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She would have gone to the simplest cottage for that mother's love. Would Zaidee Crawford give her a sister's warm welcome? She would never grudge her anything money could buy; but she, Lilian, must seem like an interloper to them. And to share her mother's love with a stranger! Miss Arran entered the room. "You ought to go to bed, Miss Boyd. I will sit here and watch. Your mother seems asleep."
"I want to go in and get us washed off now." "No, stop," commanded Eunice, as Zaidee was starting off. "You would ruin everything you touched, I suppose. You're reeking wet. You can't go into the nursery, for you mustn't disturb Kenneth. Auntie said particularly that we mustn't even make any noise around, so he can sleep. What shall I do with you?"
Zaidee again looked up; again taking the Colonel's breath away with eyes that expressed not only the fullest perception of what he had said, but of what he thought and had not said, and with an added subtle suggestion of what he might have thought. "That's tellin'," she said, dropping her long lashes again. The Colonel laughed vacantly.
I could hardly conceive a man ignorant enough to er er throw away such evident good fortune or base enough to deceive the trustfulness of womanhood matured and experienced only in the chivalry of our sex, ha!" The woman smiled grimly. "Yes! it's my darter, Zaidee Hooker so ye might spare some of them pretty speeches for her before the jury."
"What have you there, baby? See what he has, Cricket, and tell him he mustn't have it," said Eunice. "Bring it to Cricket, baby," said that young lady, holding out her hand. "Dess what I dot," repeated the baby, edging off a little. Just then Zaidee appeared from the house. Kenneth immediately trotted off up the beach at the sight of her. She ran after him.
It was this morning, and 'Liza had Helen in the bath-tub bathing her, and I went into the nursery a moment, and Zaidee was in bed, and she said her leg hurt her, and 'Liza was going to rub it with 'Pond's Extrap, that's what she calls Pond's Extract, you know," taking breath, "and I only meant to help 'Liza, really and truly. So I took down the bottle and began to rub Zaidee's legs.
I forgot all about it! What shall we sacrifice?" "We finded a little dead mouse in the woodshed after breakfast," said Zaidee. "We were going to give him to George Washington for dessert to-day. We buried it in the cemi-terror to keep till it was dinner-time." "That will do. Dig it up. George Washington can sacrifice his mouse."
"You look just like a woolly worm, Helen," said Zaidee, gleefully. "You're all fuzzy with sawdust. Lie down and I'll bury you all up." Helen obediently sat down, and Zaidee heaped a yellow mound over her. "You're like a yellow Santa Claus," cried Zaidee, as Helen emerged, presently, somewhat smothered. "Now, bury me!"
Zaidee, always more daring than her delicate little twin, did not think so. "'Course we'll be careful not to bunk right into him," she conceded. "We'll dig very slowly when we get pretty near there. Come on, Helen. Want to come, Billy?" "Sho, now!" said Billy, looking very unhappy over this unexpected result of his little moral tale.
I am quite sure you two will grow into finest accord, and two manly brothers and that lovely Zaidee! Oh, it will be a most absorbing life. You will be in the sphere just fitted for you. Perhaps God let it all happen that your character should be the more fully shaped by the experience. We will talk it over more, at length, tomorrow."
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