The Staying Guest. Wells Carolyn

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СКАЧАТЬ replied the child, “because I tore up that letter you wrote to him and threw it away.”

      “What!” gasped Miss Priscilla. “This is too much!”

      “Well, you see, aunty, there was nothing else to do. If he’d got that letter he would have come, and I don’t want him to come, so I tore it up. Don’t write another.”

      “I won’t,” said Miss Priscilla, in an ominous voice, and snapping her teeth together with a click.

      But half an hour later the Primrose Hall carriage went down toward the village, and inside of it sat a very determined-looking old lady.

      She went to Mr. Marks’s office and asked him to get his wagon and follow her home at once, and bring back the young miss and her luggage.

      “That firebrand as I saw at your house this morning?” exclaimed the old countryman. “Wal, I guess she won’t be so easy brung.”

      He chuckled to himself as he drove along the road behind Miss Priscilla Flint; and when they reached the farm-house, he waited decorously for further orders.

      Then the hunt began. For Ladybird was nowhere to be found. Miss Priscilla called in vain. Then Miss Dorinda called. Then they went up and looked in the room which Ladybird had appropriated as her own.

      Her three trunks stood there wide open and empty. Their contents were all around: on the bed, on the bureaus, on the chairs, and many of them on the floor. But no trace of the missing child.

      Then Miss Priscilla called the servants.

      “The little girl is hiding somewhere,” she explained, “and she must be found.”

      “Yes, ’m,” Bridget said; and she began systematically to search the house from attic to cellar.

      Matthew shook his old head doubtfully.

      “I’m thinkin’ yez’ll niver find her,” he said. “She was a spookish piece, an’ the likes of her flies up chimbleys an’ out of windies an’ niver appears ag’in.”

      Martha, much mystified, stared helplessly around the room, and in doing so noticed a bit of paper pinned to the pin-cushion.

      She handed it to Miss Priscilla, who read:

      Aunty, Aunty, Do not look for me;

      Until you send that man away, I’ll stay just where I be.

      “Oh,” groaned Miss Priscilla, “what can I do? We must find her!”

      Miss Dorinda felt pretty sure, in her secret heart, that they wouldn’t find Ladybird until that strange being was ready to be found; but she continued looking about in her placid way, which did no good nor harm.

      After an hour’s search, the case did seem hopeless, and Mr. Marks declared he couldn’t wait any longer; so Miss Priscilla reluctantly let him go away.

      Two more hours passed; and then it was five o’clock, and still no sign from the missing child.

      Although they hadn’t confessed it to each other, the Flint ladies were both a little scared.

      Finally Miss Dorinda said:

      “You don’t think she’d do anything rash, do you, sister?”

      “From the little I’ve seen of her,” replied Miss Priscilla, “I should say that what she does is never anything but rash. However, I don’t think she has drowned herself in the brook, or jumped down the well, if that’s what you mean.”

      That was what Miss Dorinda had meant, and somehow she was not very much reassured by her sister’s word.

      They sat silent for a while; then Miss Dorinda, with a sudden impulse of determination such as she had never known in all her life, and, indeed, never experienced again, said:

      “Priscilla, I think you are doing wrong; and you needn’t look at me like that. For once, I’m going to say what I think! This child has been sent to us, and in your secret heart you know it is our duty to keep her and do for her. The Bible says that those who neglect their own families are worse than infidels, and we have no right to turn away our kin. Your dislike of visitors has nothing to do with the matter. The child is not a visitor, as she says herself. And it makes no difference what kind of a child she is: she is our sister’s daughter, and we are bound by every law of humanity and decency to give her a home. If father were alive, do you suppose he would turn his orphan grandchild from his door? No; he would do his duty by his own: he would be just, if he could not be generous; and he would accept a responsibility that was rightly thrust upon him.”

      Miss Priscilla looked at her sister in utter amazement. Dorinda had never spoken like this before, and it seemed as if the spirit of old Josiah Flint was manifesting itself in his daughter.

      But if Miss Dorinda had acted in an unusual manner, Miss Priscilla proceeded to behave no less strangely.

      At the close of her sister’s speech, she suddenly burst into tears; and the times in her life when Miss Priscilla Flint had cried were very few indeed.

      Then the younger sister was frightened at what she had done, and tried to pacify the weeping lady.

      “I know you’re right, Dorinda,” said Miss Priscilla, between her sobs; “I – I knew it all along, – and I suppose we shall have to keep her. Father would have wished it so, – and – and I wouldn’t mind it so much if she wouldn’t – wouldn’t leave the doors open.”

      CHAPTER VI

      UP A TREE

      While the aunts were deciding upon Ladybird’s future, old Matthew was wandering down the garden path toward the orchard.

      “She bates the Dutch, that child,” he said to himself. “Now I’ll wager me dinner that she’s hidin’ under a cabbage-leaf, or in some burrd’s nest.”

      But if so, Ladybird made no sign, and old Matthew tramped up and down the orchard, peering anxiously about while the shadows deepened.

      At last, as he stood beneath an old gnarled apple-tree, he heard what seemed to be a far-away crooning sort of song.

      “Bird, bird,

      Ladybird;

      They called and called,

      But she never stirred.”

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