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"Mother died last November." "You poor little thing!" cried kind Mrs. Downs; "and hain't you got no brothers and sisters either?" "No; not any at all." "Why, you'll be lonesome, I'm afraid, up to the island. You never lived in such a sort of a place before, did you?" "Oh, no; we always lived in Tunxet. But I don't believe I shall be lonesome. It looks real pretty from here.
"Away from this house, do you mean, papa?" "Yes, away from this house, and away from Tunxet, too." "Not away for always?" said Eyebright, in an awe-struck tone. "You don't mean that, papa, do you? We couldn't live anywhere else for always!" giving a little gasp at the very idea. "I'm afraid that's what it's coming to," said Mr. Bright, sadly.
But in spite of their kindness, and the fun of sleeping with Kitty for the first time, it seemed grave and lonesome to be anywhere except in the old place where she had always been, and Eyebright began to be glad that she and papa were to go away so soon. The home feeling had vanished from Tunxet, and the quicker they were off, the better, she thought.
"Here we are, Molly, come along." Molly scrambled down the ladder. "I guessed where you were," she said. "Wealthy didn't know, so I took care not to say a word to her, but just crept round and looked in. Oh, girls! what do you think is going to happen? something nice." "What?" "Miss Fitch is going to have a picnic and take us to the Shakers." The Shaker settlement was about ten miles from Tunxet.
Joyce had had several long talks, during which he learned all about their leaving Tunxet, about her anxiety for her father, and, for the first time, the full story of the eventful night which had brought him to Causey Island. He was greatly startled and shocked when he comprehended what danger Eyebright had run in doing his errand to the village.
Another girl, some one to share work and fun, waking and sleeping, with her, that was all which was wanted, she thought, to make Causey Island as pleasant as Tunxet. You will probably think that it was a dish of pork-and-beans, or an Indian pudding of the good, old-fashioned kind, which was shut up in the Oven. Not at all. You are quite mistaken.
Papa, I wish you'd read it to me. It looks very hard to make out, Wealthy writes such a funny hand. Don't you recollect how she used to work over her copy-book, with her nose almost touching the paper, and how inky she used to get?" It was the first time they had heard from Wealthy since they left Tunxet, more than eight months before.
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