There followed a few moments of rapture for Peggy, when the beautiful crystal pendant was placed in her own hands, and she looked through it into a world transformed by the magic of its coloring. She saw the room changed in a twinkling, as when a fairy wand transforms a mantle of homespun to cloth-of-gold. Through the open window she saw an enchanted harbor filled with a fleet of rainbows. Every sail was outlined with one, every mast edged with lines of red and gold and blue. And while she looked, and at the same time listened, Georgina’s explanation caught some of the same glamor, and sank deep into her tender little heart.
That was the way that _she_ could change the world for people she loved--put a rainbow around their troubles by being so cheery and hopeful that everything would be brighter just because she was there. To keep Hope at the prow simply meant that she mustn’t get discouraged about her knee. No matter how much it hurt her or the brace bothered her, she must bear up and steer right on. To do that bravely, without any fretting, was the surest way in the world to put a rainbow around her father’s troubles.
Thus Georgina mixed her “line to live by” and her prism philosophy, but it was clear enough to the child who listened with heart as well as ears. And clear enough to the man who sat just outside the open window on the upper porch, with his pipe, listening also as he gazed off to sea.
“The poor little lamb,” he said to himself. “To think of that baby trying to bear up and be brave on my account! It breaks me all up.”
A few minutes later as he started across the hall, Peggy, seeing him pass her door, called to him. “Oh, Daddy! Come look through this wonderful fairy glass. You’ll think the whole world is bewitched.”
She was lying back in a long steamer chair, and impatient to reach him, she started to climb out as he entered the room. But she had not grown accustomed to the brace again, and she stumbled clumsily on account of it. He caught her just in time to save her from falling, but the prism, the shining crystal pendant, dropped from her hands and struck the rocker of a chair in its fall to the floor.
She gave a frightened cry, and stood holding her breath while Georgina stooped and picked it up. It was in two pieces now. The long, radiant point, cut in many facets like a diamond, was broken off.
Georgina, pale and trembling at this sudden destruction of her greatest treasure, turned her back, and for one horrible moment it was all she could do to keep from bursting out crying. Peggy, seeing her turn away and realizing all that her awkwardness was costing Georgina, buried her face on her father’s shoulder and went into such a wild paroxysm of sobbing and crying that all his comforting failed to comfort her.
“Oh, I wish I’d _died_ first,” she wailed. “She’ll never love me again. She said it was her most precious treasure, and now I’ve broken it----”
“There, there, there,” soothed the Captain, patting the thin little arm reached up to cling around his neck. “Georgina knows it was an accident. She’s going to forgive my poor little Peggykins for what she couldn’t help. She doesn’t mind its being broken as much as you think.”