CHAPTER LII.

RANDALL'S RETURN.

"HERE is London!" said Randall, as the houses thickened fast, and the

fields melted as it were into brick walls and chimneys, while the

express train flew past them.

"Where?" asked a girl with a beautiful face, who was sitting opposite

to Randall, looking out eagerly.

Randall gave a little laugh, at which Phyllis coloured vividly.

"I have never seen London, you know," she said apologetically.

"It is everywhere," said Randall, waving his hand about, "all these

houses, and churches, and gardens, and factories, and Board Schools,

and everything are London!"

"I see," answered Phyllis.

"Never mind, Phyllis," said Rose, who was seated by her, "you will have

to be a little 'country cousin' for a few days. When you go back to

Lanriffe, you will be 'the London young lady.'"

"I do not wish to be anything but what I am," said Phyllis quietly.

"I wonder what Dr. Blank will say of Lester?" remarked Gertrude,

looking down at him as he nestled against her shoulder.

The little boy glanced up at her as she spoke. They sometimes

fancied—was it only fancy?—that he did look up when his name was spoken.

Randall and Gertrude had been at Lanriffe for more than a month, and

were now returning to spend Christmas at Hampstead.

The weather had been unusually mild for the time of year, and Randall

had passed most of his time out of doors, catching all the air and

sunshine he could.

Soon after their arrival, Rose had brought little Lester over from

Camptown on a visit to her mother and Phyllis. And Randall had found a

new delight in tending the little invalid, wheeling him about in his

easy carriage, and talking to him of what he saw around him.

Those looking on so anxiously and eagerly noticed that the child was

more bright when Randall came near him, and would put out his arms to

welcome him. That even sometimes there was a movement of his lips as if

he were trying to speak; and once a rippling laugh broke from him at

one of Randall's sallies.

The boy was devoted to him, and one day when they were left for a few

minutes on the beach together, he was seen to coax him from his little

carriage, and tenderly to lead him a few steps along the firm sand. By

the end of the month he had begun to run about, and each day strength

of body seemed to be coming back to him.

"Randall," Gertrude had said on the last evening before they were to

return home, "you have been very, very kind to Lester, and Rose and I

love you dearly for it."

Randall threw his arms round her neck.

"I never was kind to anybody before, but I thought now I loved the Lord

Jesus—it seemed the only thing I could do for Him."

If ever Gertrude felt happy and thankful, it was at that moment.

So the train that bore Gertrude and Randall back to Hampstead, bore

Mrs. Ashlyn to consult an oculist, as well as Rose and Lester to see

Dr. Blank, Phyllis having been invited meanwhile to pay a visit to

Mollie Shaddock.

But Rose was not to stay long in London. She was to meet her husband

from one of his frequent journeys. And after the physician had examined

little Lester, she and her mother were to return home together.

Rose and Fritz had arranged to take up their abode with Mrs. Ashlyn and

Phyllis at their seaside cottage.

This had been Rose's own thought.

"Mother!" she had said one day. "Here am I lonely at Camptown when

Fritz is away, and there are you lonely at Lanriffe. Suppose we pack

up our furniture and come over to you? Gertrude will never come back

for more than a brief visit, because she is going to stay with her

Shaddocks till Otto comes back. And then, why, mother, Dr. Blank told

me they would be married directly, as he needs Otto so much, and he

wants to see them settled!"

"But, my dear—" Mrs. Leigh had begun.

"Oh, I know all about the furniture and all that! Fritz and I have made

a grand calculation, and he wants you to give anything you can spare to

Otto and Gertrude, and we will bring ours to your house. He was going

to buy them some, but instead, he will put a hundred or two in the bank

for you. That will be a little help all round."

Mrs. Ashlyn was greatly astonished, but when she had time to think of

Fritz's plan, she liked it the more she thought of it. To have Rose and

Phyllis always near her, and to be able to cherish little Lester—well,

nothing could be nicer.

And Rose had whispered "that she never need think of care any more

about money matters, because Fritz said he had enough for everybody!"

So the party in the train were in very good spirits. And when they

separated, Rose and her mother to the Great Northern Hotel once

more, and Gertrude and her two young companions to Hampstead, it was

difficult to say which was the happiest or most hopeful party of the

two.

When the cab stopped at the house at Hampstead, Conway sprang down the

steps to meet them.

"Welcome back!" he exclaimed. "Welcome back!"

And there in the hall was Mollie, ready to greet Phyllis, while Ned and

Hugh stood behind with Daisy, waiting for their turn.

"How grown Randall is!" said Mrs. Shaddock, when, after tea, he stood

within her arms for the twentieth time at least. "And how different!"

"I 'am' different," whispered Randall. Then, as Gertrude passed near,

he held out his hand to her and drew her close. "Am I not different,

Gertrude?"

And Gertrude thankfully answered, "Yes, indeed, darling."

THE END.

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