Part 7 (1/2)

As was expected, they found there was much anxiety at home over their long absence. Mr. Sherwood was on the watch when the sleigh drove up, and was beside it in time to help the m.u.f.fled figures alight, and anxious to hear the particulars of their protracted drive.

”Let me go into Mrs. Gurney's just a minute, papa,” said Dexie, ”and I will tell you all about it when I come back.”

Then they found themselves pulled through the hall by the eager children, who had been watching for their appearance for hours, and into the sitting-room where Mrs. Gurney sat with a white, anxious face, waiting their arrival.

In a few minutes the story of their detention was told, Lancy telling his part and Elsie hers, Dexie finis.h.i.+ng the story by confessing to the extreme measures used to keep Elsie awake, not sparing herself in the least when telling of the quarrel she had provoked, and there was a suspicious moisture in Mr. Gurney's eyes as he listened to the story.

”You have been in great peril,” said he, as he drew the girls to his side.

”Let us all kneel a moment and return thanks for the safety of these dear ones;” and all knelt, just as they were: Mr. Gurney with one arm around Elsie, the other around Dexie; Lancy with his fur coat still on, and the whip in his hand; the little ones, who had pressed into the room, dropped to their knees, their arms full of toys; Mrs. Gurney with the baby in her arms--all knelt, while a few earnest words went up from a father's grateful heart.

Mrs. Gurney insisted that Elsie should go up to bed at once, and be doctored for the cold she had evidently contracted, and pressing a kiss on Dexie's cheek, she followed her daughter upstairs.

But for all their care Elsie was confined to her room for several weeks, and her recovery was slow and tedious. They were all thankful, though, that nothing more serious resulted from exposure to the storm, which was the worst that had visited the country for several years.

Dexie had to tell the story over again when she went home; but she made light of it all, making much more fun out of their grand ride on horseback than either she or Elsie had experienced while partaking of it. But the whole story came out when Lancy came in during the evening, and Mr.

Sherwood's look of tender solicitude contrasted strangely with the mother's apparent unconcern, as the story of their adventure was related at length.

”I am forgetting that I was sent in here with a message,” Lancy said, a few minutes later. ”Elsie has been asking to see you, Dexie, and mother wishes to know if you are too tired to run in a few minutes.”

Dexie followed Lancy into his own door, and running swiftly up the stairs was soon bending over Elsie, who was wrapped up like a mummy.

”I did not want to see you for anything _very_ particular,” Elsie said, in answer to Dexie's inquiry. ”But I could not go to sleep for thinking of last night. It seems so good to be in my own bed again, safe, after all my fears, that I wanted to tell you once more how sorry I am for being so cross with you; for I was _awful_ cross, Dexie, when you talked so harshly to me.”

”Now, Elsie! don't speak as if there were anything for _you_ to be sorry for, or I shall have such qualms of conscience as will surely make me ill,”

was Dexie's laughing reply.

After a few minutes' chat, Dexie left the room to return home, but Lancy was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, and he drew her into the parlor, saying:

”Stay with me a little while, Dexie, do; no one will disturb us here, and I want to have a 'sing.' Your father or Gussie are sure to be in the parlor if we go into your house.”

”Well, it will have to be a short 'sing,' Lancy, for the drive in the wind has made me sleepy.”

When Mrs. Gurney pa.s.sed the door a few minutes later, and peeped into the dimly lighted room to listen to the soft strains that met her ears, she smiled and softly withdrew, for Lancy was seated at the instrument, and Dexie stood by his side, her hand resting carelessly on his shoulder, while they sang what Mrs. Gurney knew was their private thanksgiving.

As the last notes died away, Lancy turned on the music-stool and took her hand; Dexie's thoughts had been so engrossed that, for the moment, she let it rest there, when she heard the low-spoken words: ”I want to tell you something, Dexie.”

Instantly Elsie's words flashed into her mind, and she tried to break away from the arm that encircled her waist.

”Let me go, Lancy,” was the startled cry. ”It is time I was home.”

”I will take you home presently, Dexie; I want to talk to you a few minutes first,” and catching her hands in his he held her close.

”But I do not want to be held here! Oh, Lancy! let go my hands. I must go home.”

”Be quiet and listen to me a minute, Dexie; only a minute. I want to tell you that, when I left you both in the sleigh last night, I felt far worse about leaving you than my own sister. Do you know why, Dexie?”

”I don't want to know, Lancy. I don't want to hear another word.”