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They must be made presentable for supper, too, Moppet and Nate and Methuselah, Methuselah, Nate, and Moppet; brushed and washed and dusted and coaxed and scolded and borne with. There was no end to it. Would there ever be any end to it? Sharley sometimes asked of her weary thoughts. Sharley's life, like the lives of most girls at her age, was one great unanswered question.
"Mother's head will ache, and I can go to church. I will listen to the minister, and I won't plan out my winter dresses in prayer-time. I won't be cross to Moppet, nor shake Methuselah. I will be good. Hal will help me to be good. I shall see him in the morning, in the morning." Sharley's self-knowledge, like the rest of her, was in the bud yet.
Leave it to us, Helena, and the next time we come I'll tell you what we've thought of. I had a good deal of faith in Sharley's cleverness in some things, already, though I can't say that it shone out in speaking French. So I promised to wait to see what she and Vallie thought of. When we went in we told grandmamma that we had been speaking English.
Now it was probably a fact that, as for the matter of hard work, Sharley's life was a sinecure compared to what it would be as the wife of Halcombe Dike. Double your toil into itself, and triple it by the measure of responsibility, and there you have your married life, young girls, beautiful, dim Eden that you have made of it! But there was never an Eden without its serpent, I fancy.
It was quite dark when at last I found myself stumbling up the bit of steep path which lay between the end of the road where Sharley's pony-cart used to wait and our own little garden-gate. If I hadn't known my way so well I could scarcely have found it, but at last my goal was reached. I stood at the door for a moment or two without knocking, to recover my breath, and indeed my wits, a little.
'Sharley's not ill, but mother kept her at home, and we're late because we went first to the telegraph office at Yukes' Yukes is a very tiny village half a mile on the other side of Moor Court, where there is a telegraph office. 'Father's ill, Helena, and I'm afraid he's very ill, for as soon as Dr. Cobbe saw him this morning he said he must telegraph for another doctor to London.
'Oh dear, I thought, 'there's something the matter, and Sharley has come herself to say we can't go. I rushed upstairs, the tears already very near my eyes. 'Granny, granny, I exclaimed, 'the pony-carriage has come and Sharley's there! I'm sure she's come to tell us we can't go. My voice broke down before I could say anything more.
'It's about grandmamma's birthday, I said. 'I do so want to make a plan for it. Sharley's eyes sparkled. She loved making plans, and so did Vallie, who was very quick and bright about everything, while Nan was rather a sleepy little girl, though exceedingly good-natured. I don't think I ever knew her speak crossly. 'I heard something about "fête," said Sharley, 'about fête and grandmamma.
'Is that a nice lady, grandmamma? I said. I do not quite know why I asked about Sharley's mother in that way, for I felt sure she was nice. I think I wanted grandmamma to help me to arrange my ideas a little. 'Very nice, dear, she said. 'Did you not think she spoke very kindly? 'Yes, I did, grandmamma, I replied. I had a rather 'old-fashioned' way of speaking sometimes, I think.
To Sharley's eyes the laboring, crazy locomotive which puffed him asthmatically up to the little depot was a benevolent dragon, if there were such things as benevolent dragons, very horrible, and she was very much afraid of it; but very gracious, and she should like to go out and pat it on the shoulder. The train slackened, jarred, and stopped.
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