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Updated: June 19, 2025
Eleanor is back again and is driving the car. Ursie is getting fat, she drinks only filtered water, as we all do. I have had attacks of my old trouble, but a dose of Epsom salts every morning is fast curing me of them. It is still cold here and has been showery for a week or two. Shriner is painting my portrait and has got a fine thing. We are booked to return on Mch. 25th.
Hamilton brought me home. 'Jill! I asked desperately, 'have they not written for you to join them at Hastings yet? I begin to think you have been idle long enough. 'Had you not better go to sleep again, Ursie dear? returned Jill, marching off with my tray. But she made a little face at me as she went out of the door. 'I shall get into trouble over this, I thought.
Would those bright, smiling eyes ever shed tears? I wondered. Would any sorrow drive away that light, careless gaiety? I hoped not. It was pleasant to see any one so happy. And then I thought of Lesbia and Gladys, and sighed. 'You do not look at all tired, Ursie, observed Sara affectionately, laying her little gloved hand on mine. 'She looks quite nice and fresh: does she not, mother?
I don't look a bit like Jill. Jocelyn Adelaide Garston, bridesmaid. 'You look charming, Jill I mean Jocelyn. 'Oh, how horrid it sounds from your lips, Ursie! I like my own funny little name best from you. Now come and let me finish you. And Jill, in spite of her fine dress, would persist in waiting on me.
'I shall be your bridesmaid, Ursula, it said, 'whether you ask me or not. Nothing will keep me away that day. I shall love to be there for dear Charlie's sake. 'The news has made me so happy. Mother scolded me when she found me crying over your letter, but she cried herself too. We both agreed that no one deserved happiness more. I am longing to see your Mr. Hamilton, Ursie dear.
'Of course I would prefer to stop with you, Ursie dear, she said affectionately; 'I would rather talk to you than to any one else; but then, you see, you are never at home, and when you do come in, poor darling, you are so tired that you are only fit for a nap. And I could not deny that this was the truth.
As the children say. Jill gave a nervous little laugh, but her eyes gave me no doubt of her meaning: they looked strangely dark and soft. 'Mr. Tudor saved my life, she whispered. 'Ursie, if he wants it, that life ought to belong to him. 'Jill, my dear, for I was thoroughly startled now. Things were growing serious; but Jill gave me a little push in her childish way.
When they had been some time in the house of old Ursie Firikins, as the kind carlin was called, Elspa Ruet all the while weeping like a constant fountain and repeating, "Marion, Marion!" with a fond and sorrowful tenderness that would allow her to say no more, my grandfather having got a drink of meal and water prepared, gave it to the famished outcast, and she gradually recovered from her stupor.
Now, Ursie darling, in a coaxing voice, 'do be nice, and make much of me. You can't think how delicious it is to see your face again; it is such a dear face, and I like it ever so much better than Sara's and Lesbia's.
'What makes you so silent this afternoon, Jill? I asked, rather curiously; but she did not answer for a moment, only drew down my hand, and looked at the diamonds that were flashing in the ruddy blaze, Giles's pledge that he had placed there; then she laid her cheek against them, and said suddenly 'I was only thinking, Ursie dear: I often think about things.
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