第32章 For valour(5)

"Good news," said he."I've found your Russian friend's wife and child--and I couldn't resist the temptation of giving myself the pleasure of telling him."But as he looked at Bobbie's face he felt that he COULD resist that temptation.

"Here," he said to her, "you run on and tell him.The other two will show me the way."Bobbie ran.But when she had breathlessly panted out the news to the Russian and Mother sitting in the quiet garden--when Mother's face had lighted up so beautifully, and she had said half a dozen quick French words to the Exile--Bobbie wished that she had NOTcarried the news.For the Russian sprang up with a cry that made Bobbie's heart leap and then tremble--a cry of love and longing such as she had never heard.Then he took Mother's hand and kissed it gently and reverently--and then he sank down in his chair and covered his face with his hands and sobbed.Bobbie crept away.She did not want to see the others just then.

But she was as gay as anybody when the endless French talking was over, when Peter had torn down to the village for buns and cakes, and the girls had got tea ready and taken it out into the garden.

The old gentleman was most merry and delightful.He seemed to be able to talk in French and English almost at the same moment, and Mother did nearly as well.It was a delightful time.Mother seemed as if she could not make enough fuss about the old gentleman, and she said yes at once when he asked if he might present some "goodies" to his little friends.

The word was new to the children--but they guessed that it meant sweets, for the three large pink and green boxes, tied with green ribbon, which he took out of his bag, held unheard-of layers of beautiful chocolates.

The Russian's few belongings were packed, and they all saw him off at the station.

Then Mother turned to the old gentleman and said:--"I don't know how to thank you for EVERYTHING.It has been a real pleasure to me to see you.But we live very quietly.I am so sorry that I can't ask you to come and see us again."The children thought this very hard.When they HAD made a friend--and such a friend--they would dearly have liked him to come and see them again.

What the old gentleman thought they couldn't tell.He only said:--"I consider myself very fortunate, Madam, to have been received once at your house.""Ah," said Mother, "I know I must seem surly and ungrateful--but--""You could never seem anything but a most charming and gracious lady," said the old gentleman, with another of his bows.

And as they turned to go up the hill, Bobbie saw her Mother's face.

"How tired you look, Mammy," she said; "lean on me.""It's my place to give Mother my arm," said Peter."I'm the head man of the family when Father's away."Mother took an arm of each.

"How awfully nice," said Phyllis, skipping joyfully, "to think of the dear Russian embracing his long-lost wife.The baby must have grown a lot since he saw it.""Yes," said Mother.

"I wonder whether Father will think I'VE grown," Phyllis went on, skipping still more gaily."I have grown already, haven't I, Mother?""Yes," said Mother, "oh, yes," and Bobbie and Peter felt her hands tighten on their arms.

"Poor old Mammy, you ARE tired," said Peter.

Bobbie said, "Come on, Phil; I'll race you to the gate."And she started the race, though she hated doing it.YOU know why Bobbie did that.Mother only thought that Bobbie was tired of walking slowly.Even Mothers, who love you better than anyone else ever will, don't always understand.