I took a sudden
fancy that I would come, and they could not keep me. But where is
dear Aunt Margaret? Oh, I know what I will do. I'll just run in and
take her by surprise. How well you look, uncle--so noble and grand
too; by the way, I always think King Robert Bruce must just have
been such a man like you."
"No laughing at your old uncle, you little rogue," said John
Greylston pleasantly, "but run and find your aunt. She is somewhere
in the house." And he looked after her with a loving smile as she
flitted by him. Annie Bermon passed quickly through the shaded
sitting-room into the cool and matted hall, catching glimpses as she
went of the pretty parlour and wide library; but her aunt was in
neither of these rooms; so she hurried up stairs, and stealing on
tiptoe, with gentle fingers she pushed open the door. Margaret
Greylston was sitting by the table, sewing; her face was flushed,
and her eyes red and swollen as with weeping. Annie stood still in
wonder. But Miss Margaret suddenly looked up, and her niece sprang,
with a glad cry, into her arms.
"You are not well, Aunt Margaret? Oh! how sorry I am to hear that,
but it seems to me I could never get sick in this sweet place;
everything looks so bright and lovely here. And I _would_ come this
morning, Aunt Margaret, in spite of everything Sophy and all of them
could say.
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