A week had passed and it was nearing the end of June when Miss Dahlia and Nan arrived at the little station of San Seritos. They found Mr. Sperry, the gardener, waiting to take them home in the Barrington car, which had the family coat of arms emblazoned on the door.
Nan had written a long letter to this faithful servant and his kindly wife, telling of Miss Ursula’s death and also informing them that Miss Dahlia had but little money left, and, would be obliged to dispense with the services of so expert a gardener as Mr. Sperry. Nan had then added that since Miss Dahlia was very frail, she thought best not to tell her of the changed financial conditions, but if Mr. Sperry would accept a position elsewhere, Miss Dahlia would suppose that to be the reason he was leaving her service.
When Mr. Sperry read this letter to his wife, he removed his spectacles and wiped them as he said, “Nell, Miss Dahlia is one of God’s good women if there ever was one. Mind you the time little Bobsy had diphtheria and you couldn’t get a nurse? You’d have died yourself with the care of it all if it hadn’t been for that blessed woman coming right down here and staying quarantined in this lodge house where there weren’t any comforts such as she had been used to, and now, that she’s in trouble, it isn’t likely we’re going to desert her. No, sir, not us! The Baxters have been at me this month past to work on their place half time, and I’ll do it. Then we can raise our own vegetables and plenty for Miss Dahlia besides, in the kitchen garden here and she’ll never know but what Miss Nan is paying us a salary regular, just as we always had.”
“You are right, Samuel,” Mrs. Sperry said wiping her eyes with the corner of her blue apron. “We’re not the sort to be forgetting past kindness. I’ll go up to the big house this minute with Bertha and we’ll air it out and have Miss Dahlia’s room cheerful and waiting for her.”
And so when Mr. Sperry saw Nan assisting Miss Barrington to the platform, he hurried forward, and, snatching off his cap, he took the hand the little lady held out to him. It was hard for him to steady his voice as he said, “Miss Dahlia, it’s good to see your kind face again. It’s been lonesome having the big house closed for so long and it’s glad I am to have it opened.”
Tears rolled down the wrinkled cheeks of the little old lady. This home-coming was hard, for, during the last two years Miss Ursula had been much changed, more of a loving sister and a comrade.
When they reached the house, Mrs. Sperry was on the veranda and Bertha, now a tall girl of eleven, was standing shyly at her mother’s side.
The doors were wide open, and Nan, glancing in, saw that there were bowls of ferns and flowers in the hall and library. As she greeted Mrs. Sperry, she said softly, “It was very kind of you to do all this.”
Then the girl assisted Miss Dahlia up the wide front stairs. The gardener’s wife called after them “when you’ve laid off your wraps come down to the dining room. It’s nearly noon and I thought you might be hungry after traveling so far.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Sperry, we will,” Nan replied, and tears sprang to her eyes as she thought how loyal these kind people were and with no hope of remuneration.