Uncle John, kiss me again; my heart is so glad! shall I run
now and tell Aunt Margaret all this sweet news?"
"No, no, darling little peace-maker, stay here; I will go to her
myself;" and he hurried away.
Annie Bermond sat alone upon the hill, musingly platting the long
grass together, but she heeded not the work of her fingers. Her face
was bright with joy, her heart full of happiness. Dear child! in one
brief hour she had learned the blessedness of that birthright which
is for all God's sons and daughters, if they will but claim it. I
mean _the privilege of doing good, of being useful_.
Miss Greylston sat by the parlour window, just where she could see
who crossed the lawn. She was waiting with a kind of nervous
impatience for Annie. She heard a footstep, but it was only Liddy
going down to the dairy. Then Reuben went by on his way to the
meadow, and all was silent again. Where was Annie?--but now quick
feet sounded upon the crisp and faded leaves. Miss Margaret looked
out, and saw her brother coming,--then she was sure Annie had in
some way missed him, and she drew back from the window keenly
disappointed, not even a faint suspicion of the blessed truth
crossing her mind. As John Greylston entered the hall, a sudden and
irresistible desire prompted Margaret to go and tell him all the
loving and forgiving thoughts of her heart, no matter what his mood
should be.
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