Part 22 (2/2)

He went sometimes to the bridge house, too, and was as popular as ever among the little people there. They were not getting well very fast.

Charlotte and Sarah were up and out in the garden, and able to amuse themselves with their dolls and their games, when Violet, going home one day, found Jessie and Ned languid and fretful, and poor wee Polly lying limp and white in her cot. Her mother looked worn and anxious, David came home with a headache, and Jem was the only one among them whose health and spirits were in a satisfactory condition.

”I cannot stay to-night, mamma, because they expect me back,” said Violet. ”But I shall come home to-morrow. They don't need me half as much as you do, and I must come. You are sick yourself, mamma.”

”No, I am tired, that is all; and the weather is so warm. Don't come till the children are well. It is your proper place there, and even you cannot help us here while the weather is so warm.”

It was very hot and close, and Violet fancied that from the low fields beyond, where there was water still standing, a sickly odour came.

”No wonder they don't get strong,” said she.

Mr Oswald had spoken in the morning about sending his little girls to the country, or to the seaside. The doctor had suggested this as the best thing that could be done for them. Violet thought of their large house, with its many rooms, and of the garden in which it stood, and looked at her little sisters and brothers growing so pale and languid in the close air, which there was no hope of changing, with a feeling very like envy or discontent rising in her heart.

”Mamma,” said she, ”it is a dreadful thing to be poor;” and then she told of the plan for sending the Oswalds away for change of air, and how they were already well and strong in comparison to their own poor darlings, and then she said, again, ”It is a dreadful thing to be so poor.”

”We are not so poor as we might be?” said her mother, gravely. ”Think how it would have been if we had lost one of them, dear. G.o.d has been very good to us, and we must not be so ungrateful as to murmur because we have not all that others have, or all that we might wish for.”

”I know it, mamma. But look at these pale cheeks. Poor wee Polly! she is only a shadow of our baby. If we could only send her to Gourlay for a little while.”

”Do you think her looking so poorly? I think it is the heat that is keeping them all so languid. Don't look so miserable. If it is necessary for them to go to the country, we shall manage to send them in some way. But we are quite in the country here, and when we have had rain the air will be changed, and the heat may be less, and then they will all be better.”

”Have you made any plan about going to the country?” asked Violet, eagerly.

”No, my dear. I trust it will not be necessary. It could not be easily managed,” said Mrs Inglis, with a sigh.

”If we were only not quite so poor,” said Violet.

”I say, Letty, don't you think mamma has trouble enough without your bother?” said Jem, sharply, as his mother went out of the room. Violet looked at him in astonishment.

”If we were only not quite so poor!” repeated Jem, in the doleful tone she had used. ”You have said that three times within half an hour. You had better stay up at the big house, if that is all the good you can do by coming home.”

”That will do, Jem! Don't spoil your sermon by making it too long,”

said David, laughing.

”Sermon! No, I leave that to you, Davie. But what is the use of being so dismal? And it isn't a bit like Letty.”

”But, Jem, it is true. The children look so ill, and if they could only get a change of air--”

”And don't you suppose mamma knows all that better than you can tell her? What is the good of telling her? She has been looking all day for you to come and cheer us up and brighten us a little, and now that you have come you are as dismal as--I don't know what. You have been having too easy times lately, and can't bear hardness,” said Jem, severely.

”Have I?” said Violet, with an uncertain little laugh.

”Softly, Jem, lad!” said his mother, who had come in again. ”I think she has been having a rather hard time, only it will not do her much good to tell her so.”

”I dare say Jem is right, mamma, and I am cross.”

”Not cross, Letty, only dismal, which is a great deal worse, I think,”

said Jem.

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