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She was, +however, such a very pretty little girl, and so very +gentle and sweet-tempered, that she could hardly have +been improved upon, and all the eight children at the Lodge +loved her.</p> + +<figure class="figright illowp35" id="i_001" style="max-width: 44.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_001.jpg" alt="Girl and dog"> +</figure> + +<p>The eight children at the Lodge were not particularly +pretty, neither were they particularly good, but they had +warm, affectionate little hearts, and I suppose that, as each +baby brings love into the world with it, there was eight +times the amount of love in the cottage that there was at +the Hall.</p> +<br> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_002" style="max-width: 54.375em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_002.jpg" alt="Girl with two dogs"> +</figure> +<br> + +<p>When the children at the cottage +looked curiously at the little lady in +her velvet and fur, their mother used +to be ashamed of them, and tell +them that beauty was only skin-deep, +and it was better to be good than +pretty—and they all believed her +except Bet, and on that dreadful day +when Francey told the little lady to +her face that she did not see she +(the little lady) was a bit better than +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span> +she was, except for her clothes, +poor Mrs. Smith had wept tears +of sorrow and mortification, and +Francey had dined on dry bread +for a week—and they had all again +implicitly believed, as their mother +had told them, that they were only +common children and Miss Dolly +was a very superior being indeed—except +Bet.</p> + +<figure class="figleft illowp35" id="i_003" style="max-width: 41.6875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_003.jpg" alt="Man with boy and girl"> +</figure> + +<p>Bet was the youngest but one, +so it was the seventh time the +Angel of Love had come to the +cottage when he was born. He was particularly plain—bless +his heart, just like his dear father, Mrs. Smith used +to say to the servants at the Hall—and although he brought +plenty of love into the poor home, unfortunately he did not +bring any extra bread and butter with him.</p> + +<p>Bet was a dreadful boy—what his mother called a +limb. He used to plant his sturdy legs apart, and gape +at Miss Dolly and the Squire, without a touch of his cap +or a pull at his rough curls, for all the world as if they +were common cottage people like himself—for sometimes +when a little common child is born the fairies forget to +tell him that he is not quite like the upper classes, and +then he is very apt to go through life never learning the +difference at all, and having the impertinence sometimes to +grow up into something quite original.</p> +<br> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_004" style="max-width: 43.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_004.jpg" alt="Girl with two younger kids"> +</figure> +<br> + +<p>But the funny thing was that, for all his impudent +ways, it was Bet that Miss Dolly chose to love out of +all the children at the Lodge. If she ran away from the +nurse or her governess in the garden, they were sure to +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span>find her sitting behind a bush with Bet, sharing strawberries +on a leaf, or making cups and saucers out of acorns.</p> + +<p>Her mother used to laugh, and say that an only child +must have someone to play with, and that Bet was a dear +impudent boy, with his brown curls and his twinkling eyes +and his ugly face.</p> + +<p>Now Bet was very fond of animals, and the gamekeeper +had given him a spaniel puppy, and the gardener’s +boy had given him a kitty, and one winter’s morning he +had raced them down the avenue together and into +the road.</p> + +<p>Just as he got through the gate of the avenue he saw +a whole lot of rough boys bounding and leaping towards +him, and before he knew what they were going to do they +had seized the poor little kitty, and were tossing it from +one to the other as if it were a ball.</p> + +<figure class="figleft illowp35" id="i_005" style="max-width: 50.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_005.jpg" alt="Boy and girl sitting"> +</figure> + +<p>Bet was terrified and he was furious—and, above all, +he heard the mewing of the frightened kitty as she clung +with teeth and claws to the cruel hand—but Bet was only +six years old, and though he kicked and struck and fought, +the boys just laughed and shook him off as if he had +been a cross puppy, and not a very brave, angry, ugly +little boy.</p> + +<p>But at that moment there +came to his ears the sweetest +sound he had ever heard—the +sound of flying feet upon the +gravel, and a furious screaming +voice, much more like an infuriated +cockatoo than a very +superior little girl.</p> + +<p>“You leave that boy’s<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span> +kitten alone!” she was shouting, as she came flying down +the drive in her fur cloak and scarlet hat. “You—you +cowards—I’ll call the gardeners. I’ll call the coachman. +You leave that cat alone!”</p> + +<figure class="figleft illowp55" id="i_006" style="max-width: 62.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_006.jpg" alt="Group of boys playing with a cat"> +</figure> + +<p>She had plunged into the midst of them, kicking and +hitting much harder than Bet had done, and attracting +so much attention that Smith rushed out of the cottage +with his stick and Mrs. Smith’s red face appeared at an +upper window. But Dolly had won the victory before the +reinforcements arrived. The boys had dispersed in a great +hurry at the sight of the stick and Smith’s powerful arm, +and Dolly and Bet were huddled on the bank by the +roadside together, with the poor frightened pussy clasped +in their arms. Dolly was crying, now that the need for +courage was over, and Bet was very white and very still, +for a great resolve was forming itself in his mind, and +it took all his strength to be capable of the sacrifice. +The whole family came out to comfort Dolly and dry +her tears, +and Smith +himself prepared +to escort +her back +to the house. +Her own +spaniels, +Dash and +Dandy, had +found her +out, and were +leaping joyfully +upon<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span> +her, partly from affection no doubt, but partly because +she still held the long-suffering pussy out of the way of their +frantic leaps.</p> + +<p>“I’m ever so much obliged to you, Miss Dolly,” said +Mrs. Smith, wiping the mud and snow off her fur cloak, +and she looked round furtively at Bet to see if he had it in +his mind to be polite or not.</p> + +<p>But there was so need to tell Bet to pull his curly locks +to-day. Even if one is an independent young Briton, with +very crude ideas of social distinctions, one is often blessed +with very strong feelings of love or gratitude, and Bet’s blue +eyes were shining.</p> + +<figure class="figright illowp35" id="i_007" style="max-width: 38.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_007.jpg" alt="Mother and daughter"> +</figure> + +<p>“I’ll never forget,” he said; “I’ll give you my best—always—I +won’t never forget.”</p> + +<p>He choked and ran away into the house, and Mrs. +Smith excused him. “You see, he’s but young, Miss,” +she said, “and he’s not free of his words, but he’s very +much your debtor for the cat, +that he is.”</p> + +<p>So Smith and the big stick, +and Dash and Dolly, strolled +away to the house together.</p> + +<p>Half way along the avenue +they came upon three of the +eight children scattering salt +upon the snow, hoping it might +lodge upon the tail of a fat +robin that was hopping from twig +to twig. They shrank away out +of their father’s sight, but Dolly +could not resist stopping to see +if they succeeded. However,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span> +Dash and Dandy made +such a rush at the fat +robin, both at once, +that he flew away with +a frightened chirp, and +Dolly nodded to the +children, and ran on +home.</p> + +<figure class="figleft illowp45" id="i_008" style="max-width: 59.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_008.jpg" alt="Boy sleeping with dog"> +</figure> + +<p>But all that day Bet sat moodily in his little corner +by the grate, with the great resolve taking root in his slow +mind. To-morrow was Christmas Day and he wanted to +make Miss Dolly a present, and in all the world he had +only one thing of his very own of any value and that +was his puppy. He wanted to give it to her, and in his +heart he meant to give it to her, but it was like tearing a +very precious flower up by the roots to take this great love +out of his life; for he <em>did</em> love it. It ate out of his saucer +at meals and slept in his crib at night, and, however little +there might be to eat, Bet’s share was equally divided with +the puppy.</p> + +<p>He did not tell his mother what he was thinking about, +or why his tears fell that night into the puppy’s saucer, +because she used to say to Bet sometimes that they were +too poor to be generous, and Bet did not want to hear her +say that to-night; so he crept silently to bed and laid his +cheek upon the puppy’s coat, and in two minutes they were +fast asleep.</p> +<br> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_009" style="max-width: 47.6875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_009.jpg" alt="Young boy with puppy"> +</figure> +<br> + +<p>And that was how it happened that on Christmas +morning there was an empty chair at the crowded table, +and a neglected basin of bread and milk standing on the +hob. There were no Christmas stockings for the Lodge +children and no parcels on their plates, but Mrs. Smith +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span>loved all her children very much, and especially Bet, so +she kept going uneasily between the window and the fire, +saying anxiously, first to one and then to another: “Wherever +is the boy?”</p> + +<p>Now the Lodge children were well brought up, and +under no circumstances were they allowed to talk at meals, +but when Mrs. Smith had repeated her question for about +the twentieth time, one fat child, bolder than the rest, said, +stolidly:</p> + +<p>“He’s up to the Hall, mother; he’s going to make a +present of the pup to Miss Dolly.”</p> + +<figure class="figright illowp35" id="i_010" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_010.jpg" alt="Boy with puppy in hand walking up stairs"> +</figure> + +<p>“Dear, dear,” said the mother, doubtfully, “to think +of that; whatever’ll the Squire think—dear, dear, now—the +impudence of Bet.”</p> + +<p>Seeing her conversational effort was so well received the +bold little girl made another venture:</p> + +<p>“He’s just <em>wropt</em> up in Miss Dolly,” she said.</p> + +<p>“Tut, tut,” said her mother, hastily, +“that’s very unbecoming, Susan—dear, +dear, what a saying; well, put his bowl +on one side, Francey, and clean up the +children for church.”</p> + +<p>Bet had started in the early morning +over the crisp hard ground, with the +doomed puppy at his heels. He had +quite fought out the matter with himself, +and he felt he was <em>glad</em> to give up the +puppy—all the more glad, perhaps, +because the fight had been a hard one. +Every two or three steps he turned +to look at the soft little creature, +tumbling over itself and making frantic +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span>efforts to keep up with his bold strides. Once it crept on +to a bit of ice, and his blood ran cold with fear, but at last +he reached the great front steps, and sat down exhausted +with the puppy in his arms. Its tongue was out and its +head hanging, and they were both nearly asleep when the +door was opened suddenly behind them and a soft voice +said: “Why, Bet! and the puppy!”</p> +<br> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_011" style="max-width: 49.125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_011.jpg" alt="Girl holding dolls with puppies and a cat on the floor"> +</figure> +<br> + +<p>Bet was on his feet in a minute. “It’s for Miss Dolly—I +brought it up—it’s the only thing that’s mine.”</p> + +<p>“My dear little boy, Dolly will be so pleased.” Dolly’s +mother thought, with a pang, of Dolly as she had seen her +an hour ago, with arms full of toys, and her room littered +with presents, and then of that other home, so full of +children, so bare of presents, out of which another generous +gift had come for Dolly. There were eight sealed parcels +lying in the housekeeper’s room, but a generous impulse +prevented her from speaking of them to Bet just now. She +could hear Dolly on the stairs, and Bet’s solemn little voice, +and the puppy’s squeals—and she was glad to think that +she <em>had</em> remembered, and that Dolly would have the joy of +coming too when she took the eight parcels to the Lodge. +Far better than rank or distinction or money is the love that +levels all—an everlasting bond between the Hall and the Lodge.</p> + +<p class="right fs70"> +<span style="padding-right: 2em"><em>Geraldine Glasgow.</em></span><br> +</p> +<br> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp85" id="i_012" style="max-width: 62.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/i_012.jpg" alt="Wrapped packages"> +</figure> +<br> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 85%"> +<img src="images/endpaper.jpg" alt=""> +</div> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75465 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + |