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Updated: June 29, 2025
I will tell you of one. Her name is Sharley; but she is not May's sister Sharley, and I do not think she is quite so old. This little girl had been obliged to go away from her home, to stay for some time in the Children's Hospital. This is a bright, pretty place, with pictures and flowers and toys.
Never any more moonlight, and watching, and strolling! Never any more hoping, or wishing, or expecting, for Sharley. She jumped a little off her window-sill; then sat down again. That was it. Moppet, and the baby, and her mother, and kneading, and milking, and darning, for thirty, for forty, for the dear Lord, who pitied her, only knew how many years.
So finally we throwed up our hands and told her we were at the end of our rope and she'd kindly have to show us the way to bring it all about. "And then she up and showed us. You remember the night me and Lew Lake come up to your house to talk over the matter of your college education and I told you to call Aunt Sharley into the conference you remember that, don't you?
It did not take very quick wits to put two and two together, and to guess from what I said that the secret had to do with her birthday. And Sharley was too anxious for grandmamma not to be vexed, to think about her having partly guessed the secret. 'Ah, well! said granny, 'I think I can trust you both. 'Yes, indeed, you may, said Sharley.
'Nor for tomboys either, said Pert, who did love teasing Sharley whenever he had a chance. 'Jerry's her favourite, said Nan. 'And I think he deserves to be, said her mother. 'I wish he was here to-day, I know that, said Sharley. 'It's such a long time to the holidays, and it won't be so nice this year when they do come, as most likely a boy's coming with Jerry.
And in the end it was a good thing that grandmamma was not tempted to try her eyes with any embroidery again, as she really might have made herself blind. It had been such a blessing that she did not need to do it during the years she gave lessons to Sharley and her sisters.
But no, they could not be, because the flowers are not "green"; so Sharley answered that she thought they must be beautiful trees with which the earth is covered; for their brightly coloured leaves, especially in autumn, are as gay as wreaths of flowers, with their many shades of red and brown, as well as "various green."
If you would wait a little while, I could come out with you again, I am sure. For I felt as if I did not want to lose any of the time we were together, and of course I did not know how soon grandmamma might not send some one to take me away to school. And never since Sharley and the others had gone away had I had the pleasure of companions of my own age.
And a minute or two later the pony-carriage drove away again, Sharley nodding back friendly farewells. I stood looking after it as long as it was in sight. I felt quite strange, almost a little dazed, as if I had more than I could manage to think over in my head. Grandmamma, who was standing behind me, put her hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her, and I saw that her face seemed pleased.
It was Aunt Sharley who, when the question of going away to boarding school rose, had joined by invitation in the conference on ways and means with the girls' guardians, Judge Priest and Doctor Lake, and had cast her vote and her voice in favour of the same old-fashioned seminary that their mother in her girlhood had attended.
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