A Country Doctor and Selected Stories and Sketches eBook

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The little girl looked in his kind face appealingly; she could not bear to have the day come to an end.  The doctor spoke to her as if she were grown up and understood everything, and this pleased her.  It is very hard to be constantly reminded that one is a child, as if it were a crime against society.  Dr. Leslie, unlike many others, did not like children because they were children; he now and then made friends with one, just as he added now and then to his narrow circle of grown friends.  He felt a certain responsibility for this little girl, and congratulated himself upon feeling an instinctive fondness for her.  The good old minister had said only that morning that love is the great motive power, that it is always easy to do things for those whom we love and wish to please, and for this reason we are taught to pray for love to God, and so conquer the difficulty of holiness.  “But I must do my duty by her at any rate,” the doctor told himself.  “I am afraid I have forgotten the child somewhat in past years, and she is a bright little creature.”

“Have you been taking good care of yourself?” he added aloud.  “I was very tired, for I was out twice in the night taking care of sick people.  But you must come to see me again some day.  I dare say you and Marilla have made friends with each other.  Now we must go, I suppose,” and Nan Prince, still silent,—­for the pleasure of this time was almost too great,—­took hold of the doctor’s outstretched hand, and they went slowly up the garden walk together.  As they drove slowly down the street they met the people who were coming from church, and the child sat up very straight in the old gig, with her feet on the doctor’s medicine-box, and was sure that everybody must be envying her.  She thought it was more pleasant than ever that afternoon, as they passed through the open country outside the village; the fields and the trees were marvelously green, and the distant river was shining in the sun.  Nan looked anxiously for the gray farmhouse for two or three minutes before they came in sight of it, but at last it showed itself, standing firm on the hillside.  It seemed a long time since she had left home in the morning, but this beautiful day was to be one of the landmarks of her memory.  Life had suddenly grown much larger, and her familiar horizon had vanished and she discovered a great distance stretching far beyond the old limits.  She went gravely into the familiar kitchen, holding fast the bits of box and the periwinkle flowers, quite ready to answer her grandmother’s questions, though she was only too certain that it would be impossible to tell any one the whole dear story of that June Sunday.

A little later, as Marilla came sedately home, she noticed in the driveway some fresh hoofmarks which pointed toward the street, and quickly assured herself that they could not have been made very long before.  “I wonder what the two of ’em have been doing all the afternoon?” she said to herself.  “She’s a little lady, that child is; and it’s a burnin’ shame she should be left to run wild.  I never set so much by her mother’s looks as some did, but growin’ things has blooms as much as they have roots and prickles—­and even them Thachers will flower out once in a while.”

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