“I wonder,” said the Captain, as if he were talking to himself. Georgina, looking at him shyly from the corner of her eye, wondered what it was he wondered.
It was almost supper time when she went home. She had kept the upper half of the prism which had the hole in it, and it dangled from her neck on the pink ribbon as she walked.
“If only Barby could have seen it first,” she mourned. “I wouldn’t mind it so much. But she’ll never know how beautiful it was.”
But every time that thought came to her it was followed by a recollection which made her tingle with happiness. It was the Captain’s deep voice saying tenderly, “You blessed little rainbow-maker!”
Chapter XXVII
A Modern “St. George and the Dragon”
Barby was at home again. Georgina, hearing the jangle of a bell, ran down the street to meet the old Towncrier with the news. She knew now, he felt when he wanted to go through the town ringing his bell and calling out the good tidings about his Danny to all the world. That’s the way she felt her mother’s home-coming ought to be proclaimed. It was such a joyful thing to have her back again.
And Grandfather Shirley wasn’t going to be blind, Georgina confided in her next breath. The sight of both eyes would be all right in time. They were _so_ thankful about that. And Barby had brought her the darlingest little pink silk parasol ever made or dreamed of, all the way from Louisville, and some beaten biscuit and a comb of honey from the beehives in her old home garden.
It was wonderful how much news Georgina managed to crowd into the short time that it took to walk back to the gate. The Burrells had left town and Belle had gone home, and Richard had sent her a postal card from Bar Harbor with a snapshot of himself and Captain Kidd on it. And--she lowered her voice almost to a whisper as she told the next item: