Well, well,
well--why this trembling won't leave me, and I don't dare go back into
the room. I suppose I have got a few telegraphs, and I mustn't never
laugh at poor little Miss Daisy again when she says she's nervous."
Hannah sat and rested for about half an hour--then she drank off a
glass of cold water--then she washed her face and hands--then she said
aloud that the telegrams should not get the better of her, and then
she prepared as nice a little dinner as she could for Noel and the two
sisters.
That evening, after Daisy was in bed, she came into the room where
Primrose was quietly reading.
"You haven't never come across no one the least like that brother of
yours in the London streets, Miss Primrose?" she asked. "London's a
big place, and strange things happen there--yes, very, very strange
things."
"Oh, Hannah, how you startle me!" said Primrose. "I come across my
poor little brother Arthur? How could I? Why, he must be dead for many
and many a year."
"Not a bit of him," said Hannah; "I don't believe he's dead. He was a
fine, hearty, strong child, and nothing ever seemed to ail him. Oh, it
rises up before me now what a beautiful picture he made when he stood
in his little red velvet dress by your mamma's knee, and she so proud
of him! There's no mistake, but he was the very light of her eyes.
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