“But he’ll win through,” she said, hopefully, to herself, “as other men have won through the same trouble in all the generations of men, since ever the world began; and may he be the wiser and the better for the pain! He will be sorry not to see her again,” added she, with a sigh.
So she wrote a letter telling him, among other things, that wee Marjorie was to be sent away with Mrs Esselmont for the good of her health; that she was likely to be away a year at least. She said some hopeful words as to the benefit the child might receive, and then she added: “It is Allison Bain who is to have the care of her.” Of Allison herself she only said that she was one to be trusted, and that the child would be happy in her care. But to this there came no word in reply.
On the last day at home Marjorie was carried down the street by Jack, that she might say good-bye to Mrs Beaton and the schoolmistress, and the neighbours generally. Jack had been warned by his mother that if there should be any signs of weariness or excitement, there must be no lingering. The child must be brought home at once. But Marjorie took it all very quietly.
“Yes, I’m going away. Yes, I’m sorry, and I’m glad, but I’m not afraid, because our Allison is going with me. Oh! yes, I’m glad. I’m going to see new things and places—me that was never ten miles away from home in all my life! And I’m going to come home strong and well, like the other bairns to help my mother and them all. And my mother has my sister now to take my place. It’s my father that I’m sorriest for. But I’ll come home strong and well, and then he’ll be glad that he let me go.”
She said the same to the bairns who lingered on their way home from the school to speak to her as they passed. She was coming home again well and strong, and she would be happy, having Allison all to herself; and though she was sorry to leave them, she was not afraid.
Allison had no formal leave-takings. She had been very busy all day, and came down-stairs after seeing Marjorie quietly asleep, doubtful whether she should go to say good-bye to Mrs Beaton and the schoolmistress or not. The question was decided for her.
“Allison,” said Mrs Hume, as she passed the parlour-door, “I think it would be but kind to ask Mrs Beaton if she has any message to send to her son. You could leave it with Robin if you should not chance to see him yourself in the town. Are you very tired?”
“I am not so very tired. Yes, I will go now,” said Allison.
So she turned down the lane and went round by the green, as she had gone so many times before, not without some troubled thoughts of her own. She found Mrs Beaton sitting alone in the firelight.
“Come away in, Allison. I have been expecting you,” said she.