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"Now, father," she said, eagerly, "about the housekeeping? I'm all prepared shall we go into the subject now?" Dr. Maybright sighed, and with an effort roused himself out of a reverie which was becoming very painful. "My little girl," he said, pushing back the tumbled hair from Polly's sunshiny face.
The little Maybrights were not addicted to indoor life, and as a rule their gay, shrill voices might have been heard echoing all over the old place long after sunset. Not so this evening; the place was almost too still; there was no rush of eager steps in the hall, and no clamor of gay little voices without. Dr. Maybright felt a slight chill; he could not account for it.
Did you ever hear Polly Maybright speak of an aunt of hers, a Mrs. Cameron?" Mrs. Ricketts, whose back was half turned to Flower while she shut and locked the box out of which she had taken the precious nine-and-fourpence-halfpenny, now sprang to her feet, and began to speak in a tone of great excitement. "Did I hear of her?" she exclaimed.
The children are as well as such poor neglected lambs could be expected to be." Dr. Maybright raised his eyebrows very slightly. "I was not aware they were neglected," he said. "I am sorry they strike you so. I also have a little natural antipathy to hearing children compared to sheep. But where are they?
Maybright was about to leave the room when Polly called him back. "Father, I must say one thing. I have been in a dreadful, dreadful dream since mother died. The most dreadful part of my dream, the blackest part, was about you." "Yes, Polly, yes, dear." "You were there, father, and you let her die." Dr. Maybright put his arm round the trembling child, and drew her and the baby too close to him.
The Doctor walked to the door as he spoke, and opened it courteously. "Come in, Johnson," he said, to a ruddy-faced farmer, who was accompanied by a shy boy with a swelled face. "Come in; glad to see you, my friend. Is Tommy's toothache better?" Alice said afterwards that she never felt smaller in her life than when Dr. Maybright opened the study door to show her out.
And all might have gone according to Polly's programme, and to this day that glorious feast in the attic might have remained a secret in the private annals of the house of Maybright, but for that untoward thing which I am about to tell.
"But I have an objection," replied Dr. Maybright. "Even Polly's experiment must not cost me a valuable servant. Mrs. Power, I have promised my little girl, and I feel more than convinced that her week's trial will ensure to you the freedom you desire and deserve in the future. Listen, I have a plan. Suppose you go for a week's holiday on Monday?" "Oh, my word, sir!
But they both hung about his neck and kissed him, and when Dr. Maybright drove away that afternoon on his usual round of visits, his heart felt comparatively light, and he owned to himself that those girls of his, with all their eccentricities, were a great comfort to him.
They calmed her great sorrow, and in many ways left her a different child. On a certain sunny morning in August, four or five weeks after Mrs. Maybright's death, six girls stood round Dr. Maybright in his study. They were all dressed in deep mourning, but it was badly made and unbecoming, and one and all looked untidy, and a little run to seed. Their ages were as varied as their faces.
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