"I'm Irish and she's Scotch," said Dawn with a superior air. "Dad says the Scotch conscience is a terrible thing for making faces long!"
Mrs. Maclahan began to laugh.
"You and your father are a funny couple," she said. "I don't know what he will make of you by and by."
Dawn went, and Christina missed him intensely. But Miss Loder kept her busy at lessons, and when the play hours dragged, would tell her some of the wonderful stories she concocted out of her brain.
And then one day, just before the Christmas holidays, Susy appeared on the scene.
Christina was curled up on her nursery window seat with a story book. It was nearly four o'clock, and darkness was setting in. Miss Loder was out of the room, and Connie entered rather breathlessly.
"If you please, Miss Christina, there's a little girl at the back door a-keeping asking for you. We've drove her away times without number and she will keep comin' back. She says you told of her to come, and she sells tin kettles and such like, one of them pedlar folk, I should say!"
I bought it at the fair."
"It's Susy!"