At length they halted before a small house that appeared strangely familiar to Lottie, and Joel rapped on the door. What was her surprise and delight to see the door opened by Flora Hazeley.
"Lottie!" the latter exclaimed.
"Flora!"
Joel stood by, smilingly, while Lottie was introduced to the rest of the family.
"It seems so strange that both your brother and mine should be returned runaways, doesn"t it, Flora?" remarked Lottie, when all were seated.
"How about Lottie?" slyly whispered Joel, as he sat by her side.
Lottie deigned no reply, but tossed her head willfully, while she thought: "No, I will never go back to Aunt Emmeline"s."
It was a very pleasant little home party that sat and chatted in the old dining room that evening, but it was not until Lottie and Flora were alone in the room which they were to share for the night, that Lottie opened her heart, and poured out her woes into Flora"s sympathetic ear.
"Oh, Lottie, how could you?" asked Flora, when the recital was over.
"Oh, Flora, of course I could do it, and so would you have done, in my place," returned Lottie, in an injured tone.
"Is it possible that you have left your poor, sick aunt all alone?"
"She isn"t very sick; she only thinks she is," said Lottie, sulkily.
"She can get about her room well enough. It won"t hurt her to go a bit farther, and go downstairs."
Flora, after a few more ineffectual words, saw Lottie was feeling too bitter and hurt to be ashamed of her desertion of her poor, sick aunt, and, with her customary tact, dropped the subject entirely. For a few moments there was silence, each busy with her own thoughts.
As Flora was brushing her hair, of which she was justly proud, she said:
"Lottie, let us sit here in front of the fire. I often do, and watch the sparks as they flit here and there. I feel like talking to-night. I have listened to your story. Now, you come here with me; I want to tell you mine."
Nothing loth, Lottie seated herself, and listened attentively while her friend told of her own life, with all of its disappointments, hardships, and trials.
"What has all this to do with me?" asked Lottie, suspiciously, for she had a vague idea that Flora had an object in view.
"It has this to do with you, Lottie dear," answered Flora, as she put her own shapely hand, gently but firmly, over the rebellious one in Lottie"s lap. "It will show you that none of us can have things exactly as we want them, and we are cowards if we run away from our duties. Had I been left to choose what I wished, I should not have chosen a single thing that came to me, and yet I am sure everything turned out for the very best. In the first place, Aunt Sarah"s sending me home made me think and act for myself and others, and in doing so I became far stronger than I would have been had I stayed with, and depended on Aunt Bertha, if she had lived. In doing the second, I found pleasure, and now that after all our worrying Harry has come back so changed, I am just as happy as I can be. But suppose I had run away, when things were dark and discouraging, would I now have anything to be happy over?"
"But n.o.body ever struck you, Flora. That is different," said Lottie, looking less stubborn.
"No," replied Flora; "that is very true, dear; n.o.body ever struck me.
But I have had other things quite as hard. Indeed, things that I thought I could not possibly endure. But, you know who helped me bear them, don"t you, Lottie dear?"
"Yes," was the subdued reply. "You mean G.o.d helped you."
"Yes, and he will help you too, Lottie, if you will let him. But you must take up your duties again, you know."
"What? go back to Aunt Emmeline?"
"Yes, I mean just that. I am sure she did not intend to treat you badly.
She will tell you so, I have no doubt, some day."
"I don"t know about that," said Lottie; "but, I guess I ought to go.
But, suppose she will not have me back again; what then?"
"Oh, don"t borrow trouble. It will be time enough to think about that when it happens," replied Flora. "But come, it"s time we were asleep."
Sleep, however, did not come to Lottie as soon as it did to her friend.
Her mind was too busy, turning over the events of the day, and antic.i.p.ating the possible ones of the morrow. Nevertheless, Lottie was not really a coward, and when she had decided on a certain course, she kept to it, as we have already seen.
CHAPTER XVII.
MORE SURPRISES.
Next day, Lottie informed her brother of her decision to return to her aunt, and apologize for her unceremonious departure.
Joel was very glad that she had come to this conclusion of her own free will, for he had feared he might have trouble in bringing her to it. He more than half-suspected that Flora had a good deal to do with his sister"s present submissive state, and was accordingly grateful.
Lottie bade her friends good-bye, and with Joel to keep her courage up, turned her face determinedly toward her aunt"s home, only making a comical grimace, as Flora whispered to her some words of encouragement, adding the a.s.surance that all would come out right.
The brother and sister walked on together in silence, for some time; and then it was Joel who talked, for Lottie was too busy thinking to care for conversation. She acted as guide until they stood under the old poplar in front of the quiet little house, and then she took refuge behind her brother, who marched undauntedly up to the door, and gave a knock, which said plainly: "Here are some people who mean business."
The knock evidently surprised Mrs. Durand, for she opened the door herself, instead of telling them to "Come in," as was her usual custom.
At first she saw no one but Joel, and seemed strongly inclined to close the door upon him; but when she caught sight of Lottie, standing demurely behind him, she steadied herself firmly upon her canes, and inquired, "What do you want?"
"In the first place, Aunt Emmeline," said Joel, calmly, "I suppose you know me?"
"No, I can"t say I do," was the reply.
"I am not much surprised. It has been some time since we met. I am Joel Piper, your nephew, and Lottie"s brother."
Mrs. Durand said nothing, but only stood and looked.
"Lottie, come here; Aunt Emmeline, Lottie has something to say to you."
Lottie came from behind her brother, and speaking rapidly, as if she were afraid she would lose courage if she did not talk fast, said: "I"ve come to say that I am sorry I acted so badly, Aunt Emmeline, and if you will let me, I"ll come back again."
"Come in," was the brusque command. Joel and Lottie entered, and Mrs.
Durand closed the door. Then she turned to them, and said, simply:
"If you want to come back, I guess you may."
Lottie shrugged her shoulders. She wanted so much to say that she did not come back because she wanted to, but because she thought she ought, and she bit her tongue, by way of admonishing that unruly member to keep still.
Joel guessed something of what was pa.s.sing in his sister"s mind, and hastened to engage Mrs. Durand in conversation.