Part 17 (1/2)

”I couldn't come before,” replied Edna; ”my aunt doesn't allow me to visit.” She looked up wistfully, not liking to explain that this appearance of herself was purely accidental. ”But I'm very, very glad to see you,” she added.

Mrs. Porter was busy was.h.i.+ng off the stain. ”It isn't very much of a cut,” she said. ”I do not think it will trouble you much.”

”I was so afraid of the cows,” replied Edna, ”and I ran up the steps as hard as I could scramble out of the way.”

”They are rather terrifying, I admit. How came your aunt to allow you away down here alone, when she is so particular?” asked Mrs. Porter.

Edna was silent, and stood with downcast eyes. Then she looked up, saying, candidly, ”My aunt didn't have anything to say about it. I had to come. I had to, indeed I did, but I'd rather not tell why.”

Mrs. Porter looked down into the clear eyes, but they answered her look too innocently for her to suspect any wrong motive. So she smiled and kissed her little visitor. ”Never mind, then,” she replied. ”Now you are here you must stay and take tea with us. I want you to know my boys. You look rather pale. Have you been sick?”

”I've had the measles. But I must go home, Mrs. Porter. They will be worried about me.”

”No, they won't. I will send Steve with a note right away. I will tell your aunt that you tumbled up my steps, and that I am going to keep you a while. I will make it all right.”

And this was done forthwith. There was no resisting Mrs. Porter, but yet Edna had a little uneasy feeling at heart that it was not just right for her to remain, although she felt tired and her head ached.

Stephen was dispatched with the note, and soon returned, saying he had delivered it safely into Ellen's hands. And the two boys proceeded to amuse their little visitor with as much gallantry as possible. Roger brought out his Punch and Judy figures. Stephen displayed his electric motor and his gold-fish; therefore the afternoon pa.s.sed very quickly, and Edna forgot her fright and her troubles in all the new and interesting games the boys had to show.

”I wish we had a little sister,” said Roger.

”And I wish my two brothers were here,” returned Edna.

”We'll be your two brothers while you are here,” said Stephen.

Edna laughed. ”Then I'll have to call you Frank and Charlie,” and she proceeded to decide which should be which, and to tell the boys of her brothers' pranks and funny sayings.

This was after tea, when the three were having a fine time over a game of ”Parchesi,” sitting around a big table.

Presently the bell rang; there were voices in the hall--questions and answers--and Mrs. Porter was summoned; then, in another minute, in walked Uncle Justus.

A look at his face told Edna something of his anxiety; but he held out his hand, and she went straight to him, where he kept her close, as if he could not let her go.

”We thought you were lost,” he said, in trembling tones; ”I have been looking for you since early in the day.”

”O,” cried Edna, ”Uncle Justus, I am so sorry.”

”Didn't Mrs. Horner get my note?” asked Mrs. Porter.

”That she didn't receive it made the trouble,” replied Uncle Justus.

”The maid took the note and put it on the hall table, where it was not discovered until an hour ago, Ellen having forgotten it and not connecting it with Edna. In the meantime I have been searching everywhere.”

”It is my fault,” cried Mrs. Porter; ”I should not have kept Edna this time, but I was so glad to see her, and she had hurt herself; besides, she looked so pale and tired.”

”Where were you going when you started down town?” asked Uncle Justus.

”O,” Edna said, ”Uncle Justus, I felt so dreadfully about Louis. I couldn't stand it.”

”Well, my child, I don't understand why you should; but we had better go straight home now, and relieve the minds of your friends.”

Edna did not talk much on the way home, but she held Uncle Justus'