Nelly called Crummie, accordingly, who came obediently and stood quite still, munching the bits of bread Nelly gave her; while Mr. Lambert again drew in his book for a little while.
"I think I have it now," said he, at last, shutting up his book and putting it in his pocket, without offering to show Nelly the drawing he had made. "Many thanks, Nelly. I hope you will go regularly to Sunday-school and learn all you can. Will you?"
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Lambert walked away, and Nelly stood watching him for some minutes before it flashed across her mind that she had promised to go to Sunday-school.
"But I did not say when I would go," said she to herself. "I do mean to go as soon as I learn to read a little."
Nelly did not feel quite satisfied with this evasion, but she dismissed the thought for the present, and began trying on her new clothes. They were all too large; but Nelly did not mind that. It was a good fault, she said; and great was the satisfaction with which she looked at herself in the foot-square of mirror which was all she possessed.
"Now, if I only had a nice hat; but may-be I'll get that too. I guess I could buy one for twelve shillings or a dollar, and I can soon earn that. Won't granny be pleased? And here she comes now. Why, granny, have you been buying out all the stores this afternoon?"
Mrs. Ryan had her arms full of parcels, which she flung down on the bed with,—
"There, my Lady Eleanor! just see there what. I've brought you;" and then, observing Nelly's new clothes, "And pray where did you get all these fine things?"
Nelly related the events of the afternoon, and was disappointed and a good deal puzzled to see that her grandmother did not seem at all pleased.