Nan could not tell her aunt or
the rest of the family just how she felt about it. She was sure
they would not understand.
The doll had reminded her continually of her home life. Although
the stay of her parents in Scotland was much more extended than
they or Nan had expected, the doll was a link binding the girl to
her old home life which she missed so much.
Her uncle and aunt had tried to make her happy here at Pine Camp.
As far as they could do so they had supplied the love and care of
Momsey and Papa Sherwood. But Nan was actually ill for her old
home and her old home associations.
On this morning, by herself in her bedroom, she cried bitterly
before she appeared before the family.
"I have no right to make them feel miserable just because my,
heart, is, breaking," she sobbed aloud. "I won't let them see
how bad I feel. But if I don't find Beulah, I just know I shall
die!"
Could she have run to Momsey for comfort it would have helped,
Oh, how much!
"I am a silly," Nan told herself at last, warmly. "But I cannot
help it. Oh, dear! Where can Beulah have gone?"
She bathed her eyes well in the cold spring water brought by Tom
that she always found in the jug outside her door in the morning,
and removed such traces of tears as she could; and nobody noticed
when she went out to breakfast that her eyelids were puffy and
her nose a bit red.
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