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And then Milly and Olly kissed Becky's pale little face and went away, while poor little Becky looked after them as if she was very sorry to see the last of them; and outside there were Tiza and baby and Mrs. Backhouse and even John Backhouse himself, waiting to say good-bye to them.
No answer. "We came to take you down to have tea with us," said Milly, "do you think your mother will let you come?" "Naw," said Tiza shortly, without moving from behind her pinafore. It certainly wasn't very easy talking to Tiza. Milly thought she'd better try something else. "Tiza," she began timidly, "do your father and mother tell you stories when it rains?"
Tiza suddenly dried her eyes and looked at Milly, with a bright expression which was very puzzling. "You come with me," she said suddenly, swinging herself down from the tree. "Come here by the hedge, don't let mother see us." So they ran along the far side of the hedge till they got into the farmyard, and then Tiza led Milly past the hen-house, up to the corner where the hayricks were.
Off ran the three little girls full tilt down the hill leading to Ravensnest, with Olly puffing and panting after them. Milly led the way at first, for she was light and quick, and a very fair runner for her age; but Tiza soon got up to her and passed her, and it was Tiza's little stout legs that arrived first at Ravensnest gate.
Mind you don't let him eat nasty things. He'll get at the coals if you don't mind him." "I'll not let him," said Tiza shortly, setting to work on her own strawberries. All this didn't sound very affectionate; but I think all the same Tiza did love Becky, and I believe she tried to do her best in her own funny way while Becky was ill.
Some time in the evening, I believe, Aunt Emma managed to give Tiza a little talking to, but none of the other children knew anything about it, except perhaps Becky, who generally knew what was happening to Tiza. Now we have come to a chapter which is going to be half merry and half sad. I have not told you any sad things about Milly and Olly up till now, I think.
But at the door were Becky and Tiza waiting for them, as smart as new pins, with shining hair, and red ribbons under their little white collars; and the children no sooner caught sight of one another than all their shyness flew away, and they began to chatter as usual.
And all the little pools on the mountain, the "tarns," as Becky and Tiza called them, filled up, and the rain made the mountain itself so wet that it was like one big bog all over. When the children woke up the flood on the lawn was growing bigger, and it seemed to them as if the house and garden were all wrapped up in a wet white cloud-blanket.
Norton had shaken hands with her "I'm sure, ma'am, I'm very pleased to see you here," said Mrs. Backhouse. They have been just wild to see them, but I told them they weren't likely to be up at that time in the morning." "Where are they now?" asked Mrs. Norton. "Mine have been looking out for them as we came along." "Well, ma'am, I can't say, unless they're in the cherry-tree. Becky! Tiza!"
Becky stuck her needle in her work and scrambled down with a red shy face to shake hands; but Tiza, instead of coming down, only climbed a little higher, and peeped at the others between the branches. "We came down to the house when fayther took the milk this morning," said Becky. "We thought maybe we'd see you in the garden. Only Tiza said she'd run away if she did see you."
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