But she was shaking the bed again, and Uncle Ben drew her gently away, and took her down stairs in his arms to finish the rest of her “crazy Christmas.”
CHAPTER IX.
MILLY VISITING.
Winter passed, spring came, and April was half over before the twin cousins met again. Then it was Milly’s turn to go to Laurel Grove to see Flaxie. She had written a postal-card slowly, and with great pains, to say “she should be there to-morrow if it was pleasant.”
But how it did rain! It had rained for two days as if the sky meant to pour itself away in tears; but on Wednesday the sun came rushing through the clouds, his face all aglow with smiles, and put an end to such dismal business. The rain ceased, the clouds scampered away and hid themselves, and the sky cleared up as bright as if nothing had ever been the matter.
Sweet little Milly looked out of the window, heard the birds sing, and whispered in her heart:
“Oh, how kind God is to give me a good day to go to Laurel Grove!”
She didn’t own a pretty valise of brown canvas with leather straps like Flaxie’s. All in the world she had was an old bandbox trunk that belonged to her mother, and she took no care of that, for Milly never “travelled alone.”