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"I feel quite happy again," she said. "Why, of course you are happy," said Verena; "but you must never get into Punishment Land again as long as you live, Paulie, for I wouldn't go through another day like yesterday for anything." The wagonette arrived all in good time. It drew up at the front door, and Mr.
"She wrote me a letter which would have put another girl in such a rage that she would never have touched any one of you again with a pair of tongs. But that's not Nancy King. For when Nancy loves a person, she loves that person through thick and thin, through weal and woe. I came to-day to try to find one of you dear girls. I have found you. What is the matter with you, Paulie? You do look bad."
In short, if you will all help me, we can have a splendid time." "Oh, I will help you," said Verena. "But," she added, "I have no talent for acting; it is Paulie who can act so well." "I wish your sister would take an interest in things, Verena. She is quite well in body, but she is certainly not what she was before her accident." "I don't understand Pauline," said Verena, shaking her head.
Come along, Paulie. We are to be at Murray's in the High Street at eleven o'clock." Pauline turned and walked soberly by her sister's side. "Are you as tired as ever this morning, Paulie?" asked Verena. "I am not tired at all," replied Pauline. Verena considered for a minute. "Aunt Sophy is often anxious about you," she said. "I can't imagine why, but she is.
I want to show this thimble to Becky and Amy. I have a reason. You won't refuse one who is so truly kind to you, will you, little Paulie? And I tell you what: I know you are starving, and you hate to go into the house for your food. I will bring you a basketful of apples, chocolates, and a peach or two. We have lovely peaches ripe in our garden now, although we are such common folk."
There are my boy cousins from London, and my two friends, Rebecca and Amelia Perkins jolly girls, I can tell you. We shall have larks. What do you say, Paulie? A fine fright she'll be in when she misses you. Serve her right, though." "But I daren't come with you," said Pauline. "I'd love it more than anything in the world; but I daren't. You mustn't ask me.
"But, on the whole, she has been kind to us," said Pauline, who had some sense of justice in her composition, angry as she felt at the moment. "Has she?" said Nancy. "Then let me tell you she has not a very nice way of showing it. Now, Paulie, no more beating about the bush. What's up?
I think we did awfully wrong." "We did it for Paulie. We'd do more than that for her," replied Briar. "I suppose so. I certainly love Paulie very much," answered Patty. "And, Patty," continued Briar, "having told such a great black lie to help her, we must go through with it. Pen means mischief. She's the sort of child who would do anything to gain anything.
You were always considered something like me dark and dour when you liked, but sunshiny when you liked also. Now, what is it, Paulie? Tell your own Nancy." "I'm very fond of you, Nancy," replied Pauline. "And I think," she continued, "that it is perfectly horrid of Aunt Sophia to say that we are not to know you."
"Really," said Verena, as Pauline leaned against her and tried hard to repress the shivers of pain that ran through her frame, "Penelope gets worse and worse. Only that I hate telling tales out of school, I should ask Aunt Sophia to send her back to the nursery for at least another year. But what is it, Paulie dear? You look quite ill." "I feel rather bad. I have hurt my arm.
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