"I will tell him how you feel about being separated from Nelly and Rob," replied his mother; "and I think we can arrange in some way."
Mrs. Cook had already made up her mind what she would do. She would ask Mrs. March to let Nelly go back with them to New York for the winter. She knew that Mr. Cook would be willing; and she believed that Mrs. March might be persuaded to consent, on account of the advantage it would be to Nelly. But she would not mention this plan to Arthur now, because he would only be all the more disappointed if it failed. Arthur leaned his head back in his chair, and shut his eyes again.
"Oh, dear!" he said, "crying does always make my head ache so!"
"Yes, dear," said his mother, "that is reason enough, if there were no other, why you should try hard to behave like a man always, and never let any little thing upset you enough to make you cry."
"I know it," said Arthur, forlornly; "but you cry before you think you"re going to; and then you can"t stop."
As soon as Mrs. Cook was alone with her husband, she told him what Arthur had said.
"I am not at all surprised," he replied: "I have been expecting it."
"Of course it would never do to leave the child here," said Mrs.
Cook.
"Of course not," said Mr. Cook. "But I"ll tell you what we might do: take Rob and Nelly home with us for the winter. I think their father and mother would let them go."
"Rob too?" said Mrs. Cook.
"Rob too!" echoed Mr. Cook. "Why, if I could have but one Rob would be the one; but if we take one we"ve got to take both: you might as well propose to separate the Siamese twins."
"I was thinking of proposing to take Nelly," said Mrs. Cook. "I don"t see how Mrs. March could spare them both."
"She could easier let them both go than have one left behind to pine. I don"t know but it would kill them to be apart from each other. I don"t see, though, how you can prefer Nelly to Rob?"
"And I don"t see how you can prefer Rob to Nelly," answered Mrs.
Cook: "as a companion for Arthur, Nelly is twice as good as Rob."
"Does Arthur like her better?" asked Mr. Cook.
"Yes, I think he does," replied Mrs. Cook: "he seems to lean on her.
He is very fond of Rob, too. He said to-day that they were just like his sister and brother."
"Let us go down to-night and ask Mr. and Mrs. March about it," said Mr. Cook. "The sooner it is settled the better. If Arthur has got this crotchet in his head about staying, he won"t be easy a minute."
After tea, Mr. and Mrs. Cook walked down to the house, and proposed the plan. At first, Mr. March said no, most decidedly. But Mrs.
March begged him to consider the thing, and not decide too hastily.
"Think what a splendid thing it would be for the children," she said.
"But think what a desolate winter you would have here without them,"
said Mr. March.
"Oh, no, not desolate!" said Mrs. March: "not desolate with you here. Nelly would write every week. The winter would soon pa.s.s away.
And, Robert, they may never have another such opportunity in their lives. I think it would be wrong for us to refuse it for them."
"Why not consult them?" said Mr. Cook.
"I know beforehand what they would say," answered Mr. March. "Nelly would say stay here, and Rob would say go. No: we must decide the question ourselves; and Mrs. March is right: we ought not to decide too hastily. We will let you know in the morning."
"You understand, I hope," said Mrs. Cook, "that it is a very great favor, for the sake of our helpless boy, that we ask it. It is really asking you to give up your two children for a time, just to make our one happy."
"I understand that," replied Mr. March; "but you must know that it is also a very great obligation under which we lay ourselves to you.
I feel it to be such, and I confess I shrink from it: I can never repay it."
"Nonsense!" said Mr. Cook. "The obligation is all on our side; and if you had ever had a poor helpless child like Arthur, you could realize it. Why, March, I"d give all my fortune this moment, and begin at the bottom and make it all over again, if I could see Arthur well and strong as your Rob." And the tears filled Mr. Cook"s eyes, as he shook hands with Mrs. March, and bade her good-night.
Mr. and Mrs. March talked nearly all night before they could come to a decision about this matter. It was a terrible thing to them to look forward to a whole winter without the children. But Mrs. March continually said:--
"Robert, suppose we never have another chance to give either of them such an opportunity of pleasure and improvement as this. How shall we feel when we look back? We should never forgive ourselves."
So it was decided that the children should go.
In the morning Mrs. March said to Nelly:--
"You"ll miss Arthur when he goes: won"t you?"
Nelly hesitated, and finally said:--
"Arthur says he won"t go!"
"Won"t go!" exclaimed Mrs. March: "what does he mean?"
"He is going to ask his father to ask you to let him stay here with us," replied Nelly. "I thought he might sleep in Rob"s bed. Rob says he"d just as soon sleep on the lounge; and I thought you"d be willing. He"s such a poor dear! I could take all the care of him."
"Would you really like to have him?" said Mrs. March.
"Oh, yes, indeed, mamma, ever so much! I love him as well as I do Rob,--almost: not quite, I guess, because he isn"t my own brother; but it is so hard for him to be sick, that makes me love him more."
"Mr. and Mrs. Cook came down here last night to ask us to let you and Rob go back to New York with them for the winter," said Mrs.
March, very quietly, watching Nelly"s face as she spoke.
It turned scarlet in one second, and the voice was almost a shriek in which Nelly cried out:--
"Oh, mamma! how perfectly splendid! Can we go?"
Then in the very next second she said:--
"But you couldn"t spare us: could you? You couldn"t stay here all alone." And her face fell.
"Yes, I think we could spare you; and we have said you might go,"
said Mrs. March, smiling.
Nelly"s arms were round her mother"s neck in one moment, and she was kissing her and half laughing and half crying.
"Oh, mamma! mamma!" she said, "I can"t tell whether I am glad or sorry. I don"t want to go away from you; but oh! if you only could hear Arthur tell of all the beautiful things in New York! Oh! I don"t know whether I am sorry or glad!"
But Mrs. March knew very well that she was glad, and this made it much easier for her to bear the thought of the separation.