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When Sharley and Nan and Vallie came the next time, I ran to meet them, full of anxiety to know if they had made any 'plans. They all looked very important, but rather to my disappointment the first thing Sharley said to me was 'Don't ask us yet, Helena. We've promised mother not to tell.
The Nestors came back to Moor Court long ago, and I see almost as much of them as in the old days, as they now come to their London house every year for some months, and we go to several classes together, though I have a daily governess as well. Next year Sharley is to 'come out. Just fancy! I am sure every one will think her very pretty.
Quintin was more like Nan, slow and solemn and rather fat, so his nickname of Quick certainly didn't suit him very well. But they were both very nice and kind to me. I am quite sure Sharley had talked to them well about it before I came, though it was easy to see that when Pert was not on his best behaviour he was very fond of playing tricks.
"I don't care how small it is," cried Sharley, "as long as I have room to put my two feet on and look up." And for that old pain? Ah, well, God knew about that, and Sharley, nobody else. Whatever the winter had taught her she had bound and labelled in her precise little way for future use.
It was about time for the four-o'clock train. After all, I wonder if it is worth telling, such a simple, plotless record of a young girl's life, made up of Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays, like yours or mine. Sharley was so exactly like other people! How can it be helped that nothing remarkable happened to her? But you would like the story? It was about time for the four-o'clock train, then.
She was thinking with a wee glow of pleasure how the baby's arms clung around her neck that morning, and how surprised her mother looked when Methuselah cried at her taking this walk. As you were warned in the beginning, nothing remarkable ever happened to Sharley. Since she had begun in practice to approve Mrs.
Time and twilight were creeping on together. Sharley was sure that she had heard the gate shut, and that some one sat talking with her mother upon the front doorsteps. "O Moppet! Couldn't you go to sleep without me this one night, not this one night?" and the hot, impatient tears came in the dark.
I think I have said already that grandmamma was very clever, very clever indeed, and that she knew several foreign languages. She had been a great deal in other countries when grandpapa was alive, and she could speak French beautifully. So I wasn't surprised, and only very pleased when she told me about Sharley and her sisters.
What has He done for you?" "He died for me," said the little girl. And then she asked just one question, "If the Lord Jesus hasn't come before Monday, do you think mother will come and take me home?" I am glad to tell you that little Sharley had not long to stay in the hospital; she soon got well enough, to be allowed to go home.
Poor Sharley nursed her trouble and her crossness together, in her aggrieved, girlish way, till the light went out of her wistful eyes, and little sharp bones began to show at her wrists. She used to turn them about and pity them. They were once so round and winsome!
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