"Wasn"t it queer that I should have seen Mrs. Ryan?" said Edna. "I shall have so much to tell Maggie."
"I think it is funny for you to be friends with a little orphan asylum girl," returned Dorothy.
"Well, you see, she isn"t zactly a orphan, "cause they don"t know whether she has a father or not, and then, you know, I feel so sorry for her."
"So do I," replied Dorothy. "I don"t mean I wouldn"t help her if I could, but I never knew anyone before who had a friend like that."
"O!" said Edna, suddenly, "my strawberry is getting so soft I shall have to eat it. I wish I had held it by the stem, instead of in my hand. Yours isn"t a bit soft."
"Perhaps yours was the ripest. I"ll eat mine, too, if you eat yours, and we can give mamma and sister the violets."
This was agreed upon, and the children disposed of the strawberries lingeringly.
Miss Agnes was lying on the lounge when they found her in the sitting-room.
"I have a bad headache," she told Edna. "Did you enjoy your walk?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: MISS AGNES.]
"Yes," replied she; "but I"m awfully tired."
"Come cuddle up here by me," said Miss Agnes. "You have had such an exciting time I don"t wonder you are tired. You must go to bed early."
Edna was quite ready to share with Dorothy the pretty little bra.s.s bedstead, but she did not lie awake long, and in the morning was very loath to move when Dorothy called her.
"How red your face is," said Dorothy, as Edna sat up. "You look sort of queer."
"I feel sort of queer," replied she, putting her head down on the pillow again.
Dorothy slipped out of bed, and ran into the next room, where her sister slept. At her gentle little shake Agnes turned over with a sigh.
"What is it?" she asked, sleepily.
"Why--" began Dorothy. "O, sister, your face is red, too."
"Is it? I feel headachy."
"You and Edna look just the same way," declared Dorothy. And sure enough, both showed well-developed cases of measles.
Edna was not very ill, but it was not considered safe for her to go back to the city for some time, much to Dorothy"s delight.
Hearing of the two sick girls, Mrs. MacDonald came over and took Edna under her especial care. She was an excellent nurse, and made the little child as comfortable as a tender mother could. Then when Edna was able to be up, and Mrs. MacDonald was no longer needed, every day came fruit or flowers from the kind woman.
One day Edna was much surprised by a visit from Uncle Justus. Two whole weeks since she had seen him; and he brought her--who would have thought it!--he brought Edna"s doll, Ada, with him.
"Why, Uncle Justus," said Edna, looking at her doll with pleased eyes.
"How did you happen to know that I wanted to see Ada so much?"
"I did not know; I only thought that a little girl who was so fond of her doll would be very likely to be glad to see it. When are we going to have you back again?"
"Next week," replied Mrs. Evans. "We cannot let her go till then. I am afraid that Dorothy will be very disconsolate at the loss of her little friend. They have had such good times together."
"I am afraid Edna will be very far behind her cla.s.ses," said Uncle Justus, "and will have to study hard to make up for lost time."
Having seen Uncle Justus, and heard all the news, Edna felt that she should like to stay on indefinitely. It was very nice to be just sick enough to be considered, and to have good things to eat; to have such cosy little meals with Miss Agnes, before either of them were well enough to go down stairs; to receive from Mrs. MacDonald every day some dainty, and to have Mrs. Evans appear every evening with a delightful story book from which she would read aloud. Then it was pleasant to be thrown with such a bright companion as Dorothy, who was always ready to devise some new play or to shake out a bag of pretty pieces for doll clothes. Altogether, Edna thought herself very fortunate to have fallen into such good hands.
"It is almost like being at home," she said. "I wish you knew my mamma, Mrs. Evans."
"It will not be very long before you see her, will it?" asked Mrs.
Evans, stooping to tuck in a shawl around the child.
"Not till May," replied Edna; "I s"pose mamma will stay till then."
"Well, perhaps you will come back next year, and then we shall see more of you."
Edna looked thoughtful. She knew there had been some talk of her returning another year. She loved all these friends, but she was still quite sure that home was best. Mrs. Evans" speech made her a little homesick. She wanted her mamma. To be sick without any mother at hand seemed a very unnatural thing. She was a little tired, perhaps. She would try to go to sleep.
She dozed off just as Dorothy came tiptoeing into the room. There was a look of pleased excitement upon her face, and she fidgeted about till Edna awoke from her little nap.
"Did I wake you?" she asked, contritely. "O, Edna, I know such a splendid something."
"What?" asked Edna, raising herself on her elbow.
"I can"t tell you just now. You"ll know pretty soon. O, you"ll be so glad."
"I think you might tell me," returned Edna, a little peevishly.
"Don"t be cross," said Dorothy, winningly. "I had to promise not to tell; but I did want you to expect something awfully nice."
"When shall I know?"
"To-morrow."
"O, I know what it is. I"m going to take a drive. Your mamma told me."
"That"s not all," replied Dorothy, gleefully.
"I can hardly keep from telling, so please don"t ask me. Here comes your supper--Mrs. MacDonald has sent you some lovely jelly."
Several times before bedtime Dorothy almost let out the secret, but Edna never suspected, so when the next day the carriage stood waiting to take her to drive she did not in the least know where they were going, nor why.
CHAPTER XI
ADOPTED.