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It does not seem fair that the Fords should be blamed for making statements about you that, perhaps, the squire put into their heads." "Dorothy Dale, you would make a first class lawyer, and when you want a job at it I will engage you to defend my case. But I do not see how I am to keep all that momsey. It would be so good to have father back at a desk again.
Nan began to feel some depression, and to remember more keenly that Momsey and Papa Sherwood were flying easterly just as fast as an express train could take them. It was cold, too. A keen, penetrating wind seemed to search through the streets. Uncle Henry said it came from the lake. He beckoned to a taxicab driver, and Nan's trunk was found and strapped upon the roof.
There was a look of joy and happiness on her face; and yet it was not such as would come after a separation of four years. It was as if she had only separated from her loved ones a few hours before. "Oh, Daddy! Momsey!" she cried. "I did so want you! And did you bring Estelle Brown?" "My little girl! My own little lost girl!" cried Mrs. Passamore.
Uncle Henry was so short of ready money himself that he could not assume the mortgage if Raffer undertook to foreclose. "Oh, dear me! If Momsey would only write to me that she is really rich," thought Nan, "I'd beg her for the money.
It will be pleasanter to fix up after the operation," said Mrs. White. "But I say, momsey," called Nat after her as she went upstairs, "you wouldn't suggest a 'Riley, would you?" "Nathaniel White, if you dare get that girl's hair cut in any but the most lady-like fashion I'll disinherit you!" "Shadows of the poorhouse! Don't! I'll make the fellow trim it with a butter knife. Come along, children.
The soft snow impeded the cat and, snarling still, she whirled around and around like a pinwheel to beat a firmer foundation from which to make her final spring at her victim. Nan, crouching, put her mittened hands before her face. She saw no chance for escape and could not bear to see the vicious beast leap at her again. "Momsey! Papa Sherwood!" she thought, rather than breathed aloud.
But Nan was deep in her own letter from Momsey, and here follows the part of it dealing with this wonderful news which had so excited all three of the girls: "Your new friend, Rhoda, must be a very lovely girl, and I want you to bring her home to Tillbury the day school closes. I know she must be a nice girl by the way her mother writes me.
We are going to be very well off for the rest of our lives, and I cannot be thankful enough for it." At that Mr. Sherwood literally threw up his hands. "Nevertheless," he said, "I expect to go to Chicago next Monday, to begin work in the machine shop. The boss writes me that I can come at that time." "I will get your clothes ready for you, Robert," said Momsey calmly.
I guess we've both had enough skating for tonight." Bess wiped away her tears and clung to Nan's hand all the way to their usual corner for separating. Nan ran home from there quickly and burst into the kitchen to find Momsey and Papa Sherwood in the midst of a very serious conference.
Sherwood's died, leaving her some property in Scotland. But it was necessary for her to appear personally before the Scotch courts to obtain Hughie Blake's fortune. Circumstances were such, however, that her parents could not take Nan with them. It was a hard blow to the girl; but she was plucky and ready to accept the determination of Momsey and Papa Sherwood.
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