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130 BLACK SHEEP."I am sure it has been almost as hard foryou as for his mother. Icould not say anythingabout it before, Nurse Ellen" — it was the firsttime Clare — had ever called the old woman bythis name "because — becauseIkneyv nothing—no one ever told me anything, andImusthave seemed to blame my uncle. But, indeed,it pained me very much, and now — noyvIamso happy!"Bright swift tears sparkled in her goldenbrowneyes. She dashed them ayvayr, and, takingthe old woman's hands in hers, she said, withgirlish archness,"You must not hate me any more, NurseEllen, for 'Master George' anclIare going tobe very good friends."" Hate you,my clear young lady!" said Mrs.Brookes, who was too old to blush externally,"but who certainly felt like blushing. Howcan you have such fancies?you?'Who could hate" You— you dear, faithful old thing! Butit's all right now; ancl, Nurse Ellen," she said,"seriously, Iam sure we owe all this happy