Chapter Thirteen.
Brave Janie.
At dinner that day there was some talk of nurse going out to walk with the children.
“Oh do come, nursie dear,” said Mary. “It are so much nicer when you come too,” and baby cooed up in nurse’s face for all the world as if she were saying “do come,” too.
“I’d like to, dearly,” said nurse. “But I think I’d better rest my ankle one day more, and then I hope it will be quite well. I feel quite ashamed of having been so stupid about it.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” said Artie. “It was the carpet’s fault for being loose.”
“And mine for not seeing it and getting it fastened,” said nurse. Though really I think it was more Emma’s fault, for she had charge of the passage where nurse had tripped and fallen.
“I think you’d much better wait another day,” said Leigh gravely.
And nurse said to herself that Master Leigh was very thoughtful for his age.
But Leigh had a reason of his own for not wanting nurse to go out with them that day, and if he had let himself think about it honestly he would have seen that his dislike to nurse coming showed that he was not doing right. But all he would allow to himself was “Nurse is so fussy.”