CHAPTER II.
CALM DELIGHTS.
Now has descended a serener hour,
And with reviving fortunes.—Shelley.
The next morning Anna entered Drusilla’s room, followed by Matty, bearing a large work-basket filled with cambric white as snow, and lace as fine as cobweb.
“Set it down here at my feet, Matty, and go,” said Miss Lyon, sinking into one of the arm-chairs.
Opposite to her sat Drusilla, and between them, of course, lay the sleeping babe in the cradle.
“Here, my dear,” said Anna, calling the young mother’s attention to the contents of the basket, “I have overhauled all my bureaus and boxes in search of these materials; for you know if our baby is to be christened on Sunday next he must have a fine robe, and you and I must set to work immediately to make it.”
“Oh, thanks, dear Anna, for your constant thoughtfulness of me and my babe. I have some very beautifully embroidered robes at Cedarwood, but nurse did not think it necessary to bring them, and I have none here but very plain white slips,” said Drusilla, gratefully.
“Well, now get your scissors ready, for I know nothing about cutting out a baby’s robe, so you will have to do that part of the work, but I will seam and tuck and gather and trim with anybody,” said Anna, beginning to unroll the snowy cambric.
And Drusilla’s nimble fingers soon shaped out the little dress, and the two young women set to work on it with as much delight as ever two little girls took in dressing a doll.