With flushed cheeks, for a while Amy stood near the window, just where
Mrs. Linchmore had left her; and then, "Oh! I will not put up with it!"
she said, half aloud, "I will go and tell her so." But on turning round
there stood Nurse Hopkins.
"It's a lovely place, miss, isn't it? such a many trees; you were
looking at it from the window, wern't you, miss? And then all those
fields do look so green and beautiful; and the lake, too; I declare it
looks every bit like silver shining among the trees."
"It is indeed lovely; but, Nurse, I was not thinking of that when you
came."
"No, miss? Still it does not do to sit mopy like, it makes one dull. Now
I've lived here many a year, and yet, when I think of my old home, I do
get stupid like."
"Where is your home Nurse?"
"I've no home but this Miss, now."
"No home? But you said you had a home once."
"Yes Miss, so I had, but it's passed away long ago--some one else has it
now; such a pleasant cottage as it was, with its sanded floor and neat
garden; my husband always spent every spare hour in planting and laying
it out, and all to please me. I was so fond of flowers. Ah! me," sighed
she, "many's the time they've sent from the Park here to beg a
nosegay--at least, John, the gardener has--when company was coming."
"Your cottage was near here, then?"
"Yes Miss, just down the lane; why you can see the top of it from here,
right between those two tall trees yonder."
"Yes. I can just catch a far off glimpse of it."
"You've passed it often too, Miss. It's the farm as belongs to Farmer
Rackland."
"I know it well. But why did you give it up?"
"My husband, or old man, as I used joke like to call him, died," and
Nurse's voice trembled, "he was young and hearty looking too when he was
took away; what a happy woman I was Miss, before that! and so proud of
him and my children."
"How many children have you?"
"I had three Miss; two girls and a boy. I seem to see them now playing
about on the cottage floor; but others play there now just every bit as
happy, and I've lost them all. I'm all alone," and Nurse wiped her eyes
with the corner of her white apron.
"Not all alone Nurse," said Amy, compassionately.
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