"Young fingers idly roll
The mimic earth or trace
In picture bright of blue and gold
Each other circling chase"—KEBLE
There was once a wonderful fortnight in little Lucy's life. Oneevening she went to bed very tired and cross and hot, and in themorning when she looked at her arms and legs they were all coveredwith red spots, rather pretty to look at, only they were dry andprickly.
Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. She turned all thelittle sisters out of the night nursery, covered Lucy up close, andordered her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath. Thenthere was a whispering and a running about, and Lucy was halfalarmed, but more pleased at being so important, for she did notfeel at all ill, and quite enjoyed the tea and toast that Nursebrought up to her. Just as she was beginning to think it rathertiresome to lie there with nothing to do, except to watch the fliesbuzzing about, there was a step on the stairs and up came thedoctor. He was an old friend, very good-natured, and he made funwith Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard, just likethe cowry shell on Mrs. Bunker's mantel-piece. Indeed, he saidhe thought she was such a curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would comefor her and set her up in the museum, and then he went away.Suppose, oh, suppose she did!
Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and her brothers and sisterscalled her, was housekeeper to their Uncle Joseph. He was reallytheir great uncle, and they thought him any age you can imagine.They would not have been much surprised to hear that he sailed withChristopher Columbus, though he was a strong, hale, active man, muchless easily tired than their own papa. He had been a ship's surgeonin his younger days, and had sailed all over the world, andcollected all sorts of curio