Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
They came with all haste, George and Harley with dish-towels over their
shoulders, Carol with her arithmetic and pencil, little Doris trudging
up breathless, one step at a time, and all crying excitedly, "What's
the matter?"
"Why, here's our blessed little mother lying here all by herself,
crying because she doesn't know where in the world we can find a
house!" cried Shirley; "and I think it's time we told our beautiful
secret, don't you?"
"Yes," chorused the children, although Harley and Doris had no idea
until then that there was any beautiful secret. Beautiful secrets
hadn't been coming their way.
"Well, I think we better tell it," said Shirley, looking at George and
Carol questioningly. "Don't you? We don't want mother worrying." So
they all clustered around her on the bed and the floor, and sat
expectantly while Shirley told.
"You see, mother, it's this way. We've been looking around a good deal
lately, George and I, and we haven't found a thing in the city that
would do; so one day I took a trolley ride out of the city, and I've
found something I think will do nicely for the summer, anyway, and that
will give us time to look around and decide. Mother dear, would you
mind camping so very much if we made you a nice, comfortable place?"
"Camping!" said Mrs. Hollister in dismay. "Dear child! In a tent?"
"No, mother, not in a tent. There's a--a--sort of a house--that is,
there's a building, where we could sleep, and put our furniture, and
all; but there's a lovely out-of-doors. Wouldn't you like that, for
Doris and you?"
"Oh, yes," sighed the poor woman; "I'd like it; but, child, you haven't
an idea what you are talking about. Any place in the country costs
terribly, even a shanty----"
"That's it, mother, call it a shanty!" put in Carol. "Mother, would
you object to living in a shanty all summer if it was good and clean,
and you had plenty of out-of-doors around it?"
"No, of course not, Carol, if it was perfectly respectable. I
shouldn't want to take my children among a lot of low-down people----"
"Of course not, mother!" put in Shirley. "And there's nothing of that
sort. It's all perfectly respectable, and the few neighbors are nice,
respectable people. Now, mother, if you're willing to trust us, we'd
like it if you'll just let us leave it at that and not tell you
anything more about it till we take you there. George and Carol and I
have all seen the place, and we think it will be just the thing.
There's plenty of room, and sky, and a big tree, and birds; and it only
costs ten dollars a month. Now, mother, will you trust us for the rest
and not ask any questions?"
The mother looked in bewilderment from one to another, and, seeing
their eager faces, she broke into a weary smile.
"Well, I suppose I'll have to," she said with a sigh of doubt; "but I
can't understand how any place you could get would be only that price,
and I'm afraid you haven't thought of a lot of things."
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