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The big, patent range glistened with polish, and its nickel-work was rubbed till it reflected like a mirror. "Welcome, my dear!" said Aunt Kate again. "I hope you will be happy while you stay with us." Happy! With Momsey and Papa Sherwood on the ocean, and the "little dwelling in amity" closed and deserted? Nan feared she would break down and cry.
Nan had leaned over her mother's shoulder, big-eyed, scarce believing the plainly written words she read. It was preposterous, ridiculous, fanciful, a dream from which she must awake in a moment to the full realization of their dreadful need of just such a godsend as this. It was her father's voice that roused the girl. He had not seen the letter and Momsey had read it silently to herself.
The little family in the Amity street cottage had never been separated for more than a day since she could remember. It was going to be hard on Momsey, with Papa Sherwood away and Nan in school all day. How were they going to get along without Papa Sherwood coming home to supper, and doing the hard chores? Bess awoke her chum from these dreams. "Dear me, Nan!
"I'm afraid there isn't any real good word to be brought from outside tonight, Momsey," she confessed, coming back to stand by her mother's chair. "Can that be possible, Daughter!" said Mrs. Sherwood, with her low, caressing laugh. "Has the whole world gone wrong?" "Well, I missed in two recitations and have extras to make up, in the first place," rejoined Nan ruefully. "And what else?"
She read the neatly printed card in the corner of the foreign envelope: KELLAM & BLAKE HADBORNE CHAMBERS EDINBURGH Mrs. Sherwood was whispering her maiden name over to herself. She looked up suddenly at her husband with roguish eyes. "I'd almost forgotten there ever was such a girl as Jessie Adair Blake," she said. "Oh, Momsey!" squealed Nan, with clasped hands and immense impatience.
"Hey, Hen!" cried the station master, waving a yellow paper. "Here's a telegraph despatch for you." It was really for Nan, and from Papa Sherwood filed just before the Afton Castle sailed from New York: "Momsey and papa send love and kisses. Be cheerful and good. Write often. We think of you always. Kind wishes for Henry, Kate and boys. We look forward to fair voyage and safe landing.
"Goodness, Momsey! What a reckless creature you are," laughed Mr. Sherwood. "Waste our precious time in such employment, and in the dead of winter, too?" "Now, Papa Sherwood, I don't mean that kind of fishing at all!" cried the little woman gaily. "We are going to fish for employment for you, perhaps for a new home." "Oh!" gasped Nan.
There had been presents, of course, and in the giving and accepting of these Nan had found much pleasure and excitement especially when she found a box of beautiful new clothes for her big doll, all made in Scotland by "Momsey," who knew just how precious Beautiful Beulah was in her daughter's eyes. With all her work and play at Lakeview Hall, Nan Sherwood had not forgotten Beulah.
Marie in a barrel, and he reckoned the barrel burst open." Nan was much amused by this story, as she was by others that the old lumberman related. He was full of dry sayings and his speech had many queer twists to it. His bluff, honest way delighted the girl, although he was so different from Papa Sherwood. As Momsey had said, Uncle Henry's body had to be big to contain his heart.
At that, for it was not a hearty laugh and Momsey's eyes glistened, if Nan had not given her promise, "black and blue," to Rhoda, she would have excused herself and not gone to Rose Ranch at all. She knew that Momsey was lonely. But Mrs. Sherwood did not mean to spoil her daughter's enjoyment. And the opportunity to see this distant part of the country was too good to be neglected.
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