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Redbud is the soul of the room, however, and even insists upon a romp with the old gentleman, as he goes forth to mount his horse. The Squire thus disappears toward the barn. Miss Lavinia superintends the household operation of "washing up the tea things," and Redbud puts on her sun-bonnet, and goes to take a stroll.
Verty rose just as she finished, and Miss Fanny, with negligent ease, thanked him, and looked out of the window. Verty turned again toward Redbud. She was standing up one hand resting upon the arm of the sofa, from which she had risen, the other placed upon her heart, as if to still its tumultuous beating. Verty's troubled glance fled to the tender, sorrowful face, and asked why she had risen.
She is the only Indian about here." "You say ma mere that means, 'my mother, don't it?" "Yes; oh, she knows French, too. You know the Indian and the French I wonder who the French are! used to live and fight together." "Did they?" Verty nods, and replies "In the old days, a long, long time ago." Redbud looks down for a moment, as they walk on toward the house, perusing the pebbles.
"Look at him," said Redbud; "why does he dislike the butterflies?" "Only fun," said Verty; "he often does that. Here, Longears!" Longears approached, and Verty pointed to the ground. Longears laid down. "Stay there!" said Verty. And smiling, he walked on. Redbud laughed, and turning round made signs to the dog to follow them.
Yes! with a throbbing heart, eyes full of tears, a tenderness toward her boy-playmate she had never felt before, she had preserved her calmness. Crying was not wrong she hoped and that was left her. So the child cried, and cried, until nature exhausted herself, and rested. Verty stood for a moment gazing at the door through which Redbud had disappeared, unable to speak or move.
"I always liked pigeons and doves," he said, "but doves the best; I never shoot them now." "I love them, too." "They are so pretty!" "Oh, yes!" said Redbud; "and they coo so sweetly. Did you never hear them in the woods, Verty moaning in their nests?" "Often very often, Reddie." "Then the dove was the bird sent out of the ark, you know." "Yes," said Verty, "and came back with the olive branch.
Redbud, too, recollected the nice cherries they had eaten from the trees as nice as the oxhearts near the house in the Spring; and Fanny did too, and told some very amusing stories of beaux being compelled to climb and throw down boughs laden with their red bunches. "Why! what a day!" cried Ralph; "if we only had a kite now!" "A kite!" cried Fanny. "Yes." "An elegant college gentleman "
He rose with great good humor, and accompanied Miss Lavinia to her carriage he upon one side, the gallant head clerk on the other and politely assisted the lady into her chariot, all the time smiling in a manner which was pleasant to behold. His last words, as the door closed and the chariot drove off, were "Recollect, Miss Lavinia, please don't forget to give my love to Redbud!"
"Oh!" sobbed Redbud, "that is very wrong." "I don't care." "She's my cousin." "No matter! She had no business coming here and making you unhappy." With which Miss Fanny sniffed, if that very inelegant word may be applied to any action performed by so elegant a young lady.
"From Redbud? Oh! thank you. But I'll make you one. Come, sir," to Ralph, "help me." "To get flowers?" "Yes." "Willingly." "There is a bunch of primroses." "Shall I get it?" said Ralph. "Yes, sir." "I think you had better," said Ralph. "Well, sir!" "Now, Fanny don't get angry I will " "No, you shan't!" "Indeed I will!"
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