uncle, there are some children with a donkey coming
this way.'
"'These are some of the young people I told you were living with Mrs.
Berkley.--Hollo!' cried uncle, signalling to the children, who came
running down the path as fast as they could the moment they heard the
rector's voice. There was a little girl on the donkey's back, and two
boys by the side of it, with a stable-lad to see that she did not tumble
off.
"'We were so glad when you called, sir,' said the oldest boy. 'Aunt
Berkley said we might go and meet you, but we thought you would
come by the highway.'
"'Yes; but this little niece of mine had never seen the sea, and I wanted
to let her have her first view from the Bluff Crag.'
[Illustration: VEA ON HER DONKEY.]
"'Then you have never been down to the beach?' said the little girl. 'We
must get aunt to allow us to go there after dinner. It is such a delightful
walk;--isn't it, sir? And you needn't be afraid to trust her with us, for we
take Natilie when we go, and she is so careful.'
"'And who is Natilie?' inquired Uncle John, lifting the little girl from
the donkey at her request.
"'Oh, Natilie is our French maid, and she is so nice; even the boys like
Natilie.--But what is your name, please?' she continued, turning to me.
'Mine is Vivian Berkley, but the boys and all my friends call me Vea.'
"'My name is Lilian, but I am called Lily at home--Lily Ashton,' I
replied.
"'Then I shall call you Lily too, may I not?' she said, looking up into my
face with a kindly smile, and taking my hand, while her beautiful blue
eyes sparkled. 'I am so glad you have come, dear Lily,' she continued. 'I
do want a companion like you so much!'
"'Do you find the boys unsocial, then, Miss Vea?' inquired Uncle John.
"'Oh no, sir,' she replied; 'but they are boys, and you know girls are not
allowed to do exactly what they do, so I am often alone.'
"'And what do you do when you are alone?' said Uncle John, evidently
amused with the precise though sweet tone of voice of little Vea.
"'I play with my doll Edith, and I read my story-books, and I talk to
Natilie. Do you know, sir,' she said, letting my hand loose and taking
my uncle's as we mounted up the steep slope to the road above, while
the donkey was led round by another way, followed by the boys, 'poor
Natilie, when she came to stay with us, could not speak a word of
English, and she was so sad. And the boys used to laugh at her, and so
did I sometimes, till Aunt Mary, in whose house we were living, told us
that if we only knew poor Natilie's sad story we would be so sorry for
her, that, instead of laughing, we would be apt to cry.'
"'And what was the story?' inquired the rector.
"'Oh,' said Vea, laughing, 'Aunt Mary was so cunning about it, she
wouldn't tell us a word, but said we must learn our French very fast,
and that then Natilie would tell it for herself; and as Aunt Mary said it
was far more interesting than any we could read in our story-books, we
did try to understand what she said to us very hard indeed. But we
haven't heard the story yet; only we never laugh at Natilie now, for we
have made out little bits of it, and we know the chief reason why she is
sad is this: her husband is a very bad man, and he ran away and left her,
and carried off her two little children, and she cannot find them.--But
will you please walk into the garden, sir?' she continued, opening a side
gate. 'Aunt said we might show you the new rustic table as we came
along.'
[Illustration: THE NEW RUSTIC TABLE.]
"Patrick, the eldest boy, who had run on before, joined us just as we
came up to the arbour, where a neat round table stood, having curious
feet made out of the rough branches of a tree; the top had been polished,
and painted with varnish, and looked very splendid indeed. But the
quick eyes of Vea soon detected an ugly scar on the bright surface, as if
some boy had been attempting to cut out a letter upon it.
"'Oh dear, who has done this?' cried little Vea, while Patrick turned
away with blushing face. 'Patrick, this is a wicked action; do you know
anything about it? Now be careful; think well before you answer.'
"Uncle John could scarcely keep from smiling at the way Vea spoke,
and the
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