Fortunately for Golden, little Ruby Desmond did not observe the
preoccupation of her new nurse. She had entered upon a voluble tirade
against nurses in general, and when she had ended she remarked with a
sudden change of tone:
"But I don't believe I shall hate you as much as I did the rest. You
are younger and prettier than any girl I ever had to amuse me. Come,
now, Mary, lay off your hat and jacket. I want you to make my doll a
new dress. That lazy Celine would not stick a needle in it, for all I
stormed and scolded, and threatened to complain to mamma."
Thus adjured, Golden turned her eyes with an effort away from the
portrait of Bertram Chesleigh, and proceeded to obey the instructions
of her little mistress with what cheerfulness she could, although her
heart was beating wildly with the shock she had received on coming
suddenly face to face with her lover's portrait in this strange place.
She longed, yet dreaded to ask little Ruby what the original of the
portrait was to her.
Looking from the portrait to the child she could plainly discern in
Ruby's proud mouth and flashing, dark eyes, a great and striking
resemblance to Mr. Chesleigh.
But she was afraid to ask the question that trembled on her lips, so
she sat down mutely while Ruby brought a large wax doll and placed it
in her lap, together with a large quantity of scraps of silk and muslin
and odds and ends of pretty lace.
Then she pulled open the drawer of a child's bureau and brought out a
garnet silk dress of her own, elaborately made and trimmed.
"I want Dollie's dress made exactly like this," she said, hanging it
open over the back of a chair for Golden's inspection. "It is in the
latest fashion, so Celine says. Celine thinks of nothing but French
novels and fashions, so she ought to know."
"Your doll is very beautiful. Is it a new one?" asked Golden, trying
to say something to please the little creature who was hovering about
her, busy and excited with her important preparations for the miniature
dressmaking.
"Oh, yes, it is tolerably new! Papa gave it to me last week," replied
Ruby. "There was a little trunk of clothes with her, but I do not like
any of the dresses. They are quite old-fashioned and shabby, I think.
Mamma says herself that they must have been made at least a year ago.
So I shall never be satisfied until I have a new-fashioned dress for
Dollie."
She was silent a moment, watching Golden's deft finger as they slowly
cut and basted, then she resumed:
"I have tried and tried, but I cannot think of a name for her. Can you
tell me a pretty name for her, Mary?"
"Would you like to call her Golden?" asked the girl, feeling as if the
sound of her own name would be a relief in this new, strange atmosphere.
"Golden! what a pretty name," said the child. "I like that. I will call
Dollie by that name. I shall be Golden--Golden Chesleigh," she added,
after a minute's thought.
The new nurse started so violently, that the doll's dress fell from her
fingers. The lovely crimson color rushed into her face.
"Chesleigh! Why do you call her that?" she asked, falteringly. "Do you
know anybody by that name, Miss Ruby?"
The little girl laughed quite happily.
"Well, I should think I did," she said, brightly. "My own uncle is
named Chesleigh--Bertram Chesleigh. There is his portrait on the wall.
Look at it, Mary, and tell me if he is not me very handsomest man you
ever beheld."
Golden looked up into the dark eyes that had gazed into her own so
fondly, and at the proud yet tender lips that had kissed her with such
passionate love, and she could barely repress the moan of pain that
came from her lips.
"Yes, he is very handsome," she said faintly. "Does he ever call here
to see you?"
"Oh, yes, often and often, when he is at home," said Ruby. "But he is
gone away traveling in the sunny south now. He travels a great deal.
Mamma calls him a bird of passage."
"Is he fond of you?" said Golden, seeing that she was expected to say
something.
"Oh, yes, very fond," said Ruby, brightening up so much that Golden
saw it was a favorite subject with her. "He had that splendid portrait
painted expressly for a present to me. Mamma begged me to let it hang
in the drawing-room, but I would not. I told her I would have it in the
nursery where I could see it every minute."
"Is he--married?" asked Golden, carelessly, to all appearance, and
taking up her work again.
"Oh, dear, no! and I hope he never will be! He loves me better than
anyone now, but he would like his wife best if he were married," cried
the spoiled child.
Golden sighed softly and made no reply, and the entrance of Mrs.
Desmond and her visitor interrupted the conversation.
"Good-morning, Mrs. Markham. You see I have a new nurse," said Ruby,
looking up with a faint flush of pleasant excitement on her delicate
face.
"You have to thank Mrs. Markham for bringing her to you," said Mrs.
Desmond, glad to see a smile on the usually sullen or pain-drawn little
white face.
Ruby went forward and kissed Mrs. Markham charmingly as if she was
always loving and sweet-tempered instead of self-willed and capricious
as everyone represented her.
"I thank you very much," she said, "I think I shall like Mary better
than the others. She is very kind and obliging. You see she is making a
new dress for my doll. Celine was too lazy. She would not dress my doll
at all."
Mrs. Markham gave her _protege_ an encouraging smile, and Golden
blushed with pleasure.
"She has given my new doll a name," continued Ruby, vivaciously. "It is
Golden. Do you not think it pretty? The name would suit Mary herself
I think, as she has such lovely curls, I believe I shall call her
goldilocks," she added, laying her small hand caressingly on Golden's
hair.
Mrs. Markham smiled indulgently, but her friend looked annoyed.
"Indeed, Ruby, you must not call her by such a silly name," she said.
"She must put her hair up, and wear a little cup over it like a French
_bonne_."
"It is a pity to cover it up, it is so thick and long, and shines so
bright. Mary is a very pretty girl, don't you think so, mamma? She
looks just like my wax doll," said the child.
"Pretty is that pretty does, my child," Mrs. Desmond answered, shortly,
and Mrs. Markham, stooping over Golden, put a card with her name and
address upon it, in her hand, and said in her kind, patronizing voice:
"If you do not suit Mrs. Desmond, Mary, after she has given you a fair
trial, you may come to me, and I will help you to another place."
The quick tears brimmed over in little Golden's eyes. She kissed Mrs.
Markham's hand in silent gratitude.
"It is quite likely I shall keep her if she continues to please Ruby
as well as she does now. But Ruby is such a capricious little darling
there is no telling how soon this new fancy of hers may change. 'New
brooms sweep clean,' you know," said Mrs. Desmond, quoting the old
adage a little stiffly.
Mrs. Markham made some careless reply and took her departure. She
was vaguely conscious of a chill never felt before in Mrs. Desmond's
manner, and resented her lack of gratitude for the service she had done
her.
"The child is so pleased and interested, it will be quite a pity if she
sends Mary Smith away from her," the benevolent woman thought silently
to herself.