Home Sickness, 7

 

when she brushed my hair and
made me tidy, that I was to go
down and be a good girl, “and do
things pretty” in the drawing-
room, and would she scold me if
I was sent away for crying and
making a rose? But Uncle
Hugh came to.my rescue, threw
away his paper, and cuddled me
up in his great strong arms almost
_ like papa. And he showed me his
watch, and made it strike, and then
began to show me all kinds of
wonders about the room: little tiny
Diaewemen under’ a glass case,
small china monkeys, cats and
frogs, and funny shells and fishes,