Take up the pieces and throw them away.' Just like that, Miss Shirley, ma'am. . .`take up the pieces and throw them away,' as if it wasn't her grandmother's bowl from England. Oh, she isn't well and I feel awful bad about it. She's got nobody to look after her but me."Charlotta the Fourth's eyes brimmed up with tears. Anne patted the little brown paw holding the cracked pink cup sympathetically.
"I think Miss Lavendar needs a change, Charlotta. She stays here alone too much. Can't we induce her to go away for a little trip?"Charlotta shook her head, with its rampant bows, disconsolately.
"I don't think so, Miss Shirley, ma'am. Miss Lavendar hates visiting.
She's only got three relations she ever visits and she says she just goes to see them as a family duty. Last time when she come home she said she wasn't going to visit for family duty no more.
`I've come home in love with loneliness, Charlotta,' she says to me, `and I never want to stray from my own vine and fig tree again.
My relations try so hard to make an old lady of me and it has a bad effect on me.' Just like that, Miss Shirley, ma'am.
'It has a very bad effect on me.' So I don't think it would do any good to coax her to go visiting.""We must see what can be done," said Anne decidedly, as she put the last possible berry in her pink cup. "Just as soon as I have my vacation I'll come through and spend a whole week with you.
We'll have a picnic every day and pretend all sorts of interesting things, and see if we can't cheer Miss Lavendar up.""That will be the very thing, Miss Shirley, ma'am," exclaimed Charlotta the Fourth in rapture. She was glad for Miss Lavendar's sake and for her own too. With a whole week in which to study Anne constantly she would surely be able to learn how to move and behave like her.
When the girls got back to Echo Lodge they found that Miss Lavendar and Paul had carried the little square table out of the kitchen to the garden and had everything ready for tea. Nothing ever tasted so delicious as those strawberries and cream, eaten under a great blue sky all curdled over with fluffy little white clouds, and in the long shadows of the wood with its lispings and its murmurings.
After tea Anne helped Charlotta wash the dishes in the kitchen, while Miss Lavendar sat on the stone bench with Paul and heard all about his rock people. She was a good listener, this sweet Miss Lavendar, but just at the last it struck Paul that she had suddenly lost interest in the Twin Sailors.
"Miss Lavendar, why do you look at me like that?" he asked gravely.
"How do I look, Paul?"
"Just as if you were looking through me at somebody I put you in mind of,"said Paul, who had such occasional flashes of uncanny insight that it wasn't quite safe to have secrets when he was about.
"You do put me in mind of somebody I knew long ago," said Miss Lavendar dreamily.
"When you were young?"
"Yes, when I was young. Do I seem very old to you, Paul?""Do you know, I can't make up my mind about that," said Paul confidentially. "Your hair looks old. . .I never knew a young person with white hair. But your eyes are as young as my beautiful teacher's when you laugh. I tell you what, Miss Lavendar". . .
Paul's voice and face were as solemn as a judge's. . ."I think you would make a splendid mother. You have just the right look in your eyes. . . the look my little mother always had. I think it's a pity you haven't any boys of your own.""I have a little dream boy, Paul."
"Oh, have you really? How old is he?"
"About your age I think. He ought to be older because I dreamed him long before you were born. But I'll never let him get any older than eleven or twelve; because if I did some day he might grow up altogether and then I'd lose him.""I know," nodded Paul. "That's the beauty of dream-people. . .they stay any age you want them. You and my beautiful teacher and me myself are the only folks in the world that I know of that have dream-people. Isn't it funny and nice we should all know each other? But I guess that kind of people always find each other out.
Grandma never has dream-people and Mary Joe thinks I'm wrong in the upper story because I have them. But I think it's splendid to have them.
YOU know, Miss Lavendar. Tell me all about your little dream-boy.""He has blue eyes and curly hair. He steals in and wakens me with a kiss every morning. Then all day he plays here in the garden. . .
and I play with him. Such games as we have. We run races and talk with the echoes; and I tell him stories. And when twilight comes. . .""I know," interrupted Paul eagerly. "He comes and sits beside you. . .
SO. . .because of course at twelve he'd be too big to climb into your lap . . .and lays his head on your shoulder. . .SO. . .and you put your arms about him and hold him tight, tight, and rest your cheek on his head. . .
yes, that's the very way. Oh, you DO know, Miss Lavendar."Anne found the two of them there when she came out of the stone house, and something in Miss Lavendar's face made her hate to disturb them.
"I'm afraid we must go, Paul, if we want to get home before dark.
Miss Lavendar, I'm going to invite myself to Echo Lodge for a whole week pretty soon.""If you come for a week I'll keep you for two," threatened Miss Lavendar.
