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But still she sobbed and there was no answer. "Look here," he said. "Tell me plainly if I have been the cause of this." "No; oh, no," she sobbed, again hiding her eyes with her hands. "Very weel, then," he went on. "Will you no' tell me what is wrong? I canna understand it unless you tell me. Are you in ony trouble o' ony kind? Speak, Mysie."
Rundell, mind you, has been that guid to her too, givin' her her caps an' aprons, an' whiles buyin' her a bit dress length forby, an' she gi'ed her boots and slippers, an' a whole lot o' ither things to tak' hame for the bairns things that were owre wee for the weans at Rundell Hoose but were quite guid to wear. My, it's awfu'! Isn't it?" "Mysie Maitland!" exclaimed Mrs. Sinclair in astonishment.
The offer was gladly accepted; and Clarissa, a merry little romp, about twelve years old, soon made her appearance, armed with a pickaxe, hoe, and basket. Thus laden, and in the teeth of a shrewd northeast wind, the little barefooted pioneer led the way directly over the brow of a cliff, which, had Mysie been alone, she would have pronounced entirely impracticable.
"The wind has surely gane doon noo," Mysie heard her mother observe, as she spread out the clean white sheet upon the bed. "Ay, it seems to hae quietened," returned Matthew weakly. "It has been an awfu' nicht, and gey wild." "Ay, it has that. Peety ony puir body that has been oot in it," said her mother, with a deep sigh, as she folded back the blankets.
'Exactly, said Lady Merrifield, delighted, and longing to laugh. 'But that was the worst of it, said Mysie, sadly; 'he was so nice that I said all sorts of things I didn't mean or ought to have said.
Girls like Mysie Merrifield and Phyllis Devereux thought sitting up to converse a propensity peculiar to themselves, and to their own age, of new experiences and speculations; but the two "old girls," whose experiences were not new, and whose speculations had a certain material foundation, they were equally fascinating.
"Perhaps it was 'The Whole Family, Tom?" I suggested, meekly. "Come to think of it," admitted Tom, "it must have been 'The Happy Family. Get your things on, Mysie, and we'll get out of this inhuman place." I held my head as high as I could when I came back through the lobby, with a stout chambermaid carrying my suit-case.
Halfpenny, who did not like to have to separate Mysie's clothes from the rest after they were packed, rather favoured this naughtiness by observing: 'The old blue merino might stay at home. Miss Mysie would be too set up to wear that among her fine folk. Set her up, that she should have all the treats, while her own Miss Gillian was turned over to the auld aunties!
He doubled back, as the two figures turned in the direction of the copse the resolve in his mind to go back and forcibly tear Mysie from this unknown stranger. He would fight for her. She was his, and he was prepared to assert his right of possession before all the world.
She could not even mention it to Mysie, lest the dread should become a reality by being uttered. So no more passed on the subject till it became necessary to take her outfit in hand, and he also wished to take her to Beechcroft, that the old family home which he regarded with fresh tenderness might be impressed on her memory.
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