Part 15 (2/2)

But what will not a rather frivolous little heart do for the sake of a pretty dress?

Nora in her own way was as thoughtless as Annie, and it never occurred to either of them as even possible that Molly should be pained by the fact of the locked door.

A fortnight pa.s.sed away. The pink dress and the white were both finished and the blue was rapidly approaching completion, when one day the whole party at the Grange were considerably electrified and their attention turned into a completely new quarter by a letter which arrived for Hester from Sir John Thornton.

After writing on various subjects, he concluded his lengthy epistle as follows:--

”I shall not be home for another week. For some reasons I am sorry for this delay; but when I explain matters to you, my dear Hester, on the occasion of my return, you will, I am sure, agree with me that my absence from home is, under the circ.u.mstances, allowable.

In the meantime, I have not forgotten that Nan's birthday is on the 15th of August, and that that date is only a week distant. If in any way possible, I shall return either on the fifteenth or the evening of the day before; but, meanwhile, I give you _carte blanche_ to celebrate the auspicious event in any manner you like.

You need spare no expense to make the day as truly festive to yourself and your young friends as you possibly can. I enclose in this letter a blank cheque to which I have affixed my signature.

You may fill it in for any sum within reason, and then if you take it to the bank at Nortonbury it will be cashed for you. Buy Nan a handsome present from me, and please choose presents for Annie Forest and all the Lorrimer children. I am sorry to hear bad rumours with regard to the Squire, and that there is a possibility of the Towers being soon in the market; but I trust these rumours are either grossly exaggerated or without any foundation. I am sorry, also, to hear that Nora Lorrimer has met with an accident, but am glad that you are taking care of her, as I know by experience that no one could have a kinder nurse than my good little Hetty. Get every possible thing you can want, my love, for Nan's birthday. Make it a festival to be long remembered by you all. Set your wits to work to make the day a really brilliant one, and expect your loving father, if not to share in the whole of the festivity, at least to be present at a portion of it.

”Now good-bye, my dear Hester; give my love to Nan, and remember me kindly to your young friend, Miss Forest.--Believe me, your affectionate father,

”JOHN THORNTON.”

Hester received this letter at breakfast time. She read it through gravely--not once, but twice. Annie's gay voice, her peals of merry laughter, and her gay and irresistibly funny speeches were diverting the attention of Molly, and to a certain extent of Nan; but Nan knew the handwriting on the envelope. She was also well aware of the fact that the birthday, when she would have the glorious privilege of counting nine years as her own, was close at hand. When Hester, therefore, folded up the letter, she called to her from the other end of the table.

”Toss it over, Hetty,” she said. ”I know it's from the Dad; let us hear what he says.”

”Yes, it is from father,” replied Hester in a grave voice.

”May not I read what he says?”

”The beginning part is business.”

”Well, I'll skip the business; you can point out where the fun begins.

What are you looking so mysterious and solemn about? Why may not I read the letter?”

Nan looked almost cross; Hester was disturbed. She showed this by slipping the letter into her pocket. This fact aroused Annie's curiosity, who looked at her with sparkling eyes full of mischief.

”You are a cross-patch,” exclaimed Nan in her most spoilt tone. ”I never knew such a thing. Is not a father's letter meant for one child as well as for another?”

”No, Nan, dear, not on this occasion,” said Hester in a firm tone. ”Now, try not to be silly; finish your breakfast, and I will speak to you afterwards.”

Nan pouted.

”When is Sir John coming back, Hester?” inquired Molly.

”In about a week,” replied Hester.

”A week,” shouted Nan suddenly recovering her good humour. ”Hurrah! my birthday will be in a week. My dear, good girls all of you, I am getting elderly as fast as possible. I'll be nine in a week; isn't that scrumptious? Did Dad say anything about my birthday in that mysterious letter, Hetty?”

”He is coming home for your birthday,” replied Hester.

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