Family -- Juvenile fiction; Fathers -- Death -- Juvenile fiction; Financial security -- Juvenile fiction
"I can believe they need you, my dear, in joy or sorrow," said Mrs.
Baldwin, affectionately giving Rob her good-night kiss.
* * * * *
"Oh, you're up, are you, Rob?" cried Hester, trailing into Rob's room
in her pale blue, eiderdown wrapper. "I came to call you. If you're
strong enough, I'm going to take you from Dan to Beersheba to-day--or
at least from Nellie to Columbia. Nellie's the seal down in the
Aquarium, and----"
"Please, Hester, don't tell me Columbia is the college, because even in
Fayre we've heard of Columbia College," interrupted Rob. "I'm strong,
and shall be ready soon."
Hester was an energetic and resolute young person. She had set out to
show Rob New York, and she rushed from one end to the other of the
long-drawn city until Rob cried her mercy. "It's a whirl of a Battery,
with imaginary old Dutchmen airing themselves by the harbor waves,
and high buildings, as modern as a minute ago, and rattling trolleys,
and rising elevated roads bending around dizzy curves, and splendid
college libraries, and impressive tombs overlooking the Palisades, and
guarding soldiers' ashes and tattered flags, and swarming Harlem flats,
and gorgeous Fifth Avenue mansions, and cathedral spires," Rob said at
last, sinking wearily down on a seat before the entrance to the Art
Museum. "I can't go in, Hester, not if all the pictures in Europe and
Michelangelo's Moses are in there. I didn't think I should give out,
but let's risk New York and I meeting again, and finishing up. If we
don't, I know one of us will be finished up this time for good."
So Hester reluctantly postponed exhibiting the remainder of her city's
glories, and took home a thoroughly tired Rob. They found Mr. Baldwin
had come home early, and was waiting them impatiently.
"Rob," he cried. "I've great news for you. I have found the very
concern which is most interested in bricquette machines, and most
ready to purchase the best thing of the sort on the market. They told
me to-day that, on general principles, if the concern represented
by Mr. Marston would give four thousand dollars for your father's
invention, it would be worth not less than ten thousand to them. I
am to take you to see them in the morning, and their representative
will probably follow you to Fayre in a few days. At least, you see, we
have undoubtedly gained a great deal by waiting, and you are already
justified in your wisdom."
Rob turned pale. "You don't know how frightened I have been. Do you
think I can go home to-morrow?" she said.
"So tired of us?" suggested Mr. Baldwin, lifting the quivering face by
its chin.
"So anxious to get back, because I know how they want me," said Rob,
simply. "And just now I cannot stay away from the little grey house.
But please don't think me dreadful--I never could tell you how I feel
about your kindness. Some day, if Hester will come to the little grey
house, all the Greys will try to give her the best time that small
edifice can hold."
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