I think it is a very fine thing for you to be stopping in such a grand house as this; many a little girl would like nothing better.' During this speech she was arranging her toilette for dinner - taking off her black morning gown; putting on her dressing-gown; shaking her long soft auburn hair over her shoulders, and glancing about the room in search of various articles of her dress, - a running flow of easy talk came babbling out all the time.'I have a little girl of my own, dear! I don't know what she would not give to be staying here at Lord Cumnor's with me; but, instead of that, she has to spend her holidays at school; and yet you are looking as miserable as can be at the thought of stopping for just one night.I really have been as busy as can be with those tiresome - those good ladies, I mean, from Hollingford - and one can't think of everything at a time.' Molly - only child as she was - had stopped her tears at the mention of that little girl of Mrs Kirkpatrick's, and now she ventured to say, - 'Are you married, ma'am; I thought she called you Clare?' In high good humour Mrs Kirkpatrick made reply: - 'I don't look as if Iwas married, do I? Every one is surprised.And yet I have been a widow for seven months now: and not a grey hair on my head, though Lady Cuxhaven, who is younger than I, has ever so many.' 'Why do they call you "Clare"?' continued Molly, finding her so affable and communicative.'Because I lived with them when I was Miss Clare.It is a pretty name, isn't it? I married a Mr Kirkpatrick; he was only a curate, poor fellow;but he was of a very good family, and if three of his relations had died without children I should have been a baronet's wife.But Providence did not see fit to permit it; and we must always resign ourselves to what is decreed.Two of his cousins married, and had large families; and poor dear Kirkpatrick died, leaving me a widow.' 'But you have a little girl?' asked Molly.'Yes; darling Cynthia! I wish you could see her; she is my only comfort now.If I have time I will show you her picture when we come up to bed;but I must go now.It does not do to keep Lady Cumnor waiting a moment, and she asked me to be down early, to help with some of the people in the house.Now I shall ring this bell, and when the housemaid comes, ask her to take you into the nursery, and to tell Lady Cuxhaven's nurse who you are.And then you'll have tea with the little ladies, and come in with them to dessert.There! I'm sorry you've overslept yourself, and are left here; but give me a kiss, and don't cry - you really are rather a pretty child, though you've not got Cynthia's colouring! Oh, Nanny, would you be so very kind as to take this young lady - (what's your name, my dear?
Gibson?), - Miss Gibson, to Mrs Dyson, in the nursery, and ask her to allow her to drink tea with the young ladies there; and to send her in with them to dessert.I'll explain it all to my lady.' Nanny's face brightened out of its gloom when she heard the name Gibson;and, having ascertained from Molly that she was 'the doctor's' child, she showed more willingness to comply with Mrs Kirkpatrick's request than was usual with her.Molly was an obliging girl, and fond of children; so, as long as she was in the nursery, she got on pretty well, being obedient to the wishes of the supreme power, and even very useful to Mrs Dyson, by playing at bricks, and thus keeping a little one quiet while its brothers and sisters were being arrayed in gay attire, - lace and muslin, and velvet, and brilliant broad ribbons.'Now, miss,' said Mrs Dyson, when her own especial charge were all ready, 'what can I do for you? You have not got another frock here, have you?'
No, indeed, she had not; nor if she had had one, would it have been of a smarter nature than her present thick white dimity.So she could only wash her face and hands, and submit to the nurse's brushing and perfuming her hair.She thought she would rather have stayed in the park all night long, and slept under the beautiful quiet cedar, than have to undergo the unknown ordeal of 'going down to dessert,' which was evidently regarded both by children and nurses as the event of the day.At length there was a summons from a footman, and Mrs Dyson, in a rustling silk gown, marshalled her convoy, and set sail for the dining-room door.There was a large party of gentlemen and ladies sitting round the decked table, in the brilliantly lighted room.Each dainty little child ran up to its mother, or aunt, or particular friend; but Molly had no one to go to.'Who is that tall girl in the thick white frock? Not one of the children of the house, I think?' The lady addressed put up her glass, gazed at Molly, and dropped it in an instant.'A French girl, I should imagine.I know Lady Cuxhaven was inquiring for one to bring up with her little girls, that they might get a good accent early.Poor little woman, she looks wild and strange!' And the speaker, who sate next to Lord Cumnor, made a little sign to Molly to come to her; Molly crept up to her as to the first shelter; but when the lady began talking to her in French, she blushed violently, and said, in a very low voice, - 'I don't understand French.I'm only Molly Gibson, ma'am.' 'Molly Gibson!' said the lady, out loud; as if that was not much of an explanation.Lord Cumnor caught the words and the tone.'Oh, ho!' said he.'Are you the little girl who has been sleeping in my bed?' He imitated the deep voice of the fabulous bear, who asks this question of the little child in the story; but Molly had never read the 'Three Bears,'
