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Linton always gave into Norah's care, and of course Brownie's gifts, besides the nearer and dearer excitement of the breakfast table. To the latter she attended first, scattering parcels at each plate before any one else arrived on the scene. Then she raced off, just escaping in the hall Jim, who immediately put his hands behind him and began to whistle with great carelessness.
Some little time had elapsed since she had seen the sisters and spoken to them. The inquiries she addressed to one of the female servants only elicited the information that they were both in their rooms. She delayed her return to the mother's bedside to say her parting words of comfort to the daughters, before she left them for the night. Norah's room was the nearest.
The tree in the corner by the window bore melancholy witness to Mammy Belle's lack of ability in that line, but under Norah's fingers it began at once to revive. They were in the midst of the dressing, Mammy Belle looking on in delight, when there was a ring at the door, and of all persons, who should it be but Mr. Goodman with a large package under his arm!
Had you been lost, it would have broken Norah's heart, and my poor father's too for, sick as he is, he couldn't have borne it. I must go and tell them how it all happened they'll think more of you than ever but I'm very glad Norah wasn't on deck, for she would have felt as I did, and been terribly alarmed."
Never might Norah's influence have achieved such good as on the day when that influence was lost the day when the fatal words were overheard at Miss Garth's the day when the fatal letter from Scotland told of Mrs. Lecount's revenge. The harm was done; the chance was gone. Time and Hope alike had both passed her by.
There were drifts of fallen leaves all about, and I scuffled through them drearily, trying to feel gloomy, and old, and useless, and failing because of the tang in the air, and the red-and-gold wonder of the frost-kissed leaves, and the regular pump-pump of good red blood that was coursing through my body as per Norah's request.
"Don't be absurd," said Norah, over her shoulder, and went on playing. "I never was more serious in my life, good folkses all. I've got to be. This butterfly existence has gone on long enough. Norah, and Max, and Mr. Doctor Man, I am going away." Norah's hands crashed down on the piano keys with a jangling discord. She swung about to face me. "Not New York again, Dawn! Not New York!"
She made her way among the trees quickly, keeping to the line of the creek. Presently she sat down on a moss-grown stump and thought deeply. The Hermit had been pretty constantly in Norah's mind since the troopers had been scouring the district in their search for the Winfield murderer.
But the four people from Billabong stood silently, glad of each other's nearness, but with no words, and in David Linton's heart and Norah's was a great surge of thankfulness that, out of many perils, they were bringing their boys safely home.
The three sat forward in their chairs in attitudes of tense waiting. I resolved that if err I must it should be on the side of safety. I turned to sister Norah. "How am I feeling anyway, Norah?" I guardedly inquired. Norah's face was a study. "Why Dawn dear," she said, sugar-sweet, "no doubt you know better than I. But I'm sure that you are wonderfully improved almost your old self, in fact.
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