Left to Ourselves; or, John Headley's Promise.Shaw, Catharine
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Left to Ourselves; or, John Headley's Promise.
Shaw, Catharine
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
"How did they get off, John?" Agnes asked, looking up as quietly as if
she had been sitting there for an hour.
"Very well; mother was cheerful to the last."
"And they had a foot-warmer?"
"Your humble servant saw to that."
"And you got them something to read?"
"Wouldn't have anything."
"And they did not leave any more messages?"
"None whatever. Now, Hugh, as Agnes has pumped me dry, let Alice take a
turn at _you_!"
Alice, till her brothers came in, had been leaning over the fire, deeply
buried in a book and now turned round to it again, as if she would very
much rather read than do anything else.
Hugh seeing this, advanced a step nearer, and his eyes looked
mischievous.
"Well, Alice, don't perfectly smother a body with questions. One at a
time. What's the first?"
"I don't know; I haven't any to ask."
"You mean you're too busy?"
"No," answered Alice, half vexed.
"Perhaps you're cold, you're such a long way off from that tiny fire!"
"I'm not cold," said Alice, putting her hand up to her glowing face.
"Not? Now I really thought----"
But a gentle voice interrupted what was becoming too hot for poor
Alice's temper, and aunt Phyllis said:
"Grandmama invites you all to dinner to-day, my dears, at two o'clock;
will you come?"
At the word dinner Agnes started. "Oh dear, auntie, I forgot it was my
duty now to see after dinner! I do not believe I should have thought of
it for ever so long."
"Cook would have reminded you, I dare say," said her aunt, smiling.
"What are you boys going to do this morning?" asked Agnes.
"I'm going to my room to have a general turn out for the holidays, and
shall not be visible again till five minutes to two."
"That's a good thing," said Agnes, laughing.
"Your politeness is only exceeded by your truth," said John, giving his
aunt a kiss, and disappearing through the door before Agnes could give
him back an answer, had she wished it.
"And what is Hugh going to do?" asked Miss Headley, turning to him.
"Tease Alice," said Hugh, nodding towards the crouching figure by the
fire.
"I was going to say that I have to go to see a woman in Earl Street, and
wanted you to carry my basket for me, Hugh. Can you spare time, do you
think?"
"All right, auntie."
"Where's Hugh going?" said Minnie, sleepily, opening her eyes.
"He is going out with me, darling; would you like to go too?"
"I don't know; I think I'm going to sleep again."
She turned her back on the room, and vouchsafed no further notice of her
aunt, nor of anyone else. Agnes gave a glance of apology, but Miss
Headley answered by a look that it was not needed, and in a few moments
took her leave, followed by her nephew, who ran in next door for the
basket, and caught her up before she had reached the corner of the
street.
Agnes left the room, and Alice woke up from her book to find herself
alone.
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