They went once more to Aunt Matilda’s world. They did it because John Holt wanted to see the Straw Parlour, and they wanted to show it to him and bid it good-bye.
Aunt Matilda treated them with curious consideration. It almost seemed as if she had begun to regard them with respect. It seemed to her that any business-like person would respect two penniless children, who had made themselves attractive to a man with the biggest farm in Illinois, and other resources still larger. They went out to the barn in their old way, when no one knew where they were going, and when no one was about to see them place their ladder against the stack and climb up to the top. The roof seemed more like a dark tent than ever, and they saw the old birds’ nests, which by this time were empty.
“Meg,” said Robin, “do you remember the day we lay in the straw and told each other we had got work? And do you remember the afternoon I climbed up with the old coffee-pot to boil the eggs in?”
“And when we counted the Treasure?” said Meg.
“And when we talked about miracles?” said Robin.
“And when it made me think human beings could do anything if they tried hard enough?” said Meg.
