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"Hullo!" and he held up his discovery before the astonished eyes of the group. "It looks like a gold coin, Grandfather!" exclaimed Ethel Brown. "That's just what it is. A guinea. Its date is 1762. Where did you find it, Ayleesabet?" he asked the child, who was reaching up her tiny hands for the return of her new plaything.
"Playing under the table," answered Gertrude in cheerful ignorance that Ayleesabet had departed to more stimulating regions over the stairs. Ethel lifted the table cover to investigate. "She isn't here." Gertrude jumped up and the doctor followed her into the hall. Ethel Brown ran into the dining room and then upstairs, with Miss Merriam in pursuit.
"That's what she calls herself, and it seems to be the only word she remembers so we thought we'd let her hear it instead of giving her a new name." "Ayleesabet," repeated the elder Miss Clark, coming through the gate. "Will you shake hands with me, Ayleesabet?" She held out her hand to the solemn child who sat staring at her with unmoved expression.
Emerson stared out of the window for a moment. "That was a pretty necklace of beads you strung for Ayleesabet." "We all thought they were beauty beads." "And that was a lovely string of pearls that Mrs. Schermerhorn wore at the reception for which you girls decorated her house." There could be no disagreement from that opinion.
And this is Ayleesabet herself, and the Guardian Angel is Miss Merriam." "She is an angel, isn't she!" exclaimed Della. "Look at these dozens of tiny hearts. Ethel Brown cut out those and James made them into the chains." "Paste, paste," groaned James melodramatically. "My future calling is that of bill-poster." Everything that could be was pink at the dinner.
She wore a simple white trailing dress of soft silk, clasped at the breast with the ancient brilliant-framed miniature of another Gertrude Merriam. A pearl pendant, a gift from Ayleesabet, hung from her neck. On her ungloved right hand the older Gertrude Merriam's ring blazed beside Edward's more modest offering.
"Ayleesabet" ate her supper daintily, like one who has been so near the borderland of starvation that he cannot understand the uses of plenty, and then she went heavily to sleep in Ethel Blue's lap before the fire in the living room. Aunt Louise and Dorothy came over from their cottage to join the conference. "It is really a considerable problem," said Mrs. Morton thoughtfully.
The Ethels were always glad to relieve her of her responsibilities for an hour or two, and it was the afternoon of the day after Roger had reported his plan to the Club that found the cousins strolling down Church Street, "Ayleesabet" between them, clinging to a finger of each, not to help her stand upright but to serve as a pair of supports from which she might swing herself off the ground.
Watkins ought to be able to tell us of some people who have had Fresh Air children staying with them, so we can get some idea about what they need and how a house is managed." "Come, come." A chirp rose from near the ground. Ayleesabet was tired of being disregarded for so long. "You blessed Lamb!" cried Ethel Blue. "Did you say, 'Come, come, just because you heard it?
See, they haven't got their hats on." It did indeed look as if the little procession was being waylaid, for the Misses Clark stood inside their gate waiting for the Ethels to come up. "We saw you coming," they said when the carriage came near enough, "and we came out to see the baby. This is the Belgian baby?" "Yes; this is Ayleesabet." "Ayleesabet? Elisabeth, I suppose. Why do you call her that?"
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