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Updated: June 23, 2025
And Auntie Nannie's love and pride had brought him to this chamber of torture! The night was calm enough outside; but it seemed to lie dead within that room, so quiet was it and so still. There was a clock, but it did not go; and there was a cage for a bird, but no bird pecked in it, Philip thought he heard a knocking at the door of the house. Nobody answered it, so he rang for the maid.
"It is my first Christmas present to you; but I hope it won't be the last." Nannie's heart beat so that she could almost hear it. "Oh, thank you," she said breathlessly; "they're so beautiful." But she did not know how rare they were, nor how expensive until she wore them in Mary's room that night. "Where did you get them, Nannie?" "Mr. Knox gave them to me."
'How well old Nannie's text has fitted into your life! said Gwen, musing: "Trust in the Lord, and do good, . . . and verily thou shalt be fed." You have proved that promise true, for you are the only one of us all that is provided for life. I think we have all been cared for so far, said Agatha quietly.
They had almost reached Nannie's before David said that that he was afraid he would have to go away a month before he had planned. When he was most in earnest, his usual brevity of speech fell into a curtness that might have seemed, to one who did not know him, indifference.
He started hurriedly; once he broke into a run, then checked himself with the reminder that he was a fool. As he drew near her uncle's house, he began to defend himself against disappointment: "She's at Nannie's. Why did I waste time coming here? I know she is at Nannie's!" Robert Ferguson's house was dark, except for streaks of light under the blinds of the library windows.
And he was so jolly that every one had a good time and lots of ice cream cheese to eat, and they all thought Nannie's shoes, and the button-ball buttons, were just fine. And if the ham sandwich doesn't tickle the cream puff under the chin and make it laugh so all the chocolate drops off the cocoanut pudding, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the red spots.
Then they scooped holes in the turf walls, inside to leeward, outside to windward, and taking live peats from the hearth, put them in the holes. A few minutes, and poor Nannie's "holy and beautiful house" was a great fire. When they began to apply the peats, Alister would at once have taken the old woman away, but he dreaded an outbreak, and lingered.
When he came to Nannie the next morning, he was still deeply absorbed; and when she put something into his hands and said it was from his mother, he suddenly wept. They had respected Nannie's desire to be alone that night, but it was nearly twelve before she was really left to herself, and the house was silent.
"Nonsense!" Elizabeth cried out impatiently. But Nannie's tears touched her. "Nannie, I can't see him, and I won't; but I'll come and see you when he is not there." At which Nannie flared again.
"And the one who gets the thimble will work for a living, and the one who gets the money will be rich, isn't that it?" asked Judy, as she stuck the knife in. "Oh, it seems a shame to cut it, Perkins. It is so pretty." Launcelot found the thimble in his slice, the money a tiny gold dollar was in Nannie's, while to Judy came the turquoise ring.
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