. The little lame lord, or The child of Cloverlea . ainly visible. A mist of early summer glory GOOD-BY. 167 lay upon sea and land, and never had the twinvillages of Bythesea and Cloverlea presented aprettier or more picturesque appearance. As Carol looked, a cloud of white pigeonspassed over the silent, deserted rectory house. The child breathed a little sigh. I wonder if mv birds will miss me? he said. V But, never mind, T know Mr. Goble will take care of them. Good-bv, dear old home. Good- «/ > by, my sea, Ill never forget you. He wavedhis little hand as in farewell. Lady Deramore looked
. The little lame lord, or The child of Cloverlea . ainly visible. A mist of early summer glory GOOD-BY. 167 lay upon sea and land, and never had the twinvillages of Bythesea and Cloverlea presented aprettier or more picturesque appearance. As Carol looked, a cloud of white pigeonspassed over the silent, deserted rectory house. The child breathed a little sigh. I wonder if mv birds will miss me? he said. V But, never mind, T know Mr. Goble will take care of them. Good-bv, dear old home. Good- «/ > by, my sea, Ill never forget you. He wavedhis little hand as in farewell. Lady Deramore looked at him rather wasnt crying; there was no sign of tears inhis earnest, bright eves. b But on his sweet little face was a look thatmeant more than tears—a grave, far-away lookthat she could not understand. Good-by, good-by! the sweet shrill voicerang out clearlv on the summer breeze. i> Then the carriage rolled away along the dustyhighroad, and the little one whom the Christmasangels had brought was the Child of Cloverleano Ill tell you a secret, Peter, said the child. CHAPTER XV. PRIMROSE AND CAROL. Sympathy—the one poor word which includes our best insight and love. GEORGE ELIOT. PERCHED high upon an old-fashioned creeper-huno- brick wall tbat skirts one side of the gravel c> . cj drive at Sunnymeadow was a little girl in a pinkcotton frock. The late afternoon sunlight fellsoftly upon her grave, sweet face and thoughtfuleyes, and turned her long masses of rippling fairhair to brightest gold. There was an eagerly ex- PRIMROSE AND CAROL. 169 pectant look in the little countenance, and the slimupright figure was all alert. It was quite evidentthat the waiting child upon the wall expectedsome one or some thing, and that ere long. Her hands were lightly clasped upon her lap,she sat there very demurely, looking from a dis-tance in her pink frock like some bright tropicalbird upon its perch. The rooks chattering toeach other, and flopping heavily about
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