"Yes, it certainly would be wonderful. But there is not much likelihood of that, dear. There are a great many Joneses in the world."

"Yes, it seems to be a very popular name. But, grandmother, when shall we know surely, if Letty is coming back?"

"I think it is pretty certain," replied grandmother with a smile. "Mrs.

Hartwell-Jones had about made up her mind before she started, and Mrs.

Drake will not have very much to say against Letty, if we are to believe Mr. Drake's account. The child will be a great help to Mrs.

Hartwell-Jones, with her lame ankle."

Jane was gathering up the scattered sc.r.a.ps of bright colored silk.

"I think I won't sew any more just now, grandmother, if you will 'scuse me. I want to go out to the gate and watch for them to come back."

Outside the sitting-room door she met the boys. Her superiority in having been confided a secret made her very amiable, and when she saw that Billy Carpenter carried a puppy, she forgot her injury in examining the ball of fur to decide which puppy it was. But she kept one eye on the gate and presently tumbled the puppy back in to Billy's arms and ran off toward the driveway with a shout.

Bill was not expecting the burden at that moment and the fat puppy fell yelping to the ground. But Jane did not turn round.

"What in the world!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Christopher, who had never before seen Jane deaf to cries of distress.

"Perhaps she feels bad about your giving away the pup," suggested Billy, picking up the whining little beast.

The two boys bent over the puppy to see if its fall had injured it and neither of them noticed the approach of the pony carriage, again being driven, to Jane's unspeakable joy, by Letty.

CHAPTER IX

HAPPY DAYS

The arrival of Letty at Sunnycrest was the herald of many happy days. Of course Mrs. Hartwell-Jones gave grandmother all the particulars of her interview with Mrs. Drake, but the mere fact that Letty was there satisfied the twins; they carried her off to the orchard, completely contented at the new turn events had taken.

"Here's where we play fairies," said Jane, leading the way to the orchard. "This is t.i.tania's throne-this mound with the grapevine twisted into a seat. Kit made it for me. Isn't he clever? He plays with me, too; sometimes he's Oberon and sometimes he's Puck. He's funniest when he's Puck."

"I said something to Bill Carpenter about Puck to-day, and he thought I meant a funny paper," exclaimed Christopher scornfully. "Just fancy not knowing about Puck!"

"I'm afraid I don't know," said Letty shyly, her face getting very red at the thought of these children knowing so much more than she did. "Was he a fairy?"

"Oh, yes, and there's a play about him in the house. Will you read us the story?"

"Some time," replied Letty hesitatingly, doubtful if she could read well enough. She had not progressed very much in her lessons during these past three years.

"Do you know any stories?" asked Jane, settling herself comfortably upon t.i.tania'a throne.

"I-I make up stories sometimes to myself and-and songs."

"Oh, do you sing?" put in Christopher. "What sort of songs? Sing us one, that's a good girl."

"I only know two or three songs with tunes to them. I'll sing them for you some time, but not now. I must go see if Mrs. Hartwell-Jones needs me."

"Everything Mrs. Drake could tell me was satisfactory," Mrs.

Hartwell-Jones was saying to grandmother. "Letty's mother, it seems, must have been a very unusual woman, a 'real lady' Mrs. Drake called her."

"I remember my daughter-in-law said the same thing," put in grandmother.

"The son was fond of his little sister but careless of her and too fond of his own good times. The Drakes have kept her on with them since her brother's death out of pure kindness of heart. Mrs. Drake said she thought of trying to get Letty a place as nursemaid when they went back to the city; she is so fond of children and so patient and good to Mrs.

Drake's baby. You should have seen how Letty cried and hugged that baby when we came away."

"How sad it would have been," said grandmother, "to have cast that poor child upon the world at her age."

"What a mercy it is that your dear little Janey gave me my idea. In the past I have done what I could for charity, as every one does; that is, I have given sums of money to different hospitals and all that. But I have always wanted to have some personal work to do, and now I have it, in bringing up this poor orphaned child."

"And you will grow fond of her, too," added grandmother. "She has such a sweet face and such nice, thoughtful ways."

"I think I am fond of her already; fond and interested."

"Have you any plans?"

"I suppose I shall send her to boarding-school in the autumn. But the poor child is woefully behind her years in knowledge. I shall write to the city for books and set her a daily task at once.

"And now about my visit to you, dear Mrs. Baker. It is very kind of you to take Letty in as well as me, and those great ponies too. But I must not impose upon your hospitality too long. As soon as arrangements can be made, Letty and I must return to the village. Now that I have a willing pair of little feet to wait upon me and run my errands I shall get on nicely. We stopped on the way home this afternoon at Mr. Parsons'

and bespoke a room for Letty. Mr. Parsons thinks he can make room for the ponies in his stable."

"We shall be very sorry to see you go," replied Mrs. Baker regretfully, "but I dare say you will feel freer and more undisturbed in your own rooms. The children will miss you."

"I hope they will come in to see me often-every day, if they wish. We shall have little tea-parties in my sitting-room or down under the trees. And I trust you will come too, to drink tea with me."

So matters were arranged; much to the children's disappointment at first, but when they understood the extent of Mrs. Hartwell-Jones's invitations to them, they were frankly delighted. They did not like the idea of losing Letty and the ponies, but the prospect of almost daily tea-parties made them look forward almost with eagerness to the time of Mrs. Hartwell-Jones's return to her own rooms in the village.

Jane was filled with rapture at the idea of more fairy plays, for Letty had entered into the game of dolls as eagerly and interestedly as Jane herself, her vivid imagination making the dainty waxen creatures seem all but alive. Christopher, for his part, rejoiced secretly over the chances these visits promised of going to the village and continuing his intimacy with Billy Carpenter.

Billy and half a dozen other village boys were trying to get up a baseball nine, and Christopher and Jo Perkins had both been invited to join. Billy Carpenter came out to Sunnycrest nearly every afternoon on his bicycle, and he and Jo Perkins and Christopher had great times practicing pitching and batting down in the long meadow.

Grandmother looked on at this new friendship of Christopher's with some surprise and a little uneasiness. Until the present time, the twins had been inseparable, sharing their pleasures and enjoying the same games.

Jane was hurt sometimes by Christopher's desertion, but she was too busy and happy to feel badly for long, and after Letty came she was quite reconciled to Christopher's new friends.

Letty was a delightful playfellow, always ready for whatever game Jane was pleased to suggest, and as Mrs. Hartwell-Jones demanded very little of her new companion's time, she was able to devote herself to Jane.

Every morning Letty drove Mrs. Hartwell-Jones out in the pony carriage, Jane and Christopher taking turns in the little seat behind; then there was an hour's work over arithmetic and reading. After that the two little girls might amuse themselves as they pleased.

Huldah enjoyed having them in the kitchen. Letty soon proved to be more of a helper than Jane herself, and was so genuinely interested in the art of cooking that Huldah good-naturedly offered to give her a few practical lessons.

It was while these cooking lessons were going on that Jane generally wrote her letters to her mother. It was a positive rule that the twins were to write either to their father or mother at least once a week. It may sound hard to say that this had to be made a rule but if you, my dears, are like most children, you will understand how difficult it is to find time to write letters even to those you love best in the world.

But Jane rather liked it when she got started-if there was some one at hand to help with the spelling and the letters need not be long. Before sailing on the big steamer, Mrs. Baker, Jr., had given each of her children a little writing-case containing paper, envelopes, a box for pens and pencils, a tiny compartment for stamps and an ink-bottle, all complete. It was the first time Jane had ever been allowed to write with ink, and that added to the importance of her weekly letter-writing.

So while Huldah and Letty talked busily over recipes-"three cups of sifted flour; the whites of four eggs beaten stiff; two even teaspoonfuls of baking-powder" and other mysteries, Jane toiled away over her foreign correspondence. Jane loved her mother dearly and missed her-at times-more than any one guessed. As it was her joy when they were all at home to pour out into mother's sympathetic ears all the little details of each day's happiness, so now she told, in shorter form but with as faithful accuracy, the events of Sunnycrest. Mrs. Hartwell-Jones's accident, the finding of her by the twins and her coming to Sunnycrest, had all been told in a previous letter. Now there was the account of the circus and the finding of Letty to relate, and when the crooked, blotty little letter reached Mrs. Christopher Baker, Jr., in Berlin, I am sure she was touched by the story of the orphaned circus girl who had been given a home by a kind, generous woman. And, mother-like, her heart must have glowed with pride at the thought that her little girl's sympathy and love for a fellow creature had spoken the word which brought Letty a reward for her act of heroism long ago.

Letty was supremely happy. She was hardly old enough to realize all that she had been saved from, but the joy of being well fed and cared for filled her cup of happiness to overflowing. This change in her circ.u.mstances did not make the child selfish and lazy, as it might have affected some natures, easily spoiled by comfort; but more eager and willing to serve those who had been so kind to her. Mrs. Hartwell-Jones and grandmother agreed that there was no fear of being disappointed in Letty's disposition, and the "lady who wrote books" found Mrs. Baker's prophecy already coming true. She was growing fond of Letty.