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You will have your own little home and your own little garden. You can come to see us come every day if you want to. We'll come to see you. Things between us will go on almost exactly the same as they do now. You know how much we love you Mildred and I. You know we are trying to think of your comfort, don't you?" "Of course you do, Aunt Sharley," Mildred put in.
I think my face must have fallen. 'Oh, I said, disappointedly. 'She's a lady. 'No, indeed, said Mrs. Nestor, now laughing outright; 'if you knew her, or when you know her, as I hope you will soon, I'm afraid you will think her much more of a tomboy than a lady. Sharley is only eleven, though she is tall.
And I am sure they haven't passed Waving View in the last quarter-of-an-hour, for I have been here all that time. 'Waving View, I must explain, was the name we had given to the short stretch of road I have just spoken of, because we used to wave handkerchiefs to each other I at my watch-tower and Sharley from the pony-cart, at that point.
Well, I carried that affair through, that's all." They came out under the wide sky, and walked home hand in hand. All the world was hung with crystals. The faint shadow of a rainbow quivered across a silver cloud. The first thing that Sharley did when she came home was to find Moppet and squeeze him. "O Moppet, we can be good girls all the same if we are happy, can't we?"
Why not give happiness since she could not have it? be of use since nobody was of much use to her? Easier saying than doing, to be sure, Sharley found; but she kept the idea in mind as the winter wore away. She was thinking about it one April afternoon, when she had stolen out of the house for a walk in the budding woods. She had need enough of a walk.
They must be made presentable for supper, too, Moppet and Nate and Methuselah, Methuselah, Nate, and Moppet; brushed and washed and dusted and coaxed and scolded and borne with. There was no end to it. Would there ever be any end to it? Sharley sometimes asked of her weary thoughts. Sharley's life, like the lives of most girls at her age, was one great unanswered question.
To my astonishment, there came trotting along the short bit of level road leading to our own steep path the two ponies and the pretty pony-carriage that had so delighted me the first time I saw them. Sharley was driving, the little groom behind her. But this time my first feeling was certainly not one of pleasure. On the contrary I started in dismay.
Possibly by this time the London doctor had had to tell them that their father would never get better, and here was I thinking more, I am afraid, of the dulness of being one night without dear granny than of the sorrow that was perhaps coming over Sharley and the others of being without their father for always.
Nestor was over I did not think very much more about it. Nor did Nan and Vallie. We were quite satisfied that he would soon be well again, and that everything would go on as usual. Only Sharley looked grave. At last the blow fell.
Moppet had thrown his shoes into the water-pitcher but twice, and run down stairs in his nightgown only four times that evening; and Sharley felt encouraged. Perhaps, after all, he would be still by half past seven; and by half past seven If Halcombe Dike did not come to-night, something was the matter. Sharley decided this with a sharp little nod.
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