Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Juvenile fiction
"Thou silly child!" whispered Lady Sybil, and kissed her, and went her
way.
Merrylips knew that she was silly. But she was very tired, now that the
day was ended, and she could not help having sad thoughts. As she lay
alone in the quiet chamber, she pictured how Lady Sybil, at that very
moment, was opening her arms to a child that was blood-kin to her. Her
heart grew heavy. How did she know that Rupert would not take her place
in Lady Sybil's love?
In that foolish fear Merrylips had fallen asleep. When she woke, it was
dark, but she found herself clasped tight in two arms, and she heard
Lady Sybil speak:--
"And thou couldst think I had not love enough for two--oh! thou little
silly one! Merrylips! Little true heart, that didst believe in my poor
lad, even when I myself distrusted him! Oh, child, how can I ever love
thee enough--thou, through whom, under God, my dead sister's son hath
this hour been given unto me!"
CHAPTER XXXV
THE PASSING OF TIBBOTT VENNER
When Merrylips woke next morning, she thought at first that she was
back at Monksfield. She could hear the sounds that she loved--the
clatter of horses ridden over flagged pavements, and the note of a
trumpet that bade the men dismount and unsaddle. Then she guessed
that Captain Norris and his troop had come to Walsover, as Lieutenant
Crashaw had said they would.
She was all eagerness to see her old friends. So she sprang up and
started to dress. But when she looked for her shirt and her blue
breeches, they were not on the form where she had laid them. In their
place was a girl's long smock and a little gown of gray that Pug had
outgrown.
She was sitting on her bed, looking at the gray gown and winking fast,
when Lady Sybil came softly into the chamber. Lady Sybil understood.
She did not ask questions, nor did she pretend that this was a slight
thing that Merrylips must do.
"Little lass!" she said with a world of meaning. "My little lass!"
"Ay," Merrylips answered. "I am a lass, when all's said. I must put on
this gown, no doubt, and oh! a petticoat is such a pestilence thing in
which to climb!"
Then she stood up, but before she dressed she asked:
"Where hath my mother hid my clothes--my Tibbott clothes?"
Lady Sybil smiled, a little sadly, to see how quick Merrylips was to
guess that it was Lady Venner who had ordered her back into her fit
attire. But she told Merrylips where the little blue suit lay, in a
chest in a far chamber. And as soon as Merrylips had flung on the
girl's frock, she ran and fetched her boy's suit, even the gloves and
the hat, and hung them in Lady Sybil's great wardrobe.
"I'm fain to have them where I may look upon them," she said. "And
maybe, for sport, I'll don them again, only for an hour."
She looked to see if Lady Sybil would forbid, but Lady Sybil said never
a word.
"On Christmas Day," said Merrylips, then. "Shall we say Christmas Day?
I'll go a-masking in them."
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