Herrick's friends observed to her that her son
would make his mark in the House.
Malcolm felt rewarded for his exertions when his mother wished him
good-night.
"You have been my right hand this evening, Malcolm," she said,
looking at him with unusual tenderness. "Thank you so much, my son;"
and these few words gave Malcolm quite a thrill of pleasure.
The heavy storm had tempered the extreme heat and the night had been
comparatively cool, and the little group gathered round the
breakfast table the next morning looked as bright as the day itself.
Anna had been charmed with her watch; but when she opened Malcolm's
case and saw the tiny diamond-studded quiver, she was almost
speechless with surprise and delight. "Oh, Malcolm, how could you--
how could you be so kind to me!" was all she could say. But Malcolm
only laughed and fastened the brooch in her white dress. Then he
took some half-open pink rosebuds from a vase on the table and bade
her wear them. "You are too pale, and these will give you colour,"
he said in a cool, critical tone.
Anna took them from his hand rather shyly.
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