A Flight With The Swallows Part 13
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Early the next morning Canon Percival arrived, and Dorothy was taken by him to see her mother.
As they were walking up the road together, Dorothy said,--
"Uncle Crannie, do you know _all_, all that happened on New Year's Day?"
"Yes, Dorothy; I have heard all."
"Oh, Uncle Crannie, to think of Baby Bob's taking my letter to you beginning all the trouble!"
"Nay, my little Dorothy, it was not Baby Bob who began the trouble; it was _you_. We must never s.h.i.+ft the blame from our own shoulders, and say, if _he_ had not said that, or she had not provoked me, _I_ should not have done what I did."
"But it _was_ tiresome to squeeze up your letter, which I had taken such pains to write."
"Yes, very tiresome; but _that_ does not alter your fault."
"Oh, Uncle Crannie, Uncle Crannie! I _wish_ I had not run off; but then I thought I saw Nino."
"Poor Nino!" exclaimed Canon Percival; "in all the trouble and sorrow I have found here I forgot about Nino. I have something to tell you about him, but----"
Canon Percival was interrupted by meeting Dr. Forman.
A few words were exchanged between them, and then little Dorothy, with a sad, serious face, was taken by her uncle into her mother's room.
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CHAPTER XII.
THE LOST FOUND.
Many days of deep anxiety followed, and poor little Dorothy's heart was sad and troubled. Irene proved a true and loving friend, and, with wisdom far beyond her years, encouraged Dorothy to go on with her little lessons, and learn to knit and crochet. "To make a shawl for mother by the time she gets well" became an object of ambition; and Irene helped her out of difficulties, and turned the troublesome corners at the four parts of the square, and would read to her and Ella while she pulled the soft Pyrenean wool in and out the long treble st.i.tches.
They were very busy one morning a week after Canon Percival's arrival, when they saw his tall figure coming up the garden. He looked happier than he had done for some time, and when Dorothy ran to meet him, he said,--
"Good news to-day; mother is really better; and Dr. Forman thinks she may soon be as well as she was before this last attack of illness."
Good news indeed! If any little girl who reads Dorothy's story has ever had to feel the weight upon her heart which a dear father's or mother's illness has caused, she will know how, when the burden is lifted, and the welcome words are spoken, like Canon Percival's, all the world seems bright and joyful, and hope springs up like a fountain within.
"Yes," Canon Percival said, as Dorothy threw her arms round his neck, "we may be very thankful and glad; and now, while I go and see Lady Burnside, will you get ready to take me to visit the old town, and----"
"Giulia, and the old woman, and Anton!" exclaimed Dorothy.
Oh yes! the children were soon ready, and they all set off towards the old town, all except w.i.l.l.y, who had to wait for Mr. Martyn, and who looked with longing eyes at the party as they walked away.
"_Bother_ this horrid sum!" he said; "it _won't_ come right. What's the use of asking such ridiculous questions? Who cares about the answer?"
But w.i.l.l.y got the answer right in spite of his grumbling, and had the pleasure of hearing Mr. Martyn tell his grandmother that he had improved very much of late, and that he would take a good place at a school when he was sent to one.
It was a lovely spring morning, that beautiful spring of the sunny South, which comes early in the year with a sudden burst of flowers of all colours. All the acacias and mimosas in the gardens before the villas were waving their golden ta.s.sels in the breeze, and the scarlet anemones and the yellow narcissi were making a carpet under foot.
Dorothy danced along in the gladness of her heart, and Canon Percival, when he thought of what _might_ have been, felt thankful and glad also.
As they climbed the steep street leading to the square before the big church, a little white dog with brown ears toddled out.
"Oh, that is the dog I thought was Nino! How could I think so?" Dorothy exclaimed; "his legs are so ugly, and he has such a mean little tail.
Ah! my poor Nino was beautiful when compared with _you_," she said, stooping down to pat the little dog. "And, Uncle Crannie," she said, "do you remember that sad, dreadful day, when you took me to see mother, you said you had something to tell me about Nino, and then you left off."
"Ah!" Canon Percival said, "I believe I did say so, but, Dorothy, can you wait to hear what it is?"
"I don't know," Dorothy said, doubtfully, "I don't know; it can't be anything very happy."
"Well, I advise you to wait," Canon Percival said.
Dorothy looked up at her uncle, and said,--
"Is it that his dear dead little body has been found?"
But Canon Percival only repeated, "I advise you to _wait_."
"How long?"
"Till we all go back to England."
They were at Giulia's house now. She was sitting on the doorstep, netting so fast, and such a big brown net lay in a heap behind her.
Anton was the first to see the visitors, and exclaimed,--
"Madre! madre mia! la signorina!"
Giulia flung down her netting, and starting up, to Dorothy's surprise, caught her in her strong arms once more, and kissed her.
And now, what seemed to the children very wonderful, Canon Percival began to talk to Giulia as fast in Italian as he did in English. And such a history was poured forth by Giulia, and then followed such gestures, and such exclamations! and Anton was caught by the arm, and shaken by his mother, and then she pointed to Canon Percival, and when Dorothy caught the word "Grazia," she knew that her uncle was promising to do some kind thing. Ella, who from long habit could understand a great deal of what pa.s.sed, told Irene and Dorothy that Canon Percival was promising to pay the money for Anton's apprentices.h.i.+p to the master boatman, and that he was writing the name in his pocket-book, and that he said he would go down to the quay and harbour to find him, and if he gave a good character of mother and son, he would have an agreement made, and the boy should be made an apprentice, without touching that store of silver pieces in the old pipkin in the cupboard.
Then they all went into the house, and Dorothy showed the bed where she had been placed, and Ella and Irene quite agreed with her that it was very stuffy in the little low room, and the smell of tar and smoke anything but nice.
Then there was the old crone by the chimney-corner, who muttered and murmured, and beckoned Dorothy to her side.
Poor little Dorothy bore the kiss which was given her with great composure, but she could not help giving a little shudder, and told Ella afterwards the smell of garlic and tobacco was "dreadful."
Canon Percival said a few words which were not intelligible to Dorothy, but Irene whispered to her--
"He is speaking to them all about the Lord Jesus; that's why Giulia is crossing herself. That is her way of showing reverence."
Poor Giulia's eyes were full of tears as Canon Percival went on. He was telling the story of the Cross, simply and earnestly, to these poor people, as they seldom, if ever, heard it, in their own tongue, the soft Italian tongue, which is so musical.
When they left the house they were all very quiet, and could Dorothy have understood what Giulia was saying as she stood on the large stone step, watching them down the narrow street, she would have known she was praying in her own fas.h.i.+on that blessings might follow them.
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