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Updated: June 8, 2025
It was an adventure sliding down to dinner. Tibe fell from top to bottom, into a kind of black well, and upset Lady MacNairne completely. She said she hated Enkhuisen, and she thought it a dispensation of Providence that the sand had come and silted it up.
"Yes," said she. "For both of us. I retire from aunthood, you retire from nephewhood, with mutual respect, Is that it?" "I suppose so," I gloomily replied. "Yet I'm loth to part with you, somehow. You and Tibe are all I have left in the world. But now I must lose you both." "You don't need an aunt," she said. "No, but I need some one; I don't know exactly who.
"Her cleverness I mean her consideration is extraordinary." "It was her heart," explained Nell. "She's been lying down ever since, holding Phyllis's hand and mine. But she's better now, and I'm not sure she hasn't gone to sleep, for when I heard you call me, and tried to slip my hand out of hers, she didn't seem to notice." "She wouldn't," I said to myself. "Where's Tibe?" I asked aloud.
Aunt Fay was delighted with the effect, and a photograph was taken before we were allowed to start, though time was beginning to be an object. But, as the Chaperon cheerfully remarked, "Tibe and tide wait for no man." "What does 'groote oppruiming' mean, written up everywhere in the shops?" she inquired eagerly, as the car flashed through street after street.
In spite of the dress nobody recognized the pretty girl with the wonderful eyes and crisp masses of sparkling auburn hair. Yesterday I would have sacrificed anything, up to Tibe himself, to avoid explanations, but now I enjoyed them. "It's like one of Nell's stories," cried Phyllis. "Only she used to love to make hers end sadly."
But instead, I made myself agreeable to the Chaperon, and saved Tibe on three separate occasions from joining the bright reflections and the water-lilies in the pond.
"It may be he'd belonged to this man, for it's always the strangest things that are true. Tibe has a wonderful memory for faces; but I'm sure if I'd been with him, he wouldn't have run away from me for twenty old masters." "The second queerest thing in the adventure is, that this 'old master' must be some relation of yours, Lady MacNairne," said Nell. "He gave us his card. See, here it is."
Getting back to Rotterdam again, for the last time. Good-bys. Selling the boat, perhaps at least, Nell used to talk of that in the first days, when the end seemed far-off and vague. The L.C.P. kept to her sitting-room on the plea that she had "a lot of writing to do," and Tibe was on guard.
It was so with me then, just as it was when we were coming into harbor at Volendam, and everybody said to Nell, "There is your cousin Robert!" or "Why is your cousin Robert here?" I was glad to stoop down and pat Tibe, who is the nicest dog I ever knew.
I dare say there's one in use still, as this is Holland." "If you're sarcastic, Ronald, I'll leave you the moment I have my darling Tibe again," replied the Chaperon, and the threat reduced Ronald to crushed silence. "What took them out so early in the morning?" I asked.
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