Mary Lee the Red Cross Girl by Helen Hart
Mary Lee the Red Cross Girl by Helen Hart
Spring at the Farm
"From whom is the letter, Mary Lee?" asked Mrs. Quinn as she glanced up from her sewing.
"From Bobbie, and he says that they will land about the 15th. He wants to come right out here to the country to see our cozy new home. Oh, dear, I can hardly wait to see him!" exclaimed Mary Lee, her eyes sparkling.
"Does he say that the French doctors have helped him any?" further questioned Mrs. Quinn.
"Helped him any?" repeated Mary Lee, "why, he's cured. He isn't a cripple any more at all. Just think, he can walk again, as well as I can. Isn't it a lovely world?" and the impetuous child threw her arms about Mrs. Quinn's neck and gave her a good hug.
Just then a voice from the outside called: "Oh, Mary Lee, come quick. We've found something to show you."
It was Eddie Quinn, the youngest boy, and Mary Lee upon hearing his excited voice, lost no time in rushing out to see what new delight was in store for her.
Mrs. Quinn leaned back in her comfortable chair in the sunny south bay window, and as her eyes wandered about the cheerful room and out over the peaceful woodland view, her thoughts flashed back to the past.
How different things were now from what they had been when Mary Lee-the little waif from the orphanage-had first come into their home as a mother's helper! They were then living in the crowded tenement district of New York City. How much sickness they had had! How often her husband had been thrown out of work! If it hadn't been for hopeful little Mary Lee they all would have lost courage. She put her little shoulder to the wheel with such determination that it seemed as if her efforts had pulled them out of the dreadful rut into which they were gradually sinking.
Yes, Mary Lee was always doing something for somebody. How brave she was the day she had saved Bob Cameron from drowning in Central Park! He was a little crippled boy who lived in one of the stately mansions on Fifth Avenue. A strong friendship, encouraged by Bob's grateful parents, had sprung up between the two children. It had meant much to Mary Lee. Her narrow little life began to broaden out-and consequently so did that of the Quinns. Bob's Aunt Madge had taken a great fancy to Mary Lee and had made it possible for her to become a Campfire Girl.
Then there was dear Doctor Anderson. He had operated on Mrs. Quinn when she had been so ill. Seeing earnest little Mary Lee doing her best to help this worthy but unfortunate family along, he too had become interested. It was he who had made it possible for them to move out in the country where they could live on his farm. Mr. Quinn had shown his gratitude by proving himself a most capable manager the past year.
Was it any wonder as Mrs. Quinn sat thinking over all these things that a tear or two trickled down her cheeks? But it was not from sadness-for her heart was filled with the joy of living, and overflowing with love for Mary Lee, the little girl who had brought good fortune and sunshine into her home.
In the meantime, Tom and Eddie had led Mary Lee over to a low-branched tree to behold their "surprise."
"It's a nest," whispered Eddie. "A real nest. See, it's just new!"
"So it is," said Mary Lee. "What a cozy little home! But where do you suppose Father Bird and Mother Bird are? Did we frighten them away?"
"No," said Eddie, "it was empty when we first saw it. But let's hide and maybe they will come back."
"Oh no," said Mary Lee, "let's go away before they return. If they suspected anyone was around they might move their nest. Won't it be fun when we can see the little bird's eggs, and afterwards the little birdies themselves? But you must not tell anyone about this nest, will you? Now promise," commanded Mary Lee.
Both boys promised. They also agreed not to look at their nest more than once a day.
"Now, see who wins the race to your father over there in the field," challenged Mary Lee. "One, two, three, go!"
The children were off. Tom won the race.
"Huh," said he, "I wouldn't let any girl beat me."
"Well, you wait until next time and maybe you will change your mind," answered Mary Lee.
"Have you come to help, children?" Mr. Quinn greeted them.
While the boys assisted their father, Mary Lee returned to the house. As she came to the kitchen door, she thought she heard voices. Then as she opened the door and went through the kitchen, she heard Mrs. Quinn say:
"She will be here any moment. Won't she be glad to see you both!"
Mary Lee just jumped into the room, for she guessed who the visitors were.
"Aunt Madge and Dr. Anderson-I'm so happy!" And the girl ran into Miss Cameron's arms.
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