"Is Beth the rosy one, who stays at home good deal and sometimes
goes out with a little basket?" asked Laurie with interest.
"Yes, that's Beth. She's my girl, and a regular good one she is, too."
"The pretty one is Meg, and the curly-haired one is Amy, I believe?"
"How did you find that out?"
Laurie colored up, but answered frankly, "Why, you see I often
hear you calling to one another, and when I'm alone up here, I can't
help looking over at your house, you always seem to be having such
good times. I beg your pardon for being so rude, but sometimes you
forget to put down the curtain at the window where the flowers are.
And when the lamps are lighted, it's like looking at a picture to
see the fire, and you all around the table with your mother. Her
face is right opposite, and it looks so sweet behind the flowers,
I can't help watching it. I haven't got any mother, you know."
And Laurie poked the fire to hide a little twitching of the lips
that he could not control.
The solitary, hungry look in his eyes went straight to Jo's
warm heart. She had been so simply taught that there was no
nonsense in her head, and at fifteen she was as innocent and frank
Vol. XVI.
[1914.]
LIFE OF ST. DECLAN OF ARDMORE,
(Edited from MS. in Bibliotheque Royale, Brussels),
and
LIFE OF ST. MOCHUDA OF LISMORE,
(Edited from MS. in the Library of Royal Irish Academy),
With Introduction, Translation, and Notes,
by
Rev. P. Power, M.R.I.A.,
as any child. Laurie was sick and lonely, and feeling how rich she
was in home and happiness, she gladly tried to share it with him.
Her face was very friendly and her sharp voice unusually gentle as
she said . . .
"We'll never draw that curtain any more, and I give you leave
to look as much as you like. I just wish, though, instead of peeping,
you'd come over and see us. Mother is so splendid, she'd do you heaps
of good, and Beth would sing to you if I begged her to, and Amy would
dance. Meg and I would make you laugh over our funny stage
properties, and we'd have jolly times. Wouldn't your grandpa let you?"
"I think he would, if your mother asked him. He's very kind,
though he does not look so, and he lets me do what I like, pretty much,
only he's afraid I might be a bother to strangers," began Laurie,
brightening more and more.
"We are not strangers, we are neighbors, and you needn't think
you'd be a bother. We want to know you, and I've been trying to do
it this ever so long. We haven't been here a great while, you know,
but we have got acquainted with all our neighbors but you."
"You see, Grandpa lives among his books, and doesn't mind much
what happens outside. Mr. Brooke, my tutor, doesn't stay here, you
know, and I have no one to go about with me, so I just stop at home
and get on as I can."