She could not say “homesick,” lest she should break out again into a
fit of crying, but Mrs. Noah understood her, and remembering her own
experience when first she went from home, she involuntarily stooped to
kiss the pure, white forehead of the girl, who henceforth was sure of
one friend at least at Aikenside.
The dinner was a success, so far as Maddy was concerned. Not a single
mistake did she perpetrate, though her cheeks burned painfully as she
felt the eyes of the polite waiters fixed so often upon her, and
fancied they might be laughing at her. But they were not, and thanks to
the kind-hearted Guy, they thought of her only with respect, as one who
was their superior and must be treated accordingly. Knowing how
different everything was at Aikenside from that to which she had been
accustomed, Guy, with the thoughtfulness natural to him, had taken the
precaution of speaking to each of the servants concerning Miss Clyde,
Jessie’s teacher. As he could not be there himself when she first came
it would devolve upon them, more or less, to make it pleasant for her
by kind, civil attentions, he said, hinting at the dire displeasure
sure to fall on any one who should be guilty of a misdemeanor in that
direction. To Paul, the coachman, he had been particular in his
charges, telling him who Maddy was, and arguing that from the insolence
once given to the grandfather the offender was bound to be more polite
to the grandchild. The carriage was to be at hers and Jessie’s command,
Paul never refusing a reasonable request to drive the young ladies when
and where they wished to go, while a pretty little black pony, recently
broken to the saddle for Agnes, was to be at Miss Clyde’s service, if
she chose to have it. As Guy’s slightest wish was always obeyed,
Maddy’s chances for happiness were not small, notwithstanding that she
felt so desolate and lonely when the doctor left her, and standing by
Jessie she watched him with a swelling heart until he was lost to view
in the deepening twilight.
Feeling that she must be homesick, Mrs. Noah suggested that she try the
fine piano in the little music-room.
“Maybe you can’t play, but you can drum ‘Days of Absence,’ as most
girls do,” and opening the lid she bade Maddy “thump as long as she
liked.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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