Milly and Olly

ys at R

Table of

use said, but she had taken some milk and beef-tea; she knew her father and mother quite well, and she had asked twice for Tiza. The docto

eakfast, they found her almost as merry and chatty as usual. But she didn't like being kept at the Wheelers's, though they

ogether. "Mother always gives us porridge. And I won't sit next Charlie. He's always dirtying hissel

ul piece of work, which helped to keep Tiza out of mischief and make her contented with staying away from home more than anything else. At last, after three days, the doctor said she might come home if she would promise

s if nothing had happened, "here's some strawberries.

oice, smiling at her; and Tiza knelt on the

e's been under mother's feet terrible. Mind you don't let him e

iza shortly, setting to wo

al certainly when she nursed him, and it was quite impossible of course for Tiza to keep out of mischief altogether for two or three weeks. Still, on the whole, she was a help to her mother;

fore they were to go away Mr. Backhouse came down to say that Becky would l

Backhouse took them in, and they found Becky lying comfortably on a little bed, with a patchwork counte

u got a bump

hook her hand, and they didn

d Milly at last. "I'm so g

r with all his eyes. "We thought you'd have a great

cky; "there now, you can

ick? I should have kicked. And does

at all what I had first. And now I may have strawberries an

r be ill," said Olly, with his eyes fastened on Becky's

ives you some every day though you aren't ill;

dicting. "Do you know, Becky, we've got a secret, and w

over, his mouth. "You'll tell in a m

mouth. We're going to make you something, Becky, when we get home. Something be-ootiful, you kno

y'll guess now. It'll come by post, Becky. Mother'

in a loud whisper, putting his head dow

illy, pouting. "I'll never h

thought very much, for it was dull sometimes when mother was busy and Tiza

e came to go away, "and at Christmas I'll send you a Christm

ride on your big horse. Mr. Backhouse says I may ride all alone some

ee the last of them; and outside there were Tiza and baby and Mrs. Backhouse and even John Backhouse himself, waiting to say good-bye to them.

, as she and nurse walked along toge

that everything on them, up to the very top, was clear and plain, and high up, ev

-bye doves, good-bye fly-catchers! Mind you don

ces and people at Ravensnest, to the woods and the hay-fields, and the beck, to Aunt Emma's parr

om Windermere station and left Aunt Emma standing on the platform; and Aunt Emma no

, "I think Ravensnest is the nicest place we ever stopped at. And I don't think the rain matters either. I'm going to tell your old gentlema

old fairy been sprinkling d

hing sweeter than to see the young ones opening their hearts to all that they themselves have lo