The Twin Cousins Part 4

Now Mrs. Prim really was a person who _seemed_ to be proud of her goodness, and Flaxie had described her very well; but Mrs. Gray said again:

"Mary, we are talking of you now, not of Auntie Prim."

"Oh dear, I don't like to! I s'pect you think I don't try to be good; but, mamma, I do! I try real hard. But," said the little girl, patting her chest and her side, "there's something in me that's naughty clear through."

The tears had come now and were dropping over the little fat hands, for in spite of her queer way of talking, Flaxie felt really unhappy about her bad conduct; though perhaps n.o.body but her mother would have believed it.

These two good friends had a long talk,--the kind mamma and her little daughter who meant to do better,--and when Ninny came to call them to dinner, Flaxie said, joyfully,

"O Ninny, I'm going to begin new, and you mustn't 'member I ever was naughty."

That was the way Mrs. Gray forgave her children; she put their naughtiness far off and never talked of it any more. Is that the way G.o.d forgives _his_ children?

After this, Flaxie was one of the most charming little girls you ever saw for two whole months. She said it was because Mrs. Prim was gone; but of course it was simply because she tried harder to be good; that was all. Toward the last of the winter, Uncle Ben Allen, Milly's father, pa.s.sed through Laurel Grove on business, and spent the night at Dr. Gray's.

"When I go home to-morrow," said he, "I'd like to take one of these little girls. Have you one to spare?"

Now he knew very well which he wanted, but it wouldn't have been polite to say so; he wanted Julia. He had always admired her gentle ways, and her sweet patience with her trying sister Flaxie, and had often told his wife that he loved Julia because she was "like a little candle." Perhaps you will know what he meant, for I dare say you have learned these lines at Sabbath school:

"Jesus bids us s.h.i.+ne with a clear, pure light, Like a little candle burning in the night; In this world of darkness so we must s.h.i.+ne, You in your small corner, and I in mine."

But just because Julia _was_ such a beautiful little candle, her mother couldn't spare her from home just now; it was much easier to spare Flaxie.

Uncle Ben tried to look delighted when he heard Flaxie was going; but it was not till her valise had been packed and she stood by the window prepared for the journey, that he happened to remember it wasn't a good time to take her to Hilltop, for Milly was gone!

This was a blow! Flaxie winked hard, trying not to cry.

"That is," said Uncle Ben, "perhaps she is gone. When I left home, a week ago, her mother was talking of sending her to Troy, to her Aunt Sarah's: but I declare I had forgotten all about it till this minute."

Mr. Allen was a man of business, and very forgetful, or he could not have made such a blunder as this. And there was Flaxie's new and elegant doll, Christie Gretchen, all packed in cotton, in a box by itself, on purpose to show Cousin Milly.

"Well, my daughter, you can wait and go another time, that's all," said Dr. Papa, oh, so cheerfully, as if it didn't make a bit of difference.

"Another time!" That was a little too dreadful. Flaxie felt as if it was more than she could bear, when her bonnet was on and everything ready.

"Oh no, papa, I don't want to wait till another time. I want to go now."

"Yes, let her go," said Uncle Ben.

There wasn't much time to discuss the matter, and Flaxie was so eager that it seemed a pity to disappoint her; so she went.

"Homesick?" Why, _she_ shouldn't be homesick! The truth was, she didn't know what the word meant.

When they reached Hilltop, Milly _was_ gone. Aunt Charlotte was looking for Uncle Ben, but when he alighted from the carriage there was a glimmer of blue and gold, and Flaxie Frizzle appeared, borne aloft in his arms. Aunt Charlotte ran to the door very much surprised.

"Why, you darling," said she, greeting her with kisses, "we didn't expect you just now."

"I know it," returned the little guest triumphantly; "we wanted to surprise you. I knew Milly wasn't here, but I thought I'd come to see the rest of the folks."

Johnny and Freddy smiled at this very pleasantly; and little Ken, the very small baby, cooed and sucked his thumb.

"I don't care a speck if Milly _is_ gone. I've brought a new dolly to show you," cried Flaxie, whirling Aunt Charlotte's head around as if it had been a revolving globe, and kissing her under the left ear.

"And oh, Uncle Ben and I had such a nice time on the cars! We had bread with egg between, and bread with chicken between, and candy and pinnuts.

'Twas splendid!"

"Well, we'll have nice times here," returned Aunt Charlotte; but her tone was doubtful. She knew how suddenly Flaxie sometimes changed from one mood to another; and what could she do with such a wayward little guest, when Milly was gone?

"I like Hilltop so much," went on Flaxie, pouring out compliments.

"Uncle Ben's so nice, you know; and Johnny, and Freddy, and the baby."

Freddy threw back his shoulders. He liked to be called "nice;" but Johnny was older, and only laughed.

"And I can go to the stores if it does rain and go up in the _alleviator_, for I brought my little umbrella."

"You don't need an umbrella in an elevator. And we don't _have_ elevators," said Johnny.

Everybody was smiling, for it was plain that Flaxie's head was a little turned. She was thinking of New York city, and had forgotten that Hilltop was only a small village.

She had been here two or three times before, and knew her way all over the house: it was a double-house, with another family in the other part.

She remembered Aunt Charlotte's pictures, and vases, and s.h.i.+p-thermometer, and the tidy with a donkey on it drinking from a trough. She had spoiled two of the alb.u.ms when she was a _little_ girl, and broken ever so much china; so you see she had reason to feel quite at home at Aunt Charlotte's. Ah, but she had never been there before without her mother!

The afternoon did seem rather long, but Aunt Charlotte told funny stories, and after a great while the boys came home from school, and there was a jolly game of romps. Flaxie thought she was very happy.

"We are doing better with her than I expected," said Aunt Charlotte to her husband next morning, when the bright face beamed on them at breakfast. "I'm so glad you brought her, for I do miss my little Milly."

Flaxie, too, missed Milly, but was resolved to be a little woman, and said to Christie Gretchen privately, "_We_ won't cry." After breakfast she spent two hours in the kitchen with patient Nancy, spatting out little ginger cakes, and picking dirt from the cracks of the floor with a pin. Then she danced off to the sitting-room to play with the baby, telling him "if he'd be goody, he'd grow up a doctor, like my papa." She had promised the same thing to every boy baby at Laurel Grove, for doctors were the best people in the world, she thought, and best of all was Dr. Papa.

She was as happy as ever, and singing merrily in the front yard, when the boys came home at noon. The moment she saw them she felt perfectly forlorn, and it suddenly seemed to her as if she couldn't live any longer without Milly. That wasn't the worst of it; she _knew_ she couldn't live any longer without her mother.

It was a terrible feeling that swept all at once over little Flaxie. I wonder if _you_ ever had it? If not, you can't understand it: it was _homesickness_. There is no ache or pain like it in the whole world, and it seemed to tingle all through Flaxie, from her head to her feet. She ran into the sitting-room, ready to scream. "Oh, auntie, I feel so bad; I feel bad all over!"

Mrs. Allen did not know what she meant.

"Not _all_ over," said she, looking up pleasantly. "Isn't there a good spot somewhere, dear? Perhaps there's a wee spot on your little finger that's almost good."

But Flaxie could not smile.

"It's right in here, in my heart, that I feel the worst," moaned she; "'cause I can't see my mamma, and haven't anything to kiss but her picture!"

Then Aunt Charlotte was full of sympathy, for she knew the dreadful suffering Flaxie spoke of was homesickness. It seemed strange that it should have seized her so suddenly,--but Flaxie was sudden about everything.

"Why, my precious one," said Mrs. Allen, taking the unhappy child in her lap, "you know Milly is coming home next week, and in one week more Dr.

Papa will send for you to go home. Two weeks won't be long."

"Oh, yes'm, oh, very long! And they oughtn't to have lemme come; I'm too yo-u-ng!"

"Hullo! Is she sick?" cried Freddy, bursting into the room with a great clatter.