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Updated: June 29, 2025
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday the family fared richly, and the household jogged along somehow, but on Friday morning Dr. Maybright suddenly surprised his girls by telling them that unexpected business would call him to London immediately. He could not possibly return before Monday, but he would get a certain Dr. Strong to see after his patients, and would start for town by the mid-day train.
Her brow cleared. "Thank you for reminding me, Nell," she said, in her natural voice, and for a moment later she was knocking at the Doctor's study door. "Come in," he said. And when the untidy head and somewhat neglected person of his second daughter appeared, Dr. Maybright walked towards her. "I am going out, Polly, do you want me?" he said. "Yes, it won't take a minute," said Polly, eagerly.
Maybright was often absent from home all day long, sometimes also in the dead of night the children heard his carriage wheels as they bowled away on some errand of mercy. Polly always thought of her father as a sort of angel of healing, who came here, there, and everywhere, and took illness and death away with him.
I was angry with Polly Maybright; I stole her little sister away, and now she's dead. I am so terrified at what I have done that I never can be afraid of anything else. You need not stare so at me, girl; whoever you are I'm not afraid of you." Maggie had now found an old bottle to stick her candle into. "I am Miss Polly's little kitchen-maid, Maggie Ricketts," she replied.
She stopped dishing up the potatoes, wiped her brow, and turned to look at her daughter, with a slow expression of admiration in her gaze. "Eh," she continued, "you has a way about you, Mag, with all your contrariness. Miss Polly Maybright thinks a sight on you, Mag; seems to me as if maybe she'd adopt you, and turn you into a real lady. My word, I have read of such things in story-books."
"Welcome" smiled down from the enormous wreath, and shone on the features of each Maybright as the Doctor opened the door of the carriage, and helped a tall, slender girl, and a little boy in a black velvet suit, to get out. "Our travelers are very hungry, Polly," he said, "and and very tired. Yes, I see you have prepared things nicely for them.
Maybright I mean just do nothing at all but read to him and look for him manage so that he should know everything just through my eyes. Can I do it? If I can, I will." "But, Flower, you are not father's daughter," said Polly in an almost offended tone. "You speak, Flower you speak as if he were all the world to you." "So he is all the world to me!" said Flower.
Mother was never idle, and yet she was always at leisure, and so she managed to obtain the confidences of all the children; she thoroughly understood each individual character, and she led her small brood with silken reins. Dr. Maybright was a great deal older than his wife. He was a tall man, still very erect in his figure, with square shoulders, and a keen, bright, kindly face.
Poor little girl! she has managed to captivate us all, but I should not be surprised if she turned out more difficult and troublesome to manage than the whole of my seven daughters put together." As Flower and David had been sent from Australia especially to be under the care and guidance of Mrs. Maybright, the Doctor felt more and more uncertain as to the expediency of keeping the children.
She has some reason for this, but she will explain everything to her sister Nell, won't you, darling?" The child's lips were trembling, and her eyes filling with tears. "There's no use in my going away with you, Helen," she replied, steadily. "I am willing Aunt Maria should punish me, but I can't tell because I'm a Maybright. It would be telling a lie to say what I know.
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