Elsie's New Relations: What They Did and How They Fared at Ion; A Sequel to Grandmother ElsieFinley, Martha
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Elsie's New Relations: What They Did and How They Fared at Ion; A Sequel to Grandmother Elsie
Finley, Martha
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Dinsmore, Elsie (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction; Domestic fiction; Religious fiction
"Why, I never should have dreamed you could do it so well!" she said. "I
don't believe I could."
Lulu's face flushed with pleasure, but she said modestly, "Perhaps you'd
find, if you should try, that you could do it better; you do everything
else better than I do."
"Quite a mistake," returned Zoe, "though I ought to, as I'm so much older.
But there, I dare say Max is ready and waiting for me, so good-by."
They met in the lower hall. "All ready, Max?" she asked.
"Yes--no; I must ask leave," and he ran into the parlor where the ladies
of the family were sitting.
It was of Grandma Elsie he asked permission, and it was given at once.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said. "Can I do anything for you in the town,
ladies?"
"Yes," said Violet, "I have just broken a crochet needle. You may get me
one to replace it."
She went on to give him directions about the size and where he would be
likely to find it; then taking some money from her purse, "This is sure to
be more than enough," she said, "but you may keep the change."
"Mamma Vi, I don't want pay for doing an errand for you," returned the boy
coloring; "it is a great pleasure, it would be even if papa had not told
me to wait on you and do all I could to fill his place."
"I don't mean it as pay, my dear boy," Violet answered, with a pleased
look, "but haven't I a right to make a little present now and then to the
children who call me mamma?"
Max's face brightened.
"Yes, ma'am, I suppose so," he said. "Thank you; I'll take it willingly
enough if it isn't pay, and I'm very proud to be trusted to buy something
for you."
Edward was helping Zoe into the saddle as Max came hurrying out.
"Take good care of her, Max," he said, "I'm trusting you and Tom there
with my chiefest treasure."
"I'll do my best," Max said, mounting his pony, which Tom the colored boy
was holding.
"Me, too, Marse Ed'ard, dere shan't nuffin hurt Miss Zoe," added the
latter, giving Max the bridle, then mounting a third horse and falling
behind the others as they cantered down the avenue.
A little beyond the gate the family carriage passed them, Mr. Dinsmore and
a strange gentleman inside.
"Company," remarked Zoe. "I wonder who he is, and if he's come to stay any
time? I think grandpa drove into the city in season to meet the afternoon
train."
"Yes, I know he did," said Max.
Max had now learned to ride quite well, and felt himself very nearly a man
as he escorted Zoe to the village, and, arrived there, went with her from
store to store, executed Violet's commission, then having assisted Zoe
into the saddle remounted, and returned with her to Ion.
It was very near the tea hour when they reached home. Zoe went directly to
her own apartments to change her dress, but Max, without even waiting to
take off his overcoat, hastened into the parlor to hand the crochet needle
to Violet.
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