[CHAPTER XXI.
THE WINDING UP.]
Repairs at the Rookery—Calista and Evelina on the qui vive—Mr. Harrington and his bride—Another Christmas gathering—Farewell, and kind wishes
I.
Little Agnes.
“And she, not seven years old,
A slighted child.”—WORDSWORTH.
“What is it Lewie wants? Does he want sister’s pretty book?”
“No!” roared the cross baby boy, pointing with his finger to the side-board.
“Well, see here, Lewie! here is a pretty ball; shall we roll it? There! now roll it back to sister.”
“No-o-o!” still screamed Master Lewie, the little finger still stretched out towards something on the side-board which he seemed much to desire.
“Here is my lovely dolly, Lewie. If you will be very careful, I will let you take her. See her beautiful eyes! Will Lewie make her open and shut her eyes?”
“No-o-o-o!” again shouted the fretful child, and this time so loud as effectually to arouse his youthful mamma, who was deep in an arm-chair, and deeper still in the last fashionable novel.
“Agnes!” she exclaimed sharply, “cannot you let that child alone? I told you to amuse him; and instead of doing so, you seem to delight in teazing him and making him scream.”