Mary's Rainbow

E-text prepared by Al Haines
This little volume and its predecessor, Mostly Mary, the first two of the Berta and Beth Books, have been written to comply with the wishes of the young readers of Clementia's other books, Uncle Frank's Mary, The Quest of Mary Selwyn, and Bird-a-Lea. In them the author narrates the events leading up to Uncle Frank's Mary, and endeavors to satisfy the demand for more about Berta and Beth, those mischievous, lovable twinnies, who furnish much of the amusement and not a little of the excitement in the Mary Selwyn Books.


You have grown very fond of your good nurse, haven't you, Mary?
Indeed I have, Uncle. I wish she could go South with us after Christmas.
But don't you think it would be selfish of us to take her away from little folks who really need her? That brings us to a matter of importance which I must discuss with you this evening.
Mary, in her usual place on her uncle's knee, fixed her eyes on the fire, folded her hands, and tried to look very grave and grown-up; for to talk over a matter of importance with Doctor Carlton was, in her opinion, a very serious thing indeed.
I have a patient, a little boy four years old, who has injured his spine. He can be cured, I think, if he has proper care. He is an only child and is somewhat spoiled, and the pain he is suffering makes him very peevish and cross. His poor mother is quite worn out, for he insists on having her beside him day and night. We had a fine nurse for him, but he took a dislike to her and would not let her come near him. Now, the only one I know who can handle this case is Sister Julia. She has a way of her own with children, as you well know. You are improving so fast that you really no longer need her; so I think we had better let her go to that poor little fellow who does; don't you?
The Doctor watched Mary's face over which a look of dismay had spread, and he saw the struggle that was going on in her heart, which sank very low at the thought of the long, long days all alone, except for the servants, in the big house. She locked her frail little fingers tightly together and winked very hard before she answered in a voice scarcely above a whisper; Ye——es, Uncle,——and——and maybe you can come home a little earlier, just a little earlier every evening, and——and stay longer at luncheon, and——and will you ask Mrs. Burns and Mrs. Lee to let Hazel and Rosemary come in to play with me for a while every day on their way home from school and take turns spending the day with me on Saturdays—— Her voice broke, and she hid her face against his coat.