Part 14 (1/2)

”Yes; and doesn't the old part of the town, with its queer red brick houses and narrow streets, look pretty? And look at the bay in front of it, with its s.h.i.+ps and barges. Doesn't it all look lovely in the sunlight?”

”Yes, Frank, it does look pretty,” cried Mervyn; ”and isn't the sea a beautiful blue colour?”

”And don't our donkeys look funny little gray fellows, away down there on the road?” cried Bunny. ”Oh, dear! they do look far away.”

”Bunny would rather look at her donkey than all the beauties of the country,” said Mr. Dashwood with a smile, as he took his little girl upon his knee. ”But these youngsters must not be defrauded of their cakes and lemonade, Frank. Would you mind going into that wonderful shop to see if you can get some?”

”Oh! they have lots of good things in there, I know,” answered Frank. ”I hope you will be able to eat a good supply, Bunny?”

”Yes, I feel able to eat several cakes,” cried Bunny; ”thank you, dear papa, for thinking of them. I do love buns and lemonade. Don't you, Mervyn?”

”Yes, Bunny, very much,” replied her cousin.

”I am afraid I shall get scolded for letting you have them,” said Mr. Dashwood, as Frank appeared, carrying an armful of cakes and buns, and followed by a man with gla.s.ses and bottles of lemonade.

”If you eat all these you won't be able to take anything at tea, and then Miss Kerr will be so dreadfully angry.”

”Oh! never mind, papa, dear,” cried Bunny; ”cakes and lemonade are just as good as tea, but I will eat as much as ever I can when I go home, and then no one will scold you.”

”That's a good, kind little woman,” said her father laughing; ”but finish up those cakes now as fast as you can, for I want to get back to the club for an hour before dinner.”

”I will just put this in my pocket for the donkey-boy, papa,” said the little girl, holding up a bun which she could not manage to eat; ”he was very good, and made the donkeys go so well.”

”I think we will go round by the road, Frank,” said Mr. Dashwood, rising from the bench; ”it is not quite so steep as the mount, and is very little longer.”

”Very well; I daresay it will be the best way to return; it will be a variety anyway,” said Frank. ”Mervyn, will you walk with me? I want to talk to you about India and all our friends there.”

”Yes, yes,” said the little boy, ”that is the very thing I should like.”

”But our donkeys--oh! are we not going home on our donkeys?” cried Bunny.

”Of course we are, you little grumbler,” said her father. ”We are only going to walk round by the road to them instead of tumbling pell-mell down the hill again. Come along with me, and let these two boys talk over their affairs together.”

Then, taking his little girl by the hand, Mr. Dashwood walked quickly away with her down the hilly road. Frank and Mervyn followed them slowly arm-in-arm, and the elder boy, with a look of yearning love in his eyes, asked his small friend many anxious questions about the dear father and mother whom he had not seen for such a long time.

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CHAPTER XI.

WAS IT CRUEL?

One lovely afternoon towards the end of September Mrs. Dashwood and Miss Kerr sat together on the lawn in front of the house. They were st.i.tching away at some pretty clothes, that were evidently intended for a large wax doll, with golden ringlets and blue eyes, that lay on a table that stood between them on the gra.s.s.

Mrs. Dashwood looked pale and delicate still, but there was a well-pleased smile upon her sweet face as she sat enjoying the sea breezes. She was comfortably propped up with pillows in a large wicker chair, and her thin white fingers were busily engaged on her dainty work. The fresh country air had done her great service, and she was full of the hope that she should soon return quite strong and well to town.

Bunny lay curled up in another big chair, and although she knew very well that the pretty doll was intended for her, she looked very cross and did not seem to notice what was going on about her.

”Why don't you go and play, Bunny?” said Miss Kerr looking up from her work. ”I do not like to see you tumbling about there with such a cross look on your face. Go and get a book--or will you have a needle and thread and try to do some sewing?”