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It had been a prearranged pact among the young Westleys not to greet the little stranger with any show of eagerness. Tibby welcomed the suggestion. "Oh let's!" she cried. It was at that moment that Pepperpot had barked his disapproval of the weather-worn lions. Graham and Gyp gave a shout of delight. "Look! Look a dog! Hurray!" "Maybe now mother will have to let us keep him," Graham added.
He saw again he was never quite free from the sight the solemn little white-frocked girl who had died long ago in the Spring. It may have been the thought of the Neuk Hydropathic, or more likely the thin clean scent of the daffodils with which Tibby had decked the table, but long ere breakfast was finished the Great Plan had ceased to be an airy vision and become a sober well-masoned structure.
All our readers have heard and sung of "Tibby Fowler o' the glen;" but they may not all be aware that the glen referred to lies within about four miles of Berwick.
We could scarcely think of anything before then." "The earlier the nicer, Henry. Females are not supposed to say such things, but the earlier the nicer." "How about September for us too?" he asked, rather dryly. "Right. Shall we go into Ducie Street ourselves in September? Or shall we try to bounce Helen and Tibby into it? That's rather an idea.
They seemed to her this awkward, thin, dark-skinned girl whom Uncle Johnny had called Gyp, the tall, roguish-faced boy, and little Tibby, whose straight braids were black like Gyp's and whose eyes were violet-blue more wonderful than anything she had seen along the way; they were, indeed, the "best of all."
Apple Charlotte was to follow, which spoils by waiting. "Do you mind Mrs. Martlett coming in?" he asked, "or shall I take it from her at the door?" "Could I bathe my eyes, Tibby?" He took her to his bedroom, and introduced the pudding in her absence. Having helped himself, he put it down to warm in the hearth.
The rest of the household consisted of a gloomy child, "Tibby," aged eight; a spaniel, probably a few years older, and an intermittent cat, who, when he did put in an appearance, was the life and soul of the party, but whose visits to his home were all too infrequent for Jill. Thomas was a genial animal, whose color-scheme, like a Whistler picture, was an arrangement in black and white.
Jerry, this boy is my nephew Graham he's not nearly as grown-up as he looks. And this is Tibby!" Jerry flashed a smile.
"Margaret important," it went on: "I should like you to have some companion to take walks with. Do try Miss Conder." "I have been a little walk with Miss Conder." "But she is not really interesting. If only you had Helen." "I have Tibby, Aunt Juley." "No, but he has to do his Chinese. Some real companion is what you need. Really, Helen is odd." "Helen is odd, very," agreed Margaret.
She may be a little hard to please, but after being used to one for so many years, it is no wonder if she be particular. I don't know what is to be done." "I don't know, either except you make her a present of Tibby," said her husband. "John!" exclaimed Mrs Macmichael; and "John" burst out laughing. "You don't think they'd pull together?" he said.
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