Fleda's tears said a good deal, that needed no interpreter. She felt her uncle's hand passed more and more tenderly over her head so tenderly that it made it all the more difficult for her to govern herself and stop her tears. But she did stop them, and looked up at him then with such a face so glowing through smiles and tears it was like a very rainbow of hope upon the cloud of their prospects. Mr. Rossitur felt the power of the sunbeam wand; it reached his heart; it was even with a smile that he said, as he looked at her
"Will you go to your uncle Orrin, Fleda?"
"Not if uncle Rolf will keep me."
"Keep you!" said Mr. Rossitur; "I should like to see who wouldn't keep you! There, Dr. Gregory, you have your answer."
"Hum! I might have known," said the doctor, "that the 'faire Una' would abjure cities. Come here, you Elf!" and he wrapped her in his arms so tight she could not stir "I have a spite against you for this. What amends will you make me for such an affront?"
"Let me take breath," said Fleda, laughing, "and I'll tell you. You don't want any amends, uncle Orrin."
"Well," said he, gazing with more feeling than he cared to show into that sweet face, so innocent of apology-making you shall promise me that you will not forget uncle Orrin, and the old house in Bleecker Street."
Fleda's eyes grew more wistful.
"And will you promise me that if ever you want anything, you will come, or send straight there?"
"If ever I want anything I can't get nor do without," said
Fleda.