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But Maimie was very unwilling to go to bed. "Oh, auntie," she whispered, as her aunt kissed her good night, "I cannot go to sleep!" And then, after a pause, she said, shyly, "Do you think he is badly hurt?" Then the minister's wife, looking keenly into the girl's face, made light of Ranald's misfortune. "Oh, he will be all right," she said, "as far as his hurt is concerned.
"She shall decide," and he passed into his office. All day long Ranald toiled at his desk, leaving himself no time for thought. In the late afternoon Harry came in on his way home. "Thanks, old chap," said Ranald, looking up from his work; "sha'n't be able to come to-night, I am sorry to say." "Not come?" cried Harry. "No, it is impossible." "What rot, and Maimie has waited ten days for you.
O Maimie, he said rapturously, 'do you know why I love you? It is because you are like a beautiful nest. Somehow this made her uneasy. 'I think you are speaking more like a bird than a boy now, she said, holding back, and indeed he was even looking rather like a bird.
We shall find a corner," said Lady Mary, and for half an hour did Ranald discourse to her of the West, and so eloquently that Lady Mary quite forgot that he was a lion and that she had been intrusted with the duty of exhibiting him. By and by Maimie found them. "Now, Lady Mary, you are very selfish, for so many people are wanting to see our hero, and here is the premier wanting to see you."
Indeed, the bare thought of the possibility of his dropping into the flat, semi-nasal of his native land filled the lieutenant with unspeakable horror. "We were just going down to the river," said Maimie, after the introductions were over, "but I suppose it is all old to you, and you would not care to go?" "Aw, charmed, I'm sure."
"Who wants the goose egg?" cried Don, holding it up. "Me!" "me!" "me!" coaxed the girls on every side. "Will you give it to me, Don, for the minister?" said Mrs. Murray. "Oh, yes!" cried Maimie, "and let me fill it." As she spoke, she seized the dipper, and ran for the kettle. "Look out for that fire," cried Don, dropping the egg into its snowbed. He was too late.
At last the brilliant affair was all over, the rice and old boots were thrown, the farewell words spoken, and tears shed, and then the aunts came back to the empty and disordered house. "Well, I am glad for Maimie," said Aunt Frank; "it is a good match." "Dear Maimie," replied Aunt Murray, with a gentle sigh, "I hope she will be happy." "After all it is much better," said Aunt Frank.
Let's ask some of the boys, and your aunt, and my mother, and some of the girls." "Oh, shucks!" said Ranald, angrily. "You just want Marget Aird." "You get out!" cried Don, indignantly; "Marget Aird!" Then, after a pause, he added, "All right, I don't want anybody else. I'll look after Mrs. Murray, and you and Maimie can do what you like."
"Hang up your hat, Captain De Lacy, then go in and find a chair while I run upstairs," cried Maimie, gayly. "You must learn your way about here now." "No," said De Lacy, in a low, distinct voice. "I can wait no longer, Maimie." She looked at him a moment as if in fear. "Come," he said, holding out his hands to her. "There was no chance in the park, and I can wait no longer." Slowly she came near.
They always build in the eaves of the houses where they lived when they were humans, and sometimes they try to fly in at a nursery window, and perhaps that is why Peter loves them best of all the birds. And the little house? The fairies build the house merely because it is so pretty, but Peter rides round in memory of Maimie and because he still loves to do just as he believes real boys would do.
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