Mrs. Keith stared at her in silence; then turned round and swept out of the room. Speaking over her shoulder, she said:
"Wash your face and hands, and take off your hat and coat, then come downstairs to supper."
Harebell waited till the door was closed upon her. A little ache and longing was in her heart for one kind word. But she had never remembered a mother's love, and was accustomed to grave grown-up society. She never expected much from any one. Now she began to dance in the middle of her room. And as she danced she chanted some words she had learnt from her ayah:
"It's good to be happy and sing—
The birds and the flowers agree—
There's music to make for us all,
And some must be made by me."
Her cap and her coat had been flung off. She was dressed in a soft blue woollen frock; her small head of curls, rather a delicate little neck, and her fragile wisp of a body impressed one who was looking on as peculiarly appropriate to her name. She looked like a nodding blue harebell swaying in the wind.
"Not hungry or tired! How wonderful children are!"
Harebell started, and stopped her dance in an instant. A grave motherly-looking woman stood in the doorway. She wore a lace cap, and for a moment Harebell wondered if she were another aunt. She saw she had kind eyes, and precipitated herself into her arms without any hesitation.
"I've been so frightened, it's all so strange, but I feel happiness in the room; it has come to me, and so I can't help dancing."
"Bless your little heart, I'm glad to think you're so easy made happy! I'm your aunt's maid and housekeeper, dear; I've been with her twenty years, and I don't know which I loved best when they were little girls, she or your dear mother. You must call me Goody, the same as they did—my name is Goodheart, but I'm still Goody. And I shall have time to slip in and wait on you and dress you. It will be like old times. We're not a very big household. There's only Mr. and Mrs. Andrews, and Lucy and myself. Now let me put a brush to your curls."
"I'm glad you're in the world," said Harebell, as she resigned herself into Goody's hands at once. "I shall be able to talk to you; that lady who brought me here is like a princess in my fairy book. 'Slowly, slowly she turned into stone, very beautiful but cold she was, her face got stiller and whiter, when she spoke she hardly seemed to breathe.' Shall I go on? I know it by heart, and then one day she gets soft, you know! I shall be looking for that day, won't you? What is her name?"