“To try on yer travelin’ dress, which me an’ Miss Aggravatin has been a rippin’ up of one of her own old allypackers to make over for you, an’ a cuttin’ an’ a bastin’ of it all de whole mornin’. Come along, chile, ’cause it’s got to be finished to-night, ef we sets up workin’ on it till to-morrow mornin’.”
“I must go, David Lindsay. I must go. But I will come back as soon as ever I can get away. And oh, won’t you please try to get through your work so as to take time to row me over to Sandy Hill to take leave of dee-ar Granny Lindsay? Oh, indeed I must go and take leave of dee-ar Granny Lindsay!” said little Glo’, looking earnestly in the face of her playmate.
“I will work fast and get through all I have to do. I won’t stop for dinner, but will work through the noon hour, and then I can get done by four o’clock and be ready for you,” replied the boy.
Little Glo’ ran home so as to get through the “trying on” as soon as possible.
She found her aunt too busy to question her as to where she had been.
Miss Agrippina did not detain her long, but as soon as the waist of the dress was fitted, and the length of the sleeves and skirt measured, she dismissed the child.
Full of a new idea, little Glo’ ran to seek her uncle.
She found Colonel de Crespigney in the library, seated before the old organ, drawing weird music from its worn-out keys.
“Marcel, dee-ar, I have only got a day and a half now! Won’t you please let David Lindsay off from his work, so he can take me in the row-boat over to bid good-by to Granny Lindsay? Oh, I must say good-by to dee-ar Granny Lindsay before I go,” she pleaded, laying her tender cheek against his face.
“Yes, love,” answered the gentle young uncle. “Yes, you shall have your little will while you stay here. Go and tell the lad to leave off work at once and row you over to the island.”