks, said Bobby, hesitating, 'truthfully, I finks I loves Nobbles next best.
Bobby looked sorely perplexed. 'Lady Is'bel teached it to me out of the Talian Bible. "Blessed are they that wash their robes in the blood of the Lamb, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in frough the gates into the City." That's my tex', I know it is. Mrs. Allonby smiled at his disconsolate face. 'It is another version, Bobby. 'But isn't it true? he questioned.
I don't think I could sit on the pavement and paint pictures, so I must hope that some day I may be able to get to my beloved hills and trees and water again. Those are what I paint best, and I cannot get them in London. 'Lady Is'bel can paint picshers of gates and angels and heaven, said Bobby. And then he began to describe the golden gates, and Miss Robsart listened with amused interest.
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