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Chapter NumberIV
Chapter Title
Chapter Urlhttp://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article76920793
Full Date1876-12-23
Page Number4
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Word Count1366
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Newspaper TitleThe Darling Downs Gazette and General Advertiser (Toowoomba, Qld. : 1858 - 1880)
Trove TitleMysie and Mirrie
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' No, it isn't years, but it's very long.1 'Then it's a week, a whole long week P' said Mirrie. 'And a week's dreadful, isn't it, Mysie.' A week is seven days — no, eight, at least, I'm not sure which,1 said Mysie. ' I think it must sopetimes ho seven and sometimes bo eight, do you know, only it always does puzzle me so.' ' Well, then, I'm quite sure we've been living here eighty days,' said Mirrie, turning her doll upside down to look at the soles of its shoes. ' Mirrie, you'll give Sophy a head ache if you do that, aud she 11 want a doctor.' ' But T'm frightened of Mrs. Archer's doctor,' said Mirrie. 'Oh, I '11 tell you what, Mysie, when we go home, and nurse gives us that nice piiik medicine out of the chemistry shop, we'll beg her for ever so little a drop to cure Sophy, 'cause she's so pale, and it'll give her a color.' ' Chemist, not chemistry,' said My sie, in a learned tone. ' Chemistry is what uncle Frank does when he makes those red and blue flames pop up in the air, and Li/.zic screams and runs behind the sofa.' ' And isn't the pink medicine chem istry, too?' asked Mirrie. , ' No.' said Mysie. ' That was only a chemist's shop. A chemist is the gentleman that stands behind a counter ami makes pills.' 'Oh, Mysie!' screamed Mirrie, jumping to her feet. ' What ?' said Mysic, rather startled. ' Wouldn't it be fine — oh, wouldn't it be a nice game, if you and me was to make believe wo'd he chemistries — 1 mean chemists.' ' Well, I don't know,' said Mysie, thoughtfully. ' And we might make beautiful pills,' said Mirrie, in great excitement, 'so as mamma wouldn't have to buy any more of the chemist gentleman, 'cause we'd make them look lovely. And couldn't we make pink medicine too.' It was a brilliant idea, though some what difficult to carry out. Mysic and Mirrie. consulted earnestly for a while in low tones, down upon the floor.

' Mysie, do you think Mrs. Archer will mind ?' asked Mirrie, presently. ' Not if we don't make a mess,' j said Mysic. ' Mamma wouldn't mind a mess,' said Mirrie. ' I shouldn't wonder if Rhe would now,' said Mysic. ' Perhaps it was because of the messes that she doesn't want us any more.' ' When will mamma want us again!' sighed Mirrie. disconsolately. ' Mirrie, I'll tell you what ? ' ' Yes,' said Mirrie. ' You luusn't say a word to Mrs. Archer, nor Stephens, nor anybody.' ' No,' said Mirrie. ' Well, then, I don't think mamma ever will ! Thore !' Myisie nat creel, with crossed legs, and a tragic air. ?'I wish you wouldn't,' faltered Mirrie. ' I don't !' said Mysie. Mirrie made no further answer. She sat iu a doleful attitude, with her doll in her arms. The zest of the chemist-game was gone. And all at

What was it ? Who was it ? The door opened, and a voice Raid, ' Are the children here, Stephens ?' ' Mamma !' screamed Mirrie, in a perfect rapture. And oh, how tightly and lovingly mamma held Mirrie in her arms ! Didn't mamma love Mysic ? What do you thiuk she felt about it ? Well, at the first moment she sprang up, as Mirrie did, and was folded in the same close embrace, and had the same rush of joy iu her heart. 'Oh, mamma, mamma, you won't ever leave us again ! oh, please don't !' cried Mirrie. But after the first minute Mysie held a little back. The black cloud had not cleared away from her heart. What if after all mamma did not feel quite mo much for her children as other mamma* did for their children ? MyBie had nourished the evil thought so long, that now it was quite strong, and she had no power to smother it down. ' Mamma, whv did von send us off hero ?' asked Mirrie, wliile Mysie asked no questions at all. ' Why, because 1 luul to do it, my little M^irrie : and I dare say it seemed

a very odd thing to you ; but we thought it best not to tell you the reason.' 'Mysic said she knew the reason,' Baid Mirrie, quite forgetting in her excitement that this was a secret. ' Who told you, Mysie ?' asked her mamma. ' Nobody,' said Mysie, growing very red. ' Now, Mirrie, don't !' ' Do you remember a lady coming to the 'house a few days before you left home ?' asked their mamma. Mysie nodded. ' But we didn't see her, 'cause she went to bed,' said Mirrie. ' Yes, she was very ill, Mirrie J oiu the illness turned out to be a very ba« fever. That, was why I woula not come near my little girls. We were not quite sure at first, but I wrote off to Mrs. Archer, and {kept quite put of your way, and «he sent back an answer to say she 'would fetch you away directly in bitaSM-tfage. I was bo glad, for I didn't know 'where else to send you, Bttfl f& I'wM'a'feaid'-to keen youon in «3jlj0|i$B.; .'' Bttl&Mf ; wanted nurse to Jieij^sne' Ww» w# Jbdv * ' ? ? '^*. '--?- * -: '?' -. 'Did3iur8e^«t^iiSti«5fe^.; [Z2 ? 'Yea, after wutSteWftiAg&P'-' '$$.

the fever. Mamma loved her darlings too much to risk anything. It made mo quite unhappy that I couldn't got you off the very instant the lady was taken ill.' ' There, Mysie !' said Mirrie. ' What was Mysies' reason that she fancied ?' asked their mamma. 'Why, she said you sent us away because you didn't want us, mamma.' ' Mirrie, I told you not to tell,' iuter posod Mysie, reproachfully. 'And Mrs. Archer said that, too.' ' I did not want you, for your sakes,' said their mamma; 'I always want you for my own. I wanted you to be away, and escape the terrible fever, and I did not like even to tell you about it, lest you should be frightened and so be more inclined to take it.' ' 1 wonder if the pink medicine would mak:j the fever well,' said Mime.' * Oh. Mysie, I'm so glad mamma does love us!' ' Mysic, have you doubted tliat f said her inainma, understanding the truth at hist, partly from Mirrie's words, partly from Mysie's face, and partly from her knowledge of her little girl's char.vcter. 'Oh, Mysie!' Si!ch a sorrowful, grieved lookitwa* with which she spoke. ' Mamma, you didn't say good-bye to us,' said Mysie, a little sullen still. ' Because I could not . I might have killed you by doing so. Have you been dwelling on that all those weeks? Oh, Mysie! have you no firmer trust in your mother's love than that ?' If ad she none ? Mysie came nearer, and felt her mother's arms around her, pressing herclosely, tenderly, reproach- fully. Mysie trusted her love wow, for it was not possible to do otherwise. But hers wa« a poor sort of trust, for it had given way at the first pull. No wonder the mot her was grieved. ' Mamma, I did'ut mean to make you norry,' she said, at length. ' No ; but, darling, you luive made me sorry — more sorry than I can tell. If you measure my love iu this way, just by means of what you can see and understand of my reasons, for doing things, you may be always doubting it. Dear cfiild. 1 may liave to act in a

hundred ways which may seem strange and even disagreeable to you, and the eosous for which you must not know, or could not understand. But nothing should ever make you doubt my love, Mysie !' ''Oh, mamma, lnauuna!' whispered Mysie, ' I'll never think such a thing of you again !'