I have any strength left. You build up the
fire, and then come back to me, child. Build it up big, for I'm not going
to bed to-night."
CHAPTER II.
A SOLEMN PROMISE.
When Cecile had built up the fire, she made a cup of tea and brought it
to her stepmother. Mrs. D'Albert drank it off greedily; afterward she
seemed refreshed and she made Cecile put another pillow under her
head and draw her higher on the sofa.
"You're a good, tender-hearted child, Cecile," she said to the little
creature, who was watching her every movement with a kind of
trembling eagerness. Cecile's sensitive face flushed at the words of
praise, and she came very close to the sofa. "Yes, you're a good child,"
repeated Mrs. D'Albert; "you're yer father's own child, and he was very
good, though he was a foreigner. For myself I don't much care for good
people, but when you're dying, I don't deny as they're something of a
comfort. Good people are to be depended on, and you're good, Cecile."
But there was only one sentence in these words which Cecile took in.
"When you're dying," she repeated, and every vestige of color forsook
her lips.
"Yes, my dear, when you're dying. I'm dying, Cecile; that was what the
doctor meant when he said I'd he quite well; he meant as I'd lie straight
and stiff, and have my eyes shut, and be put in a long box and be buried,
that was what he meant, Cecile. But look here now, you're not to cry
about it--not at present, I mean; you may as much as you like by and by,
but not now. I'm not crying, and 'tis a deal worse for me; but there ain't
no time for tears, they only weaken and do no good, and I has a deal to
say. Don't you dare shed a tear now, Cecile; I can't a-bear the sight of
tears; you may cry by and by, but now you has got to listen to me."
"I won't cry," said Cecile; she made a great effort set her lips firm, and
looked hard at her stepmother.
"That's a good, brave girl. Now I can talk in comfort. I want to talk all I
can to you to-night, my dear, for to-morrow I may have the weakness
back again, and besides your Aunt Lydia will be here!"
"Who's my Aunt Lydia?" asked Cecile.
"She ain't rightly your aunt at all, she's my sister; but she's the person as
will have to take care of you and Maurice after I'm dead."
"Oh!" said Cecile; her little face fell, and a bright color came into her
cheeks.
"She's my own sister," continued Mrs. D'Albert, "but I don't like her
much. She's a good woman enough; not up to yer father's standard, but
still fair enough. But she's hard--she is hard ef you like. I don't profess
to have any violent love for you two little tots, but I'd sooner not leave
you to the care o' Aunt Lydia ef I could help it."
"Don't leave us to her care; do find some one kind--some one as 'ull be
kind to me, and Maurice, and Toby--do help it, stepmother," said
Cecile.
"I can't help it, child; and there's no use bothering a dying woman
who's short of breath. You and Maurice have got to go to my sister,
your Aunt Lydia, and ef you'll take a word of advice by and by, Cecile,
from one as 'ull be in her grave, you'll not step-aunt her--she's short of
temper, Aunt Lydia is. Yes," continued the sick woman, speaking fast,
and gasping for breath a little, "you have got to go to my sister Lydia. I
have sent her word, and she'll come to-morrow--but--never mind that
now. I ha' something else I must say to you, Cecile."
"Yes, stepmother."
"I ha' no one else to say it to, so you listen werry hard. I'm going to put
a great trust on you, little mite as you are--a great, great trust; you has
got to do something solemn, and to promise something solemn too,
Cecile."
"Yes," said Cecile, opening her blue eyes wide.
"Aye, you may well say yes, and open yer eyes big; you're going to get
some'ut on yer shoulders as 'ull make a woman of yer. You mayn't like
it, I don't suppose as you will; but for all that you ha' got to promise,
because I won't die easy, else. Cecile," suddenly bending forward, and
grasping the child's arm almost cruelly, "I can't die at all till you
promise me this solemn and grave, as though it were yer very last
breath."
"I will promise, stepmother," said Cecile. "I'll promise solemn, and I'll
keep it solemn; don't you be fretted,
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