PLEASANT CHANGES.
Edna stood at her high-up window fastening her frock and looking out
at the scene before her. She saw the white sails in the far distance;
the smoke of the train which wound its way along the outskirts of the
city past the green meadows beyond; she counted over again the
chimneys of the houses opposite.
To-morrow, and to-morrow--and still another to-morrow she would have
her mother. It seemed to her that she was never so glad in her life.
All the unhappy things seemed to have melted away like snow. Louis was
safe; Maggie had a happy home; mamma and papa were with her, and soon
she should see sister and the boys; and Edna gave a long sigh of
content as she fastened her last button and turned to go down to
breakfast.
"Now, mamma, what are we going to do?" she asked, when the meal was
over.
"I have concluded not to let you return to school," mamma replied,
smiling. "All this excitement has been too much for one little girl to
stand, without lessons; besides, the measles do not leave one's eyes
in the best condition, and we shall be going home in a day or two, so
it is not worth while to begin for so short a time; so we will go
shopping this morning."
Edna's face beamed. "O, mamma, then we can get sister's buckle, and
take it to her. I never had a chance to go to many shops, because Aunt
Elizabeth only deals at one or two places, and so I could not find the
buckle I promised sister."
"Very well. Then I want to call upon Mrs. Porter and thank her for her
kindness to my little girl, who has had so many rough places to go
over."
Edna was thoughtful. "It has been very mixy up, hasn't it, mamma? So
many things have happened. What made you come back a month sooner than
you expected?"
"Because I was feeling so much better, and papa had business in the
city. Should you like to live in the city, daughter?"
Edna laid her head on her mother's shoulder. "I should like to live
anywhere that you are mamma; but I think it is nice out where Dorothy
Evans and Maggie live. O, mamma, I have a whole bushel of things to
tell you. I believe my tongue will wear out before I get through."
[Illustration: CELIA.]
And truly, mamma told her before the day was over that her tongue must
be "hung in the middle to wag at both ends." But what a delightful day
it was! So many pretty things to see. Something to be chosen for the
boys, and for Celia a buckle, just like Grace Neal's, which was found
after some hunting.
"Mamma," said Edna, "I should like to get something for Ellen, she has
been so good to me."
"Of course," replied mamma, "that must not be forgotten;" and material
for a pretty frock was chosen.
"And, mamma," continued Edna, as with much satisfaction she saw the
breadths measured off, "could I get some tiny little something for
Uncle Justus?"
"And Aunt Elizabeth?" added mamma.
"Ye-es," said Edna, rather doubtfully; "but--but--"
"But what, dear?"
"I should like what we get for Uncle Justus to be the nicest."
Mrs. Conway smiled. "You love Uncle Justus, don't you, dear? He has
always seemed so stern and distant I hardly fancied you would find the
way to his heart."
"But, mamma," said Edna, sagely, "it is such a big heart when you do
find your way there." A remark which mamma considered a very wise one
for such a little girl to make.
"What should you like to get for Uncle Justus?" asked Mrs. Conway.
"What very nice thing do you think he would fancy?"
Edna looked perplexed.
"How would a nice umbrella do?" her mother asked.
"He might lose it, and it would wear out. I want something that will
not wear out."
"That is not easy to find, although a book comes near it. How would
that do?"
Edna shook her head. That didn't seem to please her, and her eyes
wandered around the shop in which they were. Suddenly she jumped down
from the high stool upon which she had been sitting.
"I know," she exclaimed. "A clock--I'd like a clock, 'cause he'd have
to wind it up, and it would remind him of me, and I'll tell him when
it is ticking it says 'Ed-na, Ed-na,' just as if it were talking."
Mamma laughed, but thought it a very good choice. A pretty little
memorandum tablet was then bought for Aunt Elizabeth, and the shopping
for that day was finished.
"I am afraid we shall be too late for a noonday meal if we go back,"
said Mrs. Conway. "I told Aunt Elizabeth not to expect us, so we will
take a luncheon downtown."
This was a very delightful experience, and one that had never come to
Edna before; therefore she enjoyed her meal hugely.
"Now we must go to see Mrs. Porter," said mamma, and Edna was made
quite happy by having her mother say that she quite agreed with her
little daughter in thinking Mrs. Porter a very charming woman.
"And, mamma, don't you think we ought to go to see Mr. and Mrs. Martin
before we go home?" asked the little girl.
"To be sure, I want to meet all your friends, Mrs. Evans, Mrs.
MacDonald, and all, but next we shall have to go to the hotel, where
your Aunt Clara and Uncle William are."
"And Louis," added Edna.
"This is a jolly place," said Louis, when the two children were left
alone. "I tell you I enjoyed my supper last night. No one said to me,
'Butter or molasses,'" and Louis' imitation of Aunt Elizabeth made
Edna laugh.
"Now tell me," she said, settling herself in a big chair, "were you
really going to run away? How was it?"
"Why," replied Louis, a little awkwardly, "I might have gone; but, you
see, when I wrote to father and mother about not getting along well
and all that, and when Uncle Justus wrote about that time, you know
when the boys were there, and said I ought to be in a regular boys'
school, where I'd have companions, they concluded they'd send me to a
military school next year. I'd like that; I'll learn to drill and have
a fine time, with boys to play with all the time, although," he added,
seeing a little hurt look on Edna's face, "to tell you the truth,
Edna, if it hadn't been for you I don't know how I should have
managed; we did have some good times, and you made me ashamed of
myself lots of times; so I didn't get into trouble near as often as I
might have done if you hadn't been there; but while you were away I
couldn't stand it, and I really did think I'd run away--I should have
stopped on the way to say good-by to you, though--but when father and
mother came I forgot all about everything, you see. I tell you, you
are a brick, and stood up for me like a Trojan. I told father and
mother all about it."
Praise like this was very sweet to Edna.
"You stood up for me when that boy, that Phil Blaney, was so
dreadful," she made answer.
"Ho! that was nothing, I found out what a mean sort of a chap he was
that day, and I've not liked him since. I like Charlie Stabler much
better. Say, how will you like living here?"
"What do you mean? Am I really to come back? Did you hear mamma say
so? And you will not be here. O, dear!"
"I heard some talk of you all coming here to live."
"That was what papa meant then. O, I wish I knew."
"He's in the other room now talking to my father. Let's go ask him,"
and the children ran tumultuously in to Mr. Conway.
"Well, I'm thinking of it," was his reply to their questioning. "It
looks now as if my business would bring me here."
"And we'll really all come here to live?" cried Edna.
"Yes, I think so."
"O, then! O, papa! Couldn't we live in the country where Dorothy Evans
lives? Mr. Evans comes to the city every day. It isn't far."
Mr. Conway looked at his wife. "That would not be a bad idea," he
said.
"It would be an excellent one provided we can find the right place. I
think it would be much better for the children," she replied.
So then and there it was arranged that a trip in that direction should
be made the next day.
"Edna will be so happy to be near her friends," said Mrs. Conway to
Mrs. Morrison; "although I do believe the child would try to be
contented anywhere," she added.
"She has a very helpful spirit," returned Mrs. Morrison. "I don't know
what Louis would have done without her. She has been much braver than
he." An admission which, while perfectly true, Mrs. Conway thought was
a very generous one for a mother to make.
"I can take Moggins to Margaret," said Edna, delightedly, on their way
back to Aunt Elizabeth's; "and you can see all the people I like so
much, mamma, my dear Miss Agnes, and all."
The gifts were duly presented, and Uncle Justus promised that the
clock should say, "Ed-na, Ed-na" to him, and, many a time after, as he
sat beside the fire in his easy chair, did the cheerful ticking remind
him of the little loving child.
The expedition to the country was a great success. Moggins behaved
beautifully, for he was curled up asleep in his basket most of the
way. Margaret's delight on again having him was good to see. She was
overjoyed at the possibility of having Edna for a neighbor, and
Dorothy fairly screamed at the news.
"I know just the place to suit you," said Miss Agnes to Mrs. Conway.
"It is about halfway between here and the depot. You know that white
house, Edna, with the vines over the porch and the big oak tree on the
lawn; it is so pretty there in summer, and is very convenient to the
station." And true enough it proved to suit exactly.
After this came the preparations for returning home. At first the
question was raised as to whether or not Edna should be left with her
aunt and uncle until after the removal, but the sight of the little,
wistful, disappointed face went to the mother's heart, although Edna
made no protest.
"We expect too much of the child," she said to her husband. "She has
been more courageous than most children under many sore trials to a
sensitive little heart; and she loves her pets, and has been separated
from us all so long." Therefore, Edna was told she could pack up Ada's
belongings and make ready for the return.
"We shall not be ready to remove for a couple of months," said mamma,
"and you will have a good time running about for that length of time."
It was not hard to say good-by when there was such a near prospect of
coming back, and even the parting with Louis was made easy because he
was to spend part of the summer with his cousins.
"When we get to our new home we shall have such a good time," said
Edna. "The Porter boys can play with our boys, and I can play with
Dorothy and Margaret, and sister can have Miss Agnes, and O, it will
be just splendid!"
It was very delightful to be at home again; to find everything looking
just the same; to discover that Snowflake was nearly ready to hatch
out a brood of chickens; that Mooly had a dear little calf; that the
boys were as funny as ever; that sister was so, so glad to see the
little traveler. And, of course, they were all ready to chatter and
question and wonder over the events which had taken place and which
were to take place. So the weeks went so quickly that it seemed no
time before they were busy making preparations for going to their new
home. By the end of the summer they were cozily settled in the white
house, and had found corners for gardens and places for their pets.
Uncle Justus made frequent trips to see them, and was consulted on
such grave subjects as whether a gray kitten or a black one were the
prettier, and what flowers would look best in a certain little garden
bordered around with pebbles. He was taken to see Mrs. MacDonald, and
actually seemed pleased to meet Moggins again--a fact which no one
appeared to believe when Edna told it. But, then, no one understood
Uncle Justus quite as well as this little niece of his.
Aunt Elizabeth is much more of a favorite than her husband with people
generally; she is so bland and affable. She too enjoys an occasional
trip to the country, and is always interested in telling Margaret how
matters progress at the Home of the Friendless.
Later in the year three little girls, with the sister of one of them,
started together to school, going to the city in the morning and
returning when school was out; but during the winter months, when the
days were shorter, they all remained under Uncle Justus's roof, from
Monday until Friday, as Agnes had done--Agnes, who was then going to
college. The Porter boys--nice little fellows--are great friends of
Edna's brothers, and often come out to spend Saturday with Frank and
Charlie. Louis sometimes comes for a holiday, and shows himself much
more manly; he is gradually outgrowing his peevishness and
selfishness, so that he bids fair to be a fine man.
The three little girls get along famously. It was whispered among the
school children that Margaret was an "orphan asylum girl," and there
were some who disdained her in consequence, but Edna's love and
loyalty, with Dorothy's help, came to the rescue, and now Margaret
MacDonald is one of the most popular girls in the school. She is so
bright and amiable; moreover, the little romance about her being lost
and found gives a zest to the friendships she has formed.
Celia has her own friends, and is a great stronghold for the three
little girls when matters go wrong with them, as they must sometimes
do. She has never found the way to the heart of Uncle Justus as Edna
has, but it is unlikely that any one can do that, for, although the
little clock ticking away on the mantel often says "Ed-na, Ed-na" to
Uncle Justus, it often speaks another name which he has given to his
favorite, but which she has never heard--"Heart Content."
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