Part 26 (1/2)
”Bother Elsie Carleton,” retorted Lulu with scorn. ”Betty isn't that kind of a person, or Jack either.”
”Do you suppose they'll go to England and live in a castle?” Winifred inquired in a rather awestruck tone.
”I suppose so; Lord Carresford is dreadfully rich, you know, and if he shouldn't ever happen to get married, why, Jack would inherit his t.i.tle, and be a lord too.”
”He'd rather be an artist, I think,” said Winifred, ”or a general, like his grandfather. Oh, here they come; now they'll tell us all about it.”
There was certainly no appearance of lofty superiority about the Randalls, as they came hurrying along the sand, Betty pus.h.i.+ng Jack's go-cart as usual, and their greeting to their friends was very much as it had been that morning, before they had, as Lulu expressed it, ”found out they had a lord for a relation.”
”We're so awfully glad you've come,” said Lulu joyfully, helping Jack out of the go-cart, while Winifred hastily improvised a seat for him in the sand. ”We wanted to go over to see you, but mamma and Mrs. Hamilton said we mustn't. They thought your mother and Lord Carresford might have a great many things to talk about, and wouldn't want us around.”
”They've been talking all the afternoon in mother's room,” said Betty, ”and Jack and I stayed out on the piazza, but a little while ago they called us in, and told us about everything. You can't think how pretty mother looks; her eyes are just s.h.i.+ning, and she's got such a lovely color in her cheeks.”
”I should think she would be glad,” said Lulu comprehendingly. ”Does it feel funny to be so very rich, Betty?”
Betty laughed and blushed.
”We're not so very rich,” she said modestly. ”We shouldn't have been rich at all, only that our grandfather was sorry just before he died, and wanted to make another will, and leave some of his money to mother.
He told Uncle Jack, and he was very glad, and sent right off for a lawyer, but our grandfather, who was very ill, didn't live till the lawyer came. But Uncle Jack promised he would try to find mother, and make it all right about the money. That's what he came to this country for, but, you see, the trouble was he didn't know what part of America father and mother had come to. He didn't even know that father was dead.
Mother never heard Lord Carresford's name until she saw him, standing on your piazza, but even if she had she wouldn't have known he was Uncle Jack, because she had never heard of the other two Lord Carresfords being dead.”
”I think it's the loveliest thing I ever heard of,” said Winifred, ”just think, Jack, you'll live in a castle with a park, like little Lord Fauntleroy.”
”And mother won't have to work any more,” said Jack, with sparkling eyes, ”and Betty will be a lady when she grows up, the kind of lady I wanted her to be. Oh, I'm so happy, I feel as if I should like to fly.”
”When father and mother first came home from California I used to think it must be a dream,” said Winifred, ”but it was all true, and so is this lovely thing about your Uncle Jack.” And Winifred slipped her kind little hand lovingly into that of her friend.
Jack gave the small fingers an appreciative squeeze.
”There's only one thing I'm sorry about,” he whispered shyly, ”and that is that when we go to England to live we won't see you any more, not unless you come over there to see us some time.”
”Perhaps we shall,” said Winifred hopefully. ”If we do will you ask us to stay at your castle?”
”Of course, and--I say, Winnie, when I grow up--I shall be able to walk like other people then, you know--I'll come over here to see you, and--and I'll marry you if you want me to. I like you better than any other girl in the world except Betty.”
”There's mother beckoning to me; I must go right away,” exclaimed Winifred, starting to her feet, and looking extremely red. ”Good-night, Jack; good-night, Betty and Lulu.” And away flew the little girl, never pausing or looking back until she was safely at her mother's side.
”I wonder what made Winifred leave in such a hurry,” remarked Lulu, looking after her friend in some surprise, but Jack did not offer any explanation.
”Well, Jack, my boy,” said Lord Carresford, joining his little nephew on the boarding house piazza that evening after dinner, and laying his hand affectionately on his shoulder, ”what makes you look so serious? No more difficulties about drawing lessons, eh?”
”Oh, Uncle Jack, I'm so very happy; I was just thinking how beautiful everything is, and I was wis.h.i.+ng----”
”Well, what were you wis.h.i.+ng?” his uncle asked smiling, as Jack paused.
”Only that everybody else in the world might be happy too.”