Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Christmas -- Juvenile fiction
He knew, it seemed, that I might have gone to Westwood Park, for Mrs.
Goulding had given him to understand that an engagement with Lady
Minshull was absolutely open to me, should I not go to Hillstowe,
and he asked me why I chose to come so far on a mere chance of being
engaged by him.
"Because I wanted, not only to find employment, but a home," I replied.
"You shall have it at Hillstowe," said Mr. Barr. "I am a poor parson,
and my wife and I are hardworking people. All about us is planned
for the simple supply of our daily needs. We have no luxuries or
superfluities, though I dare say many of our neighbours, looking at
our troop of children, would say several of them were superfluous. But
my wife is a true mother, and though her heart has so many occupants,
she will find room in it for you. We have said nothing about holidays
yet, but you will not be dissatisfied because yours are too short. The
truth is, we have to send our eldest lads back to school before we have
room for the governess, so you will come a day after they leave us, and
begin your vacations a day before they commence theirs."
I would rather have heard Mr. Barr say there would be short holidays
or none, since I had no real home. But I promptly reflected that, with
forty pounds a year, I should be able to find one for myself, if no
one invited me. There were always the lodge and Hannah Brown to fall
back upon, though it would be terrible to return to the immediate
neighbourhood of my old home. However, I was glad at heart, for my
mission had sped, and I was not going to meet trouble half-way and on
the heels of present success.
Mr. Barr saw me into the return train, and then bade me a kindly
farewell, with a promise that I should hear from his wife soon. She
wrote to me a few days later, and on the last Monday in January, I
parted with my good old nurse, and started for Hillstowe Vicarage.
Hannah Brown was very unwilling to receive payment for the homely
accommodation afforded me at the lodge, but I took care that she should
not lose by her goodness to me. When I reached Hillstowe I had a
solitary half-crown left, and no certainty of more until Midsummer. Mr.
Baxendell paid half-yearly for his daughter's board and education, and
when his cheques came, in June and December, I should receive my share
of their value.
Five months was a long time to look forward to when one had no
certainty of a shilling beyond the half-crown aforesaid, without
begging or borrowing; and against both plans for raising money I
determinedly set my face.
My old governess had no idea of my poverty. My Uncle James never
calculated how far five pounds would go in my present circumstances;
perhaps he had so many calls on his purse nearer home, that he was
afraid to glance in the direction of his orphan niece, especially as I
wrote cheerfully of my prospects, and said I should soon repay his loan.
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