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"Send Her Word!" Said Mother, Bewildered.
"Why, Surely! Haven't You Read In The Papers How They Send Messages To
Trains That Are Moving? It's Great, Isn't It, Mother? To Think This
Little Dinky Telephone Puts You And Me Out Here On This Farm In Touch
With All The World."
"Do You Mean You Can Send A Telegram To Her On Board The Train, Seth?"
Asked Mother, In Astonishment.
"Sure!" Said Father. "We've Got All The Numbers Of Everything. Just Send
To That Express Train That Left To-Night. What Was It--Express Number
Ten, And So On, And It'll Be Sent Along And Get To Her."
"Well, I Think I'd Ask Her To Answer Then, To Make Sure She Got It. I
Think That's A Mighty Uncertain Way To Send Messages To People Flying
Along On An Express Train. If You Don't Get Any Word From Her You'll
Never Know Whether She Got It Or Not, And Then You Won't Know Whether To
Meet Her At Sloan's Or Maitland," Said Mother, With A Worried Pucker On
Her Forehead.
"Sure!" Said Father, Taking Down The Receiver. "I Can Do That."
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"It's Just Wonderful, Seth, How Much You Know About Little Important
Things Like That!" Sighed Mother, When The Telegram Was Sent. "Now, I
Think We Better Go Right To Bed, For I've Got To Get To Baking Early In
The Morning. I Want To Have Bread And Pies And Doughnuts Fresh When She
Comes."
It Was While They Were Eating Breakfast That The Answer Came:
Telegram Received. Will Come To Sloan's Station. Having
Comfortable Journey. R.B.B.
"Now Isn't That Just Wonderful!" Said Mother, Sitting Back Weakly Behind
The Coffee-Pot And Wiping Away An Excited Tear With The Corner Of Her
Apron. "To Think That Can Be Done! Now, Wouldn't It Be Just Beautiful If
We Had Telephones To Heaven! Think, If We Could Get Word From Stephen
To-Day, How Happy We'd Be!"
"Why, We Have!" Said Father. "Wait!" And He Reached Over To The Little
Stand By The Window And Grasped The Worn Old Bible. "Here! Listen To
This!
"For This We Say Unto You By The Word Of The Lord, That We
Which Are Alive And Remain Unto The Coming Of The Lord Shall
Not Prevent Them Which Are Asleep. For The Lord Himself
Shall Descend From Heaven With A Shout, With The Voice Of
The Archangel, And With The Trump Of God: And The Dead In
Christ Shall Rise First: Then We Which Are Alive And Remain
Shall Be Caught Up Together With Them In The Clouds, To Meet
The Lord In The Air: And So Shall We Ever Be With The Lord.
Wherefore Comfort One Another With These Words.
"There, Mother! Ain't That Just As Good As Any Telegram From A Moving
Train? And It's Signed With His Own Seal And Signature! It Means He's
Heard Our Sorrow About Stephen's Leaving Us, And He Heard It Ages Before
We Felt It Ourselves, And Wrote This Down For Us! Sent Us A Telegram
This Morning, Just To Comfort Us! I Reckon That Meeting With Stephen And
The Lord In The Air Is Going To Knock The Spots Clean Out Of This Little
Old Meeting To-Morrow Morning Down At Sloan's Station. We Won't Need Our
Ottymobeel Any More After That. We'll Have _Wings_, Mother! How'll You
Like To Fly?"
Mother Gave A Little Gasp Of Joy And Smiled At Father Like A Rainbow
Through Her Tears. "That's So, Father! We Don't Need Telephones To
Heaven, Do We? I Guess His Words Cover All Our Needs If We'd Only
Remember To Look For Them. Now, Father, I Must Get At Those Doughnuts!
Was You Going To Take The Machine And Run Down To Town And See If Those
Books Have Come Yet? They Surely Ought To Be Here By This Time. Then
Don't Forget To Fix That Fire Up In The Bedroom So It'll Be All Ready To
Light When She Gets Here. Isn't It Funny, Father, We Don't Know How She
Looks! Not In The Least. And If Two Girls Should Get Off The Train At
Sloan's Station We Wouldn't Know Which Was The Right One!"
"Well _I Should_!" Declared Father. "I'm Dead Certain There Ain't Two
Girls In The Whole Universe Could Have Written That Letter, And If You'd
Chapter 23 Pg 136Put Any Other One Down With Her, And I Saw Them Side By Side, I Could
Tell First Off Which She Was!"
So They Helped Each Other Through That Last Exciting Day, Finding
Something To Do Up To The Very Last Minute The Next Morning Before It
Was Time To Start To Sloan's Station To Meet The Train.
Mother Would Go Along, Of Course. She Pictured Herself Standing For
Hours Beside That Kitchen Window With Her Cheek Against The Old Hat,
Waiting, And Wondering What Had Happened That They Hadn't Come, And She
Couldn't See It That Way. So She Left The Dinner In Such Stages Of
Getting Ready That It Could Be Soon Brought To Completion, And Wrapped
Herself In Her Big Gray Cloak.
Father Went Faster Than He Had Ever Been Known To Go Since He Got The
Car, And Mother Never Even Noticed. He Got A Panic Lest His Watch Might
Be Out Of The Way And The Train Arrive Before They Got There. So They
Arrived At The Station Almost An Hour Ahead Of The Train.
"Oh, I'm So Glad It's A Pretty Day!" Said Mother Marshall, Slipping Her
Gloved Hands In Her Sleeves To Keep From Shivering With Excitement.
Mother Marshall Sat Quite Decorously In The Automobile Till The Train
Drew Up To The Platform And People Began To Get Out. But When Bonnie
Stepped Down From The Car She Forgot All About Her Doubts As To How They
Would Know Her, And Jumped Right Out On The Platform Without Waiting To
Be Helped. She Rushed Up To Bonnie, Saying, "This Is Our Bonnie, Isn't
It?" And Folded Her Arms About The Girl, Forgetting Entirely That She
Hadn't Meant To Use The Name Until The Girl Gave Her Permission; That
She Had No Right To Know The Name Even, Wasn't Supposed To Have Heard Of
It, And Was Sort Of Giving The Young Man Away As It Were.
But It Didn't Matter! Bonnie Was So Glad To Hear Her Own Name Called In
That Endearing Tone That She Just Put Her Face Down In Mother Marshall's
Comfortable Neck And Cried. She Couldn't Help It, Right There While The
Train Was Still At The Station And The Other Travelers Were Peering
Curiously Out Of The Sleeper At The Beautiful Pale Girl In Black Who Was
Being Met By That Nice Old Couple With The Automobile. Somehow It Made
Them All Feel Glad, She Had Looked So Sad And Alone All The Journey.
What A Ride That Was Home Again To The Farm, With Mother Marshall
Cuddling And Crooning To Her: "Oh, My Dear Pretty Child! To Think You've
Really Come All This Long Way To Comfort Us!" And Father Running The Old
Machine At An Unheard Of Rate Of Speed, Slamming Along Over The Road As
If He Had Been Sent For In Great Haste, And Reaching His Big Fur Glove
Back Now And Then To Pat The Old Buffalo Robe That Was Tucked Snugly
Over Bonnie's Lap.
Bonnie Herself Was Fairly Overcome And Couldn't Get Her Equilibrium At
All. She Had Thought These Must Be Wonderful People To Be Inviting A
Stranger And Doing All They Were Doing, But Such A Reception As This She
Had Never Dreamed Of.
"Oh, You Are So Good To Me!" Sobbed Bonnie, With A Smile Through
Chapter 23 Pg 137Tears. "I Know I'm Acting Like A Baby, But I Can't Seem To Help It. I've
Had Nobody So Long, And Now To Be Treated Like This, I Just Can't Stand
It! It Seems As If I'd Got Home!"
"Why, Sure! That's What You Have!" Said Father, In His Big, Hearty
Voice.
"Put Your Head Right Down On My Shoulder And Cry If You Want To, My
Pretty!" Said Mother Marshall, Pulling Her Softly Over Toward Her. "You
Can't Think How Good It Is To Have You Here! Father And I Were So Afraid
You Wouldn't Come! We Thought You Mightn't Be Willing To Come So Far To
Utter Strangers!"
So It Went On All The Way, All Of Them So Happy They Didn't Quite Know
What They Were Saying.
Then, When They Got To The House Even Father Was So Far Gone That He
Couldn't Let Them Go Up-Stairs Alone. He Just Had To Leave The Machine
Standing By The Kitchen Door And Carry That Little Hand-Bag Up As An
Excuse To See How She Would Like The Room.
Bonnie, Pulling Off Her Gloves, Entered The Room When Mother Opened The
Door. She Looked Around Bewildered A Moment, As If She Had Stepped From
The Middle Of Winter Into A Summer Orchard. Then She Cried Out With
Delight:
"Oh! How Perfectly Beautiful! You Don't Mean Me To Have This Lovely
Room? It Isn't Right! A Stranger And A Pauper!"
"Nothing Of The Kind!" Growled Father, Patting Her On The Shoulder.
"Just A Daughter Come Home!"
Then He Beat A Hasty Retreat To The Fireplace And Touched A Match To The
Fire Already Laid, While Mother, Purring Like A Contented Old Pussy,
Pushed The Bewildered Girl Into The Big Flowered Chair In Front Of The
Fire And Began Unfastening Her Coat And Taking Off Her Hat, Reverently,
Half In Awe, For She Was Not Used To Girl's Fixings, And They Held
Almost As Much Mystery For Her As If She Had Been A Man.
In The Midst Of It All Mother Remembered That Dinner Ought To Be Eaten
At Once, And That Bonnie Must Have A Chance To Wash Her Face And
Straighten Her Hair Before Dinner.
So Father And Mother, With Many A Reluctant Lingering And Last Word, As
If They Were Not Going To See Her For A Month, Finally Bustled Off
Together. In Just No Time At All Bonnie Was Down There, Too, Begging To
Be Allowed To Help, And Declaring Herself Perfectly Able, Although Her
White Face And The Dark Rings Under Her Tired Eyes Belied Her. Mother
Marshall Was Not Sure, After All, But She Ought To Have Put Bonnie To
Bed And Fed Her With Chicken Broth And Toast Instead Of Letting Her Come
Down-Stairs To Eat Stewed Chicken, Little Fat Biscuits With Gravy, And
The
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