My readers must not suppose that poor Nanny was able to say what she
meant so well as I put it down here. She had never been to school, and
had heard very little else than vulgar speech until she came to the
hospital. But I have been to school, and although that could never make
me able to dream so well as Nanny, it has made me able to tell her dream
better than she could herself. And I am the more desirous of doing this
for her that I have already done the best I could for Diamond's dream,
and it would be a shame to give the boy all the advantage.
“I will tell you all I know about it,” said Nanny. “The day before
yesterday, a lady came to see us--a very beautiful lady, and very
beautifully dressed. I heard the matron say to her that it was very
kind of her to come in blue and gold; and she answered that she knew
we didn't like dull colours. She had such a lovely shawl on, just like
redness dipped in milk, and all worked over with flowers of the same
colour. It didn't shine much, it was silk, but it kept in the shine.
When she came to my bedside, she sat down, just where you are sitting,
Diamond, and laid her hand on the counterpane. I was sitting up, with my
table before me ready for my tea. Her hand looked so pretty in its blue
glove, that I was tempted to stroke it. I thought she wouldn't be angry,
for everybody that comes to the hospital is kind. It's only in the
streets they ain't kind. But she drew her hand away, and I almost cried,
for I thought I had been rude. Instead of that, however, it was only
that she didn't like giving me her glove to stroke, for she drew it
off, and then laid her hand where it was before. I wasn't sure, but I
ventured to put out my ugly hand.”
“Your hand ain't ugly, Nanny,” said Diamond; but Nanny went on--
“And I stroked it again, and then she stroked mine,--think of that! And
there was a ring on her finger, and I looked down to see what it was
like. And she drew it off, and put it upon one of my fingers. It was a
red stone, and she told me they called it a ruby.”
“Oh, that is funny!” said Diamond. “Our new horse is called Ruby. We've
got another horse--a red one--such a beauty!”
But Nanny went on with her story.
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