<h2> <SPAN name="linkCHAPTER_VIII." id="linkCHAPTER_VIII."></SPAN>CHAPTER VIII. </h2>
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<p>The first thing that greeted the Little Colonel's eyes when she opened
them next morning was her mother's old doll. Maria had laid it on the
pillow beside her.</p>
<p>It was beautifully dressed, although in a queer, old-fashioned style that
seemed very strange to the child.</p>
<p>She took it up with careful fingers, remembering its great age. Maria had
warned her not to waken her grandfather, so she admired it in whispers.</p>
<p>"Jus' think, Fritz," she exclaimed, "this doll has seen my Gran'mothah
Amanthis, an' it's named for her. My mothah wasn't any bigger'n me when
she played with it. I think it is the loveliest doll I evah saw in my
whole life."</p>
<p>Fritz gave a jealous bark.</p>
<p>"Sh!" commanded his little mistress. "Didn't you heah M'ria say, 'Fo' de
Lawd's sake don't wake up ole Marse?' Why don't you mind?"</p>
<p>The Colonel was not in the best of humours after such a wakeful night, but
the sight of her happiness made him smile in spite of himself, when she
danced into his room with the doll.</p>
<p>She had eaten an early breakfast and gone back up-stairs to examine the
other toys that were spread out in her room.</p>
<p>The door between the two rooms was ajar. All the time he was dressing and
taking his coffee he could hear her talking to some one. He supposed it
was Maria. But as he glanced over his mail he heard the Little Colonel
saying, "May Lilly, do you know about Billy Goat Gruff? Do you want me to
tell you that story?"</p>
<p>He leaned forward until he could look through the narrow opening of the
door. Two heads were all he could see,--Lloyd's, soft-haired and golden,
May Lilly's, covered with dozens of tightly braided little black tails.</p>
<p>He was about to order May Lilly back to the cabin, when he remembered the
scene that followed the last time he had done so. He concluded to keep
quiet and listen.</p>
<p>"Billy Goat Gruff was so fat," the story went on, "jus' as fat as
gran'fathah."</p>
<p>The Colonel glanced up with an amused smile at the fine figure reflected
in an opposite mirror.</p>
<p>"Trip-trap, trip-trap, went Billy Goat Gruff's little feet ovah the bridge
to the giant's house."</p>
<p>Just at this point Walker, who was putting things in order, closed the
door between the rooms.</p>
<p>"Open that door, you black rascal!" called the Colonel, furious at the
interruption.</p>
<p>In his haste to obey, Walker knocked over a pitcher of water that had been
left on the floor beside the wash-stand.</p>
<p>Then the Colonel yelled at him to be quick about mopping it up, so that by
the time the door was finally opened, Lloyd was finishing her story.</p>
<p>The Colonel looked in just in time to see her put her hands to her
temples, with her forefingers protruding from her forehead like horns. She
said in a deep voice, as she brandished them at May Lilly, "With my two
long speahs I'll poke yo' eyeballs through yo' yeahs." The little darky
fell back giggling. "That sut'n'y was like a billy-goat. We had one once
that 'ud make a body step around mighty peart. It slip up behine me one
mawnin' on the poach, an' fo' awhile I thought my haid was buss open suah.
I got up toreckly, though, an' I cotch him, and when I done got through,
Mistah Billy-goat feel po'ly moah'n a week. He sut'n'y did."</p>
<p>Walker grinned, for he had witnessed the scene.</p>
<p>Just then Maria put her head in at the door to say, "May Lilly, yo'
mammy's callin' you."</p>
<p>Lloyd and Fritz followed her noisily down-stairs. Then for nearly an hour
it was very quiet in the great house.</p>
<p>The Colonel, looking out of the window, could see Lloyd playing
hide-and-seek with Fritz under the bare locust-trees. When she came in her
cheeks were glowing from her run in the frosty air. Her eyes shone like
stars, and her face was radiant.</p>
<p>"See what I've found down in the dead leaves," she cried. "A little blue
violet, bloomin' all by itself."</p>
<p>She brought a tiny cup from the next room, that belonged to the set of
doll dishes, and put the violet in it.</p>
<p>"There!" she said, setting it on the table at her grandfather's elbow.
"Now I'll put Amanthis in this chair, where you can look at her, an' you
won't get lonesome while I'm playing outdoors."</p>
<p>He drew her toward him and kissed her.</p>
<p>"Why, how cold your hands are!" he exclaimed. "Staying in this warm room
all the time makes me forget it is so wintry outdoors. I don't believe you
are dressed warmly enough. You ought not to wear sunbonnets this time of
year."</p>
<p>Then for the first time he noticed her outgrown cloak and shabby shoes.</p>
<p>"What are you wearing these old clothes for?" he said, impatiently. "Why
didn't they dress you up when you were going visiting? It isn't showing
proper respect to send you off in the oldest things you've got."</p>
<p>It was a sore point with the Little Colonel. It hurt her pride enough to
have to wear old clothes without being scolded for it. Besides, she felt
that in some way her mother was being blamed for what could not be helped.</p>
<p>"They's the best I've got," she answered, proudly choking back the tears.
"I don't need any new ones, 'cause maybe we'll be goin' away pretty soon."</p>
<p>"Going away!" he echoed, blankly, "Where?" She did not answer until he
repeated the question. Then she turned her back on him, and started toward
the door. The tears she was too proud to let him see were running down her
face.</p>
<p>"We's goin' to the poah-house," she exclaimed, defiantly, "jus' as soon as
the money in the pocketbook is used up. It was nearly gone when I came
away."</p>
<p>Here she began to sob, as she fumbled at the door she could not see to
open.</p>
<p>"I'm goin' home to my mothah right now. She loves me if my clothes are old
and ugly."</p>
<p>"Why, Lloyd," called the Colonel, amazed and distressed by her sudden
burst of grief. "Come here to grandpa. Why didn't you tell me so before?"</p>
<p>The face, the tone, the outstretched arm, all drew her irresistibly to
him. It was a relief to lay her head on his shoulder, and unburden herself
of the fear that had haunted her so many days.</p>
<p>With her arms around his neck, and the precious little head held close to
his heart, the old Colonel was in such a softened mood that he would have
promised anything to comfort her.</p>
<p>"There, there," he said, soothingly, stroking her hair with a gentle hand,
when she had told him all her troubles. "Don't you worry about that, my
dear. Nobody is going to eat out of tin pans and sleep on straw. Grandpa
just won't let them."</p>
<p>She sat up and wiped her eyes on her apron. "But Papa Jack would die befo'
he'd take help from you," she wailed. "An' so would mothah. I heard her
tell the doctah so."</p>
<p>The tender expression on the Colonel's face changed to one like flint, but
he kept on stroking her hair. "People sometimes change their minds," he
said, grimly. "I wouldn't worry over a little thing like that if I were
you. Don't you want to run down-stairs and tell M'ria to give you a piece
of cake?"</p>
<p>"Oh, yes," she exclaimed, smiling up at him. "I'll bring you some, too."</p>
<p>When the first train went into Louisville that afternoon, Walker was on
board with an order in his pocket to one of the largest dry goods
establishments in the city. When he came out again, that evening, he
carried a large box into the Colonel's room.</p>
<p>Lloyd's eyes shone as she looked into it. There was an elegant fur-trimmed
cloak, a pair of dainty shoes, and a muff that she caught up with a shriek
of delight.</p>
<p>"What kind of a thing is this?" grumbled the Colonel, as he took out a hat
that had been carefully packed in one corner of the box. "I told them to
send the most stylish thing they had. It looks like a scarecrow," he
continued, as he set it askew on the child's head.</p>
<p>She snatched it off to look at it herself. "Oh, it's jus' like Emma Louise
Wyfo'd's!" she exclaimed. "You didn't put it on straight. See! This is the
way it goes."</p>
<p>She climbed up in front of the mirror, and put it on as she had seen Emma
Louise wear hers.</p>
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<p>"Well, it's a regular Napoleon hat," exclaimed the Colonel, much pleased.
"So little girls nowadays have taken to wearing soldier's caps, have they?
It's right becoming to you with your short hair. Grandpa is real proud of
his 'little Colonel.'"</p>
<p>She gave him the military salute he had taught her, and then ran to throw
her arms around him. "Oh, gran'fathah!" she exclaimed, between her kisses,
"you'se jus' as good as Santa Claus, every bit."</p>
<p>The Colonel's rheumatism was better next day; so much better that toward
evening he walked down-stairs into the long drawing-room. The room had not
been illuminated in years as it was that night.</p>
<p>Every wax taper was lighted in the silver candelabra, and the dim old
mirrors multiplied their lights on every side. A great wood fire threw a
cheerful glow over the portraits and the frescoed ceiling. All the linen
covers had been taken from the furniture.</p>
<p>Lloyd, who had never seen this room except with the chairs shrouded and
the blinds down, came running in presently. She was bewildered at first by
the change. Then she began walking softly around the room, examining
everything.</p>
<p>In one corner stood a tall, gilded harp that her grandmother had played in
her girlhood. The heavy cover had kept it fair and untarnished through all
the years it had stood unused. To the child's beauty-loving eyes it seemed
the loveliest thing she had ever seen.</p>
<p>She stood with her hands clasped behind her as her gaze wandered from its
pedals to the graceful curves of its tall frame. It shone like burnished
gold in the soft firelight.</p>
<p>"Oh, gran'fathah!" she asked at last in a low, reverent tone, "where did
you get it? Did an angel leave it heah fo' you?"</p>
<p>He did not answer for a moment. Then he said, huskily, as he looked up at
a portrait over the mantel, "Yes, my darling, an angel did leave it here.
She always was one. Come here to grandpa."</p>
<p>He took her on his knee, and pointed up to the portrait. The same harp was
in the picture. Standing beside it, with one hand resting on its shining
strings, was a young girl all in white.</p>
<p>"That's the way she looked the first time I ever saw her," said the
Colonel, dreamily. "A June rose in her hair, and another at her throat;
and her soul looked right out through those great, dark eyes--the purest,
sweetest soul God ever made! My beautiful Amanthis!"</p>
<p>"My bu'ful Amanthis!" repeated the child, in an awed whisper.</p>
<p>She sat gazing into the lovely young face for a long time, while the old
man seemed lost in dreams.</p>
<p>"Gran'fathah," she said at length, patting his cheek to attract his
attention, and then nodding toward the portrait, "did she love my mothah
like my mothah loves me?"</p>
<p>"Certainly, my dear," was the gentle reply.</p>
<p>It was the twilight hour, when the homesick feeling always came back
strongest to Lloyd.</p>
<p>"Then I jus' know that if my bu'ful gran'mothah Amanthis could come down
out of that frame, she'd go straight and put her arms around my mothah an'
kiss away all her sorry feelin's."</p>
<p>The Colonel fidgeted uncomfortably in his chair a moment. Then to his
great relief the tea-bell rang.</p>
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