As the carriage turned into the driveway which led up to Mrs.
MacDonald"s house, Edna exclaimed, "O, I know the s"prise! We are going to see Mrs. MacDonald."
Dorothy clapped her two hands over her mouth as if to keep in the secret that trembled upon her lips. Then she looked up at her mother, repressing a little chuckle.
"Yes, we are going to Mrs. MacDonald"s," said Mrs. Evans, smiling.
They were ushered into the cosy library, where an open wood fire was blazing. Some one was curled up in a big chair before the fire--a little girl with curly auburn locks falling about her face; she wore a soft cashmere frock, and was a very dainty-looking little maid. She glanced up quickly as the visitors entered the room. Then a bright smile broke over her face, and she ran forward to meet them.
"Why," exclaimed Edna, "it"s Maggie! Maggie Horn!"
"No," and the auburn locks shook a decided negative; "no, it isn"t Maggie Horn; it"s Margaret MacDonald! O, Edna, I"m "dopted!"
Edna danced up and down in sheer delight, and Dorothy followed suit.
Then Edna gave Maggie a great hugging. "Tell me all about it," she said. "How did it happen? O, Dorothy, this is the most delicious secret that ever was. How did you keep it?"
Mrs. Evans left the children in order to find Mrs. MacDonald, who was in the conservatory, and Maggie began:
"Well," she said, smoothing down her frock, and taking a long breath, "I was in the schoolroom, you know, when Miss Barnes was called out to see a lady, and after a while she came back and said some one wanted to see me. I thought it was my beautiful Mrs. Ramsey, so I was very glad; but it wasn"t Mrs. Ramsey at all, it was a lady I had never seen before. She looked at me very hard, and asked me a lot of questions, all about my mother and lots of things; and Miss Barnes told me to bring my Bible that belonged to my mother and show it to the lady, and when she saw my mother"s name, "Agnes Wallace, from her loving mother, Margaret Wallace, Glasgow, Scotland," she said, "Why, she has my name, Margaret, and she has Scotch blood in her, the same as I and my husband. She shall be my own little la.s.sie!" That was what my mother called me, Mrs. Ryan used to say, and it sounded so natural. So she told me her name was Mrs. MacDonald, and asked me if I would like to be her own little girl, and--O, Edna! I was so glad. And that was three days ago. And O, it was like a dream, for when I got here who should run and meet me but dear old Mrs. Ryan. She told me my father died just after my mother did, and that n.o.body had a claim on me, so I could be Margaret MacDonald forever and ever."
"Well, chatterboxes," here a voice interrupted, "have you had your talk out? We must be going," and Mrs. Evans, with Mrs. MacDonald, entered the room.
Edna ran toward the latter. "O, Mrs. MacDonald," she cried, "I do want to kiss you. You won"t be lonely any more, will you?"
"No, I think not," replied Mrs. MacDonald, "and I don"t want my little daughter to be. So Mrs. Evans has promised that you and Dorothy shall spend day after to-morrow with us."
This was a delightful prospect, and Edna declared that the drive and the pleasure of seeing Maggie had made her feel entirely well.
"I can"t get over it," she said. "To think of Maggie"s living in that dear old house, and having that great big garden to play in and being just like any nice little girl. O, it is just too lovely for anything."
That was a happy day which the three little girls spent together.
Margaret--as the two others delighted to call her--brought out the doll which had been awarded her at the fair, to be displayed to Dorothy"s interested eyes.
"I must tell Miss Martin. She will be so glad," said Edna. "And O, Margaret, you must have Moggins. I shall have to send him out to you;"
but there was a tinge of regret in her tone.
"Will Mrs. MacDonald let you keep him?" asked Dorothy, turning to Margaret.
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"I"ll go and ask her," decided Edna, and straightway took herself to Mrs. MacDonald, and was not long in winning her consent. But Margaret was not willing to rob her friend at once of such an amusing companion as Moggins. "Wait till you go home," she said, "and then you will not miss him." And Edna, although she protested, was secretly glad when this was decided upon.
A pretty little room had been prepared for Margaret to use as her very own. Mrs. MacDonald believed in substantials, and did not indulge in much ornament. She was extremely fond of flowers, and her greenhouse was her greatest luxury. The house in which she lived was large, old-fashioned, and exceedingly comfortable, but was not as tasteful in its appointments as that of Mrs. Evans, "I am a plain woman," said Mrs. MacDonald to Mrs. Evans, "and I"m not given to fal-lals, I like my flowers and my book; and now my little daughter suits me much better than if she were a beauty."
"She has a nice, sensible, interesting face," returned Mrs. Evans.
"And, please G.o.d, she shall be a nice, sensible, interesting woman,"
replied Mrs. MacDonald, "and I hope a contented one. It"s just wonderful what one little child can do. I"m thinking, Mrs. Evans, of that little child Edna. She has brought gladness to more hearts than one by the loving little spirit in her."
"She"s a dear little body," replied Mrs. Evans, "She always makes the best of things; her little cheery ways are good to see, and are a lesson to us older growlers."
"I think my Margaret is going to be much the same," said Mrs.
MacDonald. "It"s no wonder they took to each other. When poor little Margaret has forgotten how ill a world she lived in, I think she"ll brighten many a life by her own content."
Meanwhile the children thus discussed were making the most of their opportunities, for the day was at hand when Edna must return to the city. It must be confessed that all these good times had rather spoiled the little girl for the taking up of her life at school. But she was very brave about it, and, indeed, rather reproached herself for having any regrets at all in leaving these pleasant friends. Then she began to wonder about Louis, feeling quite selfish at having been too much taken up in the affairs which had lately interested her to think of how he might be faring, and she set out with a serious mind for her journey home.
"We will stop at the post-office and see if there are any letters,"
said Mr. Evans, who had taken the little girl under his protection.
"The train will not be due for some minutes."
And Edna stood on the platform until he should return.
"I did find a letter for you," he said, as he joined her, and she was handed an envelope addressed in Louis" schoolboy hand.
The train was now in sight, and, after establishing the little girl in a seat by the window, Mr. Evans left her for a few minutes and Edna opened her letter.
It was dated a day or two earlier. "Dear Edna," it read, "I am going to run away. Don"t tell anyone. I know you won"t go back on me. I am going to my father and mother in Pasadena.
Affectionately, LOUIS."
A distressed little child it was who turned the letter over and over, helplessly. She had been having such a good time; all unhappy things had been smoothed away from her, and it seemed as if this going back became suddenly more dreadful than she could possibly have expected.
She was very quiet during the short trip, once in a while casting furtive glances at Mr. Evans, who, absorbed in his newspaper, did no more than address a word or two to her. He set her down at her uncle"s door, bidding her good-by pleasantly, and telling her that they should hope to see her in the country often.
The latch of the door being up, Edna went in, feeling very heavy-hearted.
It was early on Sat.u.r.day afternoon, the house was very quiet; there was no one in the sitting-room and Edna went through the dining-room and on to where she heard voices.
Ellen in a freshly scoured kitchen was chatting with a friend while she set things to rights. She turned with an exclamation at the sight of Edna.
"Bless the choild!" she cried. "Comin" in like a bit of a ghost! It"s good to see ye, darlint. An" are ye well again? Let me see. Thim cheeks bid to be a bit more rosy."
"Where is uncle?" asked Edna.
"Sure the two of thim is after foll"in" Masther Louis."
"And Louis?" Edna"s lip quivered. She hoped against hope.
"Hear now; he"s gone, av coorse."
"When did he go?" asked Edna, her voice shaking.
"Poor dear; don"t mourn; to be sure ye"ll be missin" him. He went to-day. Let Ellen take off your wrap, and thin ye can go up and see how nate an" nice yer room looks," and Ellen turned to continue an exciting bit of gossip for her friend"s benefit.
Edna slowly went up stairs. She felt, O, so lonely, and such a weight as Louis" secret gave her. Ellen couldn"t understand, and didn"t seem to care. What should she do? If Louis" father and mother only knew, perhaps they could do something; grown people had so many ways of preventing mishaps; time and s.p.a.ce were often no obstacles to them.
Suppose Uncle Justus and Aunt Elizabeth should find him and bring him back. Edna"s sympathies were divided. She knew her cousin would be punished, and yet she knew the others would be troubled sorely if he did not return.
She sat on the top step of the stairs, thinking, thinking harder than ever before in her life. Louis had run away because he was unhappy. He had not let his parents know for fear they would tell his aunt and uncle to take measures to prevent it. But if they knew he had actually started, they would realize, maybe, how miserable he had been and would take his part. If she could only let them know. Why, she could, of course she could. She could send a telegram. She knew she could.
There was a telegraph office down at the depot from which she had just come. Perhaps she could get there and back before her aunt and uncle returned, and no one would miss her.
Fired by this idea, she started out intent upon the business in hand.