What a disturbance that cry of mine did make, to be sure!  Grandmamma was wide-awake in a moment, looking very much distressed, and laying her hand on the bell.  This troubled me very much; for hadn’t Jane told me when she brushed my hair and made me tidy, that I was to go down and be a good girl, “and do things pretty” in the drawing-room, and would she scold me if I was sent away for crying and making a noise?  But Uncle Hugh came to my rescue, threw away his paper, and cuddled me up in his great strong arms almost like papa.  And he showed me his watch, and made it strike, and then began to show me all kinds of wonders about the room:  little tiny black men under a glass case, small china monkeys, cats and frogs, and funny shells and fishes, and snakes’ skins, and lots of other things.  And after that we came back to the easy-chair, and he sang me sailors’ songs, and told me all about “The House that Jack built!”

[Illustration:  The cat that wanted the goose.]

“Little woman,” he said at last, “did you ever hear of ’The Goose that Jack killed?’” and then he sang in his funny way, “This is the goose that Jack killed; and this is the cat that wanted the goose that Jack killed; and this is the dog that chased the cat that wanted the goose that Jack killed; and this is the thief that cheated the dog that chased the cat that wanted the goose that Jack killed; and this is the dream that haunted the thief that cheated the dog that chased the cat that wanted the goose that Jack killed; and this”—­

But “Good night, Uncle Hugh, there’s Jane come to fetch Miss Sissy to her tea, upstairs in the nursery.”

II.

UNCLE HUGH’S STORY.

Yes, tea alone in the nursery, that strange room that looked as if it hadn’t been a nursery for a great many years, and was as queer and awkward as an old woman trying to look young again.  No clatter of spoons to make baby laugh, no chatter of childish voices, only little me, all alone with Jane—­little me, so puzzled and strange and bewildered in the new place!  Perhaps Jane thought me dull, for she talked away fast enough, about that dear old lady, my grandmamma, and about the beautiful place we were in, and what if Master Bobbie should grow up some day to find it all his own, and be the lord of it all.  I didn’t care much if he did; I only wanted him now, little boy as he was, to put his fat arms round my neck, for I was “little sister” to nobody here; it was mere mockery calling me “Miss Sissy” all the time.  Perhaps Jane heard the sigh, for she stopped afterwards in the middle of her long story about the little cousins from over the sea, that were coming here in a day or two.  She had me on her lap, and she was just taking off my shoes and socks, but she drew my head to her shoulder, and told me that I had “Janie-panie” with me, who was always going to take care of me all the time.  I was very tired, and my eyes went shut on the pillow after that, before they had time to cry home-sick tears.  And next day there were so many new things to see; two little puppies to make friends with, beside the parrot and pussy.