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A little later Miss Smithson shook hands with Suzanna's father, murmuring something conventional about his being fortunate in the possession of such an interesting family. Then she was gone. The children, bidding father good-bye, hastened on home. They burst into the house, anxious to tell mother all about the meeting with Miss Smithson. Mrs. Procter listened interestedly.
He was a smiling, happy baby and crowed with delight when his mother allowed him a cracker and a cup of milk. "Shall we play games?" asked Suzanna next, when just at the moment the sound of wheels was heard and shortly there came into sight a low carriage drawn by the two prosperous, fat brown horses, and seated in the carriage was Suzanna's Eagle Man. Suzanna darted out into the road.
The breezes fanned their cheeks with delicate, fragrant breath; the birds sang overhead, or flew gaily about, adding harmony and color to the atmosphere. And yet, to Suzanna's horror the baby, apparently quite insensible to all the beauty and totally oblivious of the gratitude due the Eagle Man, soon fell fast asleep, engagingly sucking his fat thumb.
"Haven't you a brother or a sister?" in a moment she asked softly. "No one," said the little lady. "Oh, then," said Suzanna pityingly, as a dire thought came to her, "there's no one to call you by your first name!" And then the old lady lowered her hands and looked into Suzanna's face. "No one," she said sadly, "and it's such a pretty name, Drusilla. It's many long years since I was called that."
"It's a rose blossom. And when I recite in it on the last day of school my heart will be a butterfly sipping honey from the flower." "I thought it was only a pale pink lawn at ten cents a yard," said Maizie. She spoke somewhat timidly now, fearful of Suzanna's scorn. "You think everything is just what it is," answered Suzanna reproachfully.
Procter admitted, "but I'm particularly tired this morning. The baby was very restless last night." "If you were like Mrs. Martin on the other side of the town," said Suzanna as she rose from the table and began to gather up the dishes, while Peter escaped into the yard, "who has only one little girl, you wouldn't be kept awake." Suzanna's eyes were widely questioning.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to Suzanna's face and rested there. For pictured there in place of depression, self-pity, troubling self-consciousness, she found sparkle and joy. Miss Smithson gasped in astonishment and relief. With perfect abandon Suzanna moved through the dance; she seemed as one quite set apart from her companions; and so she was.
Suzanna at once loved that ring, not because it was a piece of jewelry, but because it did look like a stray moonbeam that the rain had fallen on. "And who may you be?" asked the old lady at once. Now something about her hostess called out all of Suzanna's colorful imagination. She felt an instant response to this personality. "I am a princess, the Princess Cecilia," she answered promptly.
Suzanna's eyes grew like stars, Maizie wrung her hands in a very eloquence of prayer as she awaited her mother's answer; Peter just stared, speech stricken from him; Mabel turned in her toes in her agony. The baby only was unconcerned. Finally Mrs. Procter answered: "We'll be very glad to, I'm sure, Mr. Massey." And in less time than it takes to tell, Mrs.
Suzanna's companionship was promised for long days to come; he knew her eye for beauty hidden from others; her quaint speech. And then, too, a new relationship had come to pass between himself and his mother. Between them an understanding that made him glow. It seemed but a moment before they were all together in the train.
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