“You foolish child!” Mrs Greenly exclaimed, eyeing the little figure that stood on the door-mat. “You would have been better at home.”
Something in Christie’s face kept her from saying more.
“I am very glad I went—very glad,” said Christie, stooping to take off her wet shoes, that she might not soil Nelly’s spotless oilcloth; and as she gathered them up and faced Mrs Greenly again, she repeated, softly:
“I am very, very glad! You haven’t needed me much, have you? How is wee Harry?”
Nurse took no notice of her question, but looking gravely at her, said:
“I wonder the wind didn’t carry you away, poor child!”
“It very nearly did,” said Christie, laughing. “I am very glad to be safe within doors again; but I am very glad I went, for all that.”
“But you are wet through!” said nurse, laying her hand on her shoulder. “Go and change your clothes this very moment. Stay,” she added, as Christie began to ascend the stairs. “If the children get a sight of you there will be an end of your peace. Go down to the kitchen, and I will bring down your things for you.”
Christie looked wonderingly into her face.
“You are very kind. But you need not take the trouble. I’m not so very wet.”