The Staying Guest. Wells Carolyn

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Good morning, Aunt Dorinda; I’m sitting in your window.”

      And then, with the little dog still in her arms, she jumped down into the room.

      “I’ll just hop in beside you for a minute,” said she, approaching the bed, “’cause my feet are cold – though it’s a lovely warm morning. What time do you have breakfast?”

      As she spoke she snuggled herself, dog and all, into her aunt’s bed, and softly patted the old lady’s cheek.

      Miss Dorinda knew she ought to be stern, but it was impossible, with the little childish face framed in its big cap-ruffle looking up into her own, and she said:

      “About eight o’clock, dearie; are you hungry?”

      “Yes, ’m; I’m ’most starved. The train was late last night, and I didn’t get any supper.”

      “Why, you poor child! There, that’s the rising-bell. Run right back to your room and dress; the breakfast-bell will ring in just thirty minutes. Can you be ready?”

      “In thirty minutes? I should hope so!” said Ladybird, laughing.

      Gathering up her dog, she stepped through the window and ran along the veranda roof to her own room.

      Peeping in, she saw Martha staring in dismay at the empty bed.

      “Hello, Martha,” she cried gaily, “did you think I was lost? I’ve been calling on my aunt; it’s such a lovely morning for visiting, you know. But I’m as hungry as a bear, and now I think I’ll get dressed and go to breakfast.”

      She jumped into the room, and with Martha’s assistance her toilette was soon made; then she seized her dog and went dancing down-stairs.

      After wandering through several of the large rooms she came to the dining-room, where the breakfast-table was laid; seeing nothing to eat, she went on to the kitchen.

      Bridget looked at her with no kindly eye, for she resented any intrusion on the quiet of Primrose Hall as much as Miss Priscilla did.

      But when Ladybird said wistfully, “I’m very hungry,” the good-hearted old cook fell a victim at once to the irresistible charm of the strange child.

      “Are ye that, miss? And what would ye like now?”

      “Oh, anything! – I don’t care what; and if I go and sit at the table will you bring me something?”

      “I will indeed, miss. Run along, thin, and set at the place forninst the side-board.”

      And so that’s how it happened that when, a few minutes later, Miss Priscilla and Miss Dorinda came into the dining-room they found their guest ensconced at their table and apparently enjoying herself very much.

      “Good morning, aunties,” she said smilingly. “I ought to have waited for you, I know, but truly, I was so hungry I just couldn’t. And Bridget brought me such lovely things! I never had strawberries and cream before. Do you always use these beautiful blue-and-white dishes? For if you don’t, you needn’t get them out just because I’ve come.”

      “We always use them,” said Miss Priscilla; “we have used them for forty years, and not a piece has ever been broken.”

      “Is that so?” said Ladybird, with great interest, quite unconscious that the remark was intended for a warning to herself, as her quick motions and unexpected gestures seemed to threaten the safety of anything in her vicinity.

      Having finished her strawberries, she sat back, and throwing her little thin arms above her head, grasped the carved knobs of the high, old-fashioned chair.

      “Why, you’re just like me, aunty,” she said; “I think that’s the right way to do – to use your best things every day. It’s such a comfort to see them around; and you needn’t break china or glass just because you use it. Why, I’ll show you what can be done with them, and there’s not the slightest danger if you’re careful.”

      As the child spoke, she pushed away her plate, and ranged her cup, saucer, and glass in a row in front of her, and seized a spoon in one hand and a fork in the other. Then in a sweet, crooning voice she began to sing:

      “Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

      And never brought to mind?”

      striking her glass lightly with her spoon at the accented notes, and beating an accompaniment alternately on her cup and saucer.

      Miss Priscilla’s eyes grew almost as big as her precious and endangered saucers, but the dear old tune, sung in the pretty, childish voice, with its tinkling accompaniment, held her spellbound, and she said not a word.

      As Ladybird finished the refrain she said eagerly:

      “Now we’ll do it again, and you both tap your glasses and sing with me.”

      And would you believe it? Those two old ladies were so interested that they tapped on their glasses with their thin old silver spoons, and sang with their thin old voices for all they were worth.

      “That was very pretty,” observed Ladybird, approvingly, when at last they all laid down their spoons. “And now if you’ve finished your breakfast, Aunt Priscilla, will you take me out and show me round the garden?”

      But Miss Priscilla Flint had by no means lost her mind entirely, and she said:

      “You have no time to go round the garden, – you are to start back to Boston this morning, and from there to London as soon as possible.”

      “Oh, am I?” said Ladybird, with a wise smile, and an air as of one humoring a wayward child.

      “You are indeed,” said her aunt, severely; “and now, if you will come into the morning-room with us, we will ask you a few questions before you go.”

      “All right, come on,” said Ladybird; and she grasped Miss Priscilla’s hand in both her own, and danced along at the old lady’s side.

      Miss Dorinda followed, and she and her sister took their accustomed seats in the bay-window.

      Then Ladybird placed a low ottoman at Miss Priscilla’s side and sat down upon it, and laid her head against her aunt’s knee.

      Although Miss Dorinda might seem to a casual observer to be a softer, kinder nature than her elder sister, yet for some unaccountable reason Ladybird felt more attracted toward Miss Priscilla; and, too, the child could already see that Miss Priscilla’s word was law at Primrose Hall, and that Miss Dorinda merely acquiesced in her sister’s decisions.

      But it was no spirit of diplomacy that actuated Ladybird, and she caressed Miss Priscilla’s hand for the simple reason that she was beginning to love the stern old lady.

      “Now,” said Miss Priscilla, glaring at her niece, “will you tell me what your name is?”

      “Ladybird Lovell,” said the little girl, with a bewitching smile.

      “I mean your real name, not that absurd nickname.”

      “It is my real name. I never had any other.”

      “Nonsense! Your real name СКАЧАТЬ