Part 7 (1/2)

A doctor from the hospital had sent down a wagon and goat team. There were bicycles and a hobby-horse, and boats safely fastened; so they rode, ran, trotted, or sat in the boats, all the happy day.

Two things were almost forgotten in all the excitement. One was, that this was Ethelwyn's birthday, and the other, that they had to go away the next day.

In the evening, however, there was a birthday cake, with eight candles on it. Then they had the fun of opening the box from j.a.pan.

There was a whole family of quaint dolls for Elizabeth, labeled by Dorothy's husband, ”Heathen dolls: never baptized.”

”Nor never will be, by Nan,” said Elizabeth, fondly hugging them to her, and fixing guilty Nan with a steadfast glance.

There was the cunningest watch for Ethelwyn about the size of a quarter of a dollar.

”It's a live one, though,” said its owner proudly, shaking it and holding it up to her ear.

There was a parasol and a sash for Nan, and three j.a.panese costumes complete for the ”three little maids from school.” These, they at once put on. Then they all went out on the lawn, and hung j.a.panese lanterns in the trees, and Nan's father set off the fireworks, which were also in the box; so the day closed in a blaze of glory.

At last they were in the sitting-room again.

The adopted children clean and dressed in white gowns were asleep in their dainty iron beds, and dreaming of happiness past, and to come.

Nan, her father, and mother, and Mrs. Stevens came in for a last word.

”I shall put on mourning to-morrow,” announced Nan in a melancholy voice, ”for I shall be a widow. What makes you go away, Mrs. Rayburn?”

”School and business call us to town, Nan, but we shall come every summer, and spend Christmas here, too, I hope.”

”This has been the best birthday I ever spent or ever expect to,” said Ethelwyn with the air of having spent at least fifty. ”It is such a good idea to give things away instead of always getting them, but if you can do both, as happened this time, it covers everything.”

Then they were all quiet for a little while, until Mrs. Rayburn went to the piano, and touching the keys, sang softly:

”And does thy day seem dark, All turned to rain?

Seek thou one out whose life Is filled with pain.

Put out a hand to help This greater need, And lo! within thy life The sun will s.h.i.+ne indeed.”

_CHAPTER X_ _Beth's Birthday_

The s.p.a.ce between our birthdays seems to grow apace, When we're young they loiter; when we're old they race.

It began with a bad time; and so did the next day, as things sometimes do, even though they turn out all right at the end, like a rainy morning that clears off into a blue and gold afternoon. Ethelwyn and Beth did not fall out very often, but then they didn't have a birthday very often, nor Christmas, nor any other of the days when the land flows with ice cream and candy, and is bounded on the next day by crossness and pitfalls.

That was one reason.

That day early they had decided never to be bad again, never; ”because,”

said Ethelwyn, ”it is very troublesome getting good again, and makes mother feel bad.”

”Uh huh,” said Beth.

They were not up yet, and the door leading into their mother's room was open.