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I see 'Blake' printed in the corner. Didn't your father have an uncle or somebody, who was steward on the estate of a Scotch Laird of some renown?" "Heck, mon!" cried Momsey, with her usual gaiety, and throwing off the cloud of gloom that had momentarily subdued her spirit. "Ye air a wise cheil.
Could she have run to Momsey for comfort it would have helped, Oh, how much! "I am a silly," Nan told herself at last, warmly. "But I cannot help it. Oh, dear! Where can Beulah have gone?"
Joyce had ushered in from the kitchen so unexpectedly. "Henry Sherwood!" gasped Momsey, half rising herself in her surprise and delight. "Why!" cried Nan, "it's the bear-man!" for Mr. Henry Sherwood wore the great fur coat and cap that he had worn the evening before when he had come to Nan's aid in rescuing the boy from Norway Pond.
Nan could say "Goodbye" only very hastily to Bess Harley and her other school friends. Her school had to be broken off at a bad time in the year, but there was the prospect of a change in Nan's method of education the next fall. Momsey and Papa Sherwood took the train east an hour before Nan and Uncle Henry boarded that for Chicago.
The thought of deserting the little cottage on Amity Street was a dreadful shock. "We must face that possibility," said her mother firmly. "It may be. Tillbury will see very hard times now that the mills are closed. Other mills and shops will follow suit." "Quite true, Momsey," agreed the husband and father. "I am a very logical person, am I not?" said the smiling little lady.
"If it was not quite impossible, do you think for a moment, daughter, that we would contemplate leaving you at home?" queried Mr. Sherwood, his own voice trembling. "It, it seems impossible!" gasped Nan, "just as though it couldn't be. I won't know what to do without you, my dears. And what will you do without me?" That seemed to be unanswerable, and it quite broke Momsey down.
So Nan giggled and swallowed back her sobs. Surely, if Momsey could present a cheerful face to this family calamity, she could! The girl ran her slim fingers into the thick mane of her mother's coiled hair, glossy brown hair through which only a few threads of white were speckled. "Your head feels hot, Momsey," she said anxiously. "Does it ache?" "A wee bit, honey," confessed Mrs. Sherwood.
I've learned to brush her hair just as you used to brush it. I'm going to be every bit like you when I get big. Come on in!" With this sort of welcome Nan Sherwood could scarcely do less than enjoy herself during the week they remained in Tillbury. Inez, the waif, had become Inez, the home-body. She was the dearest little maid, so Momsey said, that ever was. And how happy she appeared to be!
Her old uncle and aunt are the proper folks to take care of her. What do you say yourself, young lady?" Nan had liked the big man from the very beginning. She was a sensible child, too. She saw that she must settle this matter herself, for it was too hard a question for either Momsey or Papa Sherwood to decide.
"There's Mrs. Grimes' boarding house around the corner?" suggested Nan. Momsey shuddered. "Never! Never! My little girl in a boarding house. Oh, Papa Sherwood! We must find somebody to care for her while we are away, who loves Nan." And it was just here that a surprisingly gruff voice took up the matter and decided it in a moment. "That's me," said the voice, with conviction.
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