There was something so heartening in the cheery voice that Georgina made one more dab at her eyes with the hem of her dress skirt, then dropped it and went out through the screen door to join him on the steps which led down into the garden. At first she was loath to confess the cause of her tears. She felt ashamed of being caught crying simply because no one had remembered the date. It wasn’t that she wanted presents, she sobbed. It was that she wanted someone to be glad that she’d been born and it was so lonesome without Barby--
In the midst of her reluctant confession Mr. Darcy bethought himself of the prism in his pocket.
“Here,” he said, drawing it out. “Take this and put a rainbow around your troubles. It’s a sort of magic glass. When you look through it, it shows you things you can’t see with your ordinary eyes. Look what it does to the holiday tree.”
There was a long-drawn breath of amazement from Georgina as she held the prism to her eyes and looked through it at the tree.
“Oh! Oh! It does put a rainbow around every branch and every little tuft of green needles. It’s even lovelier than the colored lanterns were. Isn’t it wonderful? It puts a rainbow around the whole outdoors.”
Her gaze went from the grape arbor to the back garden gate. Then she jumped up and started around the house, the old man following, and smiling over each enthusiastic “oh” she uttered, as the prism showed her new beauty at every step. He was pleased to have been the source of her new pleasure.
“It’s like looking into a different world,” she cried, as she reached the kitchen door, and eagerly turned the prism from one object to another. Mrs. Triplett was scowling intently over the task of trying to turn the lid of a glass jar which refused to budge.
“Oh, it even puts a rainbow around Tippy’s frown,” Georgina cried excitedly. Then she ran to hold the prism over Belle’s eyes.
“Look what Uncle Darcy brought me for my birthday. See how it puts a rainbow around every blessed thing, even the old black pots and pans!”
In showing it to Tippy she discovered a tiny hole in the end of the prism by which it had been hung from the lamp, and she ran upstairs to find a piece of ribbon to run through it. When she came down again, the prism hanging from her neck by a long pink ribbon, Uncle Darcy greeted her with a new version of the Banbury Cross song: