Hearts In The Highlands. Ruth Morren Axtell

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      Before she could finish the sentence, her oldest son rushed by her and bumped into her knee, sending tea sloshing from her cup into her saucer and onto her silk dress.

      “Harry! See what you’ve done to Mama’s frock! You naughty boy!”

      “I’m sorry, Mama.” He didn’t stop but whipped around the settee, closely followed by his brother.

      “Timmy!”

      At the same time his sister, who was sitting on the floor beside the sleeping Lilah, petted the dog too briskly and Lilah sat up and began to growl.

      Lady Haversham leaned forward in her chair to see what was being done to her pet. “Careful, child! Madeleine, take the children to the garden, please.”

      “Yes, my lady.” She rose immediately, knowing the command had been coming. Stifling a sigh, she rounded up the children, who jumped at the chance to be free of the confines of the parlor, and herded them downstairs.

      “I had to let go their nursemaid. The woman was unreliable—” were the last words Maddie heard as she closed the parlor door behind her.

      Harry, the oldest boy said to his younger brother, Timmy, “I bet I can beat you at jacks.”

      “No, you can’t!”

      The two continued arguing.

      “Hush, children, until we’re outside.” Maddie took the two youngest firmly by the hand and began walking toward the staircase.

      She herself wouldn’t have minded a brief respite in the garden if it weren’t for the fact she would have no peace for the next half hour.

      Once in the backyard, the boys forgot their game of jacks and started running around the bushes.

      Maddie clapped her hands, trying to get their attention, knowing Lady Haversham would be upset if any flower beds were trampled. “All right, children, what would you like to play? What about graces?”

      “That’s a girl’s game!” The two boys made faces, their shouts drowning out their sister’s assenting voice.

      “What about hoops and sticks?”

      “Blindman’s bluff!” The boys jumped up and down until Maddie complied. It was no use arguing with them, she’d learned. She procured a large silk handkerchief from her pocket. “Who’s to go first?”

      “You! You! You!”

      “Very well.” She tied the scarf around her eyes. Before she could prepare herself, the older boy, an oversize ten-year-old, grabbed her from behind by the elbows and twirled her around. She groped the air in front of her to keep from losing her balance.

      “You can’t catch me!” Harry’s voice came from a few feet away. Immediately they all copied him. Maddie swung around as each voice neared her but she was never close enough, and she didn’t want to take the easy way out and catch Lisbeth, the youngest. She knew she was moving farther down the garden, as their voices rang out from that end.

      From past experience, she knew the boys would have her at their mercy until they tired of the game and needed her attention for a new amusement. In the meantime, she needed to grit her teeth and play along, hoping not to trip along the uneven brick walk, and praying she wouldn’t damage one of Lady Haversham’s prized bushes.

      

      Tired of the women’s chatter around him, Reid wandered to the window, teacup in hand. He’d been sorely tempted to follow his niece and nephews out but Vera had insisted on his participation at that moment in planning her soiree. As the two women worked out the details of an afternoon musicale, he took a sip of tea and peered down into the garden, wondering what his unruly nephews were up to.

      He spotted Miss Norton first, barely visible under an apple tree’s bower of blossoms. Her hands were upraised and she appeared to be calling out to the children. He didn’t see any of them at first, then one by one he saw them all up in the tree. His lips twitched in a smile until he discerned that Miss Norton was trying to get them to come down and not having an easy time of it.

      Remembering the unmannerly behavior of the children the short time they’d been in the parlor, he set his teacup down on the tea tray and headed toward the door.

      Vera broke off in midsentence. “Where are you going, Reid? We haven’t decided on the guest list for the musicale.”

      He was already halfway across the room. “You and Aunt Millicent take care of it. Just let me know the date and time, and I’ll show up. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll only be a moment.”

      Before Vera could ask him anything more, he shut the door behind him.

      When he reached the garden, he heard the children’s shouts and laughter.

      “You can’t get us unless you climb up.”

      “You must get down immediately, Harry, and you, too, Timmy. Your sister might hurt herself. Where are you, Lisbeth?”

      The six-year-old girl only giggled in glee.

      “You know your aunt won’t like it that you’re in her apple tree. It’s her best orange pippin.”

      “We won’t come down till you come up!”

      “You aren’t playing by the rules. Now come down, Timmy.”

      In reply, the boy shook the tree branch at her and a shower of blossoms littered the ground. “It looks like it’s snowing!”

      “Oh, you mustn’t do that. Your aunt won’t have any fruit in the autumn if you knock the blossoms off now.”

      Reid reached the tree and spied Lisbeth first on a lower branch. “Whoever thinks he can beat me in a race around the square gets a half crown.” He turned away from the tree, calling out over his shoulder, “Last one down’s a rotten egg.”

      As he walked toward the garden gate, he heard scrambling and shouts as three small bodies shimmied down the tree.

      “Lisbeth’s a rotten egg!” The boys called over their shoulders as they caught up to Reid. Lisbeth began to cry.

      Miss Norton removed her blindfold and smoothed her hair before going to crouch by the weeping child.

      “There, Lisbeth, why don’t you come along with me, and we’ll show those boys you can beat them in the race?”

      Reid’s niece sniffed.

      “Where’s your handkerchief, honey?”

      Leaving the child with Miss Norton, Reid herded the boys into the mews. They ran down the alley until they reached Belgrave Square. Reid took them to the nearest tree and marked out the starting place. “You’ll run inside the square, all around and end back here.”

      Harry’s chest puffed out. “That’s easy.”

      “We’ll see. Now, let’s wait for your sister and then when I say ‘go,’ run СКАЧАТЬ