Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh, father!" Angel interrupted again; "I can't bear to think of it.
Nothing would make up to me for being separated from you and Gerald.
I don't think mother would like it, I don't indeed," and her eyes
filled with tears, whilst her lips trembled piteously. "Don't send me
away from you," she said imploringly, as she rose and twined her arms
around his neck; "don't! Who would mend your stockings if I was not
here? And wouldn't you miss me? You said you did when I was
at Wreyford for only one little week."
"Yes," Mr. Willis admitted, looking troubled; "but I must not be
selfish, my dear."
"Oh, father, you couldn't be that! You never are! Then, there's
Gerald. Think of him! Who help him with his lessons, and—"
"Ah, Angel, that is a mistake too. You help Gerald a great deal more
than is good for him; if you remain at home, I must put a stop
to your doing so much for your brother."
"Oh no, father! I like helping him. I do indeed. And I promised
mother before she died that I would be good to him. But do say you
mean to keep me with you. Oh, I wish I had never, never said how much
I liked the country!"
"Don't wish that. Think over Uncle Edward's offer, child. You like
him, do you not? Yes, I know you do. Of course you would feel the
separation from Gerald and me at first, but consider what a pleasant
time you would have at Wreyford. You would have everything that your
heart could desire; it's my opinion that Uncle Edward would spoil you
terribly."
"I could not bear it, I could not!" Angel cried, the tears coursing
down her cheeks. "Oh, father, do let me stay with you! How can you
think of sending me away when you know it would break my heart?"
And overcome with grief the little girl sobbed bitterly.
Much distressed at the sight of her emotion, Mr. Willis soothed her
as best he could. He kissed her tenderly, at the same time assuring
her she should not leave him against her will.
"I told Uncle Edward the acceptance or refusal of his offer must rest
with you," he said, when, much comforted, she reseated herself on the
stool at his feet; "still, I could do no other than point out to you
the many advantages you would reap by going to live with him
at Haresdown House; but I shall not part with my little daughter
without she herself wishes it, because she is very dear to me, and
though it wouldn't break my heart to send her away if it was for her
good, yet I should feel doing so very deeply."
"How glad I am to hear you say that!" Angel exclaimed, her
tear-stained face brightening into a smile. "Because, sometimes,
I wish I was clever like Gerald, and it makes me unhappy to think how
stupid I am; but if only you love me, father, and let me stay with
you, I don't care for anything else."
"You are not stupid," Mr. Willis told her with an amused laugh;
"indeed, you have a very wise head upon a young pair of shoulders."
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