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Bhaer found her wits, bade Nursey see to the burnt boys, and sent Franz and Silas down-stairs for some tubs of wet clothes which she flung on the bed, over the carpet, and up against the curtains, now burning finely, and threatening to kindle the walls.
I has got a weight on my mind. It's a secret, and you ought to know. Send for me quick, 'cos I want change of air. Pen." "I never wrote a queerer letter," said nurse; "and from the looks of you there seems to be truth in it. You certainly don't look well." "You will send it, nursey?" asked Pen, trembling with excitement. "Yes, child; you have dictated it to me, and it shall go by the post.
There! you have got a rent already in your new frock. Now what do you want?" "May I be a schoolroom little girl in the future?" "What are you now?" "Nursey says I'm nursery. But I don't want to be nursery; I want to stay always with my own good Aunty Sophy. That is what I want. May I be a schoolroom child?" "In the first place, you are not to call me 'aunty. I am Aunt Sophia to you.
I cannot have my boys hurt by your bad example, nor my time wasted in talking to deaf ears, so you can say good-bye to them all, and tell Nursey to put up your things in my little black bag." "Oh! sir, where is he going?" cried Nat. "To a pleasant place up in the country, where I sometimes send boys when they don't do well here. Mr. "Will he ever come back?" asked Demi.
As soon as Terry saw Nursey's keen brown eyes looking at her through the familiar little glass windows once more, she felt her remorse slip away from her, and her liberty return. "Nursey is able to take care of herself now," she thought, "and I have nothing to do. I wish I cared about reading, but I don't.
"Do stop, Nursey, or I shall go crazy because I don't know the secret!" cried Effie, more than once; and she kept her eye on the clock, for at seven in the evening the surprise was to come off.
"Am I pale, nursey, or am I a rosy sort of little girl?" "You are a sunburnt, healthy-looking little child, with no beauty to fash about," was nurse's blunt response. "Am I healthy-looking?" "Of course you are, Miss Pen. Be thankful to the Almighty for it, and don't worry me." Pen stuck out her tongue, made a hideous face at nurse, and darted from the room.
So Nursey told her best tales; and when at last the child lay down under her lace curtains, her head was full of a curious jumble of Christmas elves, poor children, snow-storms, sugarplums, and surprises. So it is no wonder that she dreamed all night; and this was the dream, which she never quite forgot. She found herself sitting on a stone, in the middle of a great field, all alone.
The rule in Trimleston House with regard to these necessary articles was that Granny's cast-off spectacles fell to Nancy, who was younger than her mistress, and who was nicely suited by glasses that had ceased to be powerful enough for Madam. "Has Granny none to give you, Nursey?" asked Terry, with repentant eyes fixed on Nancy's small brown orbs so deeply set in wrinkles. "No, child, no.
Was Nancy not going to tell Granny that it was she, Terry, who had got her that egg for her breakfast? When the nursery meal appeared, Terry rushed forth her grievance. "Oh, Nursey, you never told Granny who got her that egg! And after all the trouble I took!"
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