Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Christmas -- Juvenile fiction
So it proved, however. The beautiful little rectory to which they must
remove with the new year had been built by a childless predecessor, and
would be too small to hold the troop of juvenile Barrs, to say nothing
or Mary Baxendell. Moreover, the Baxendells would not spare Mary to go
any distance from High Lea.
Until the rectory could be enlarged, it was settled that the elder
girls should go to a boarding-school, and the twin boys should attend a
good day-school, which was within an easy distance of their future home.
My occupation was gone. My pupils were about to be scattered, I was to
lose the precious little one that called herself Miss Anstey's baby,
and whose curly head had so often rested on my breast in sleep, and
enriched me by her sweet presence!
I should lose the companionship of Mrs. Barr too, and more. I must
begin to look round for some other work to do, some roof beneath which
there would be room for Lois Anstey.
I was very down-hearted, not because I had to work for my bread, but
for fear I might not find the work to do, and at the thought of going
out again into the wide world and all amongst strangers. It was in vain
I took myself to task for selfishness. I did rejoice in the good which
had come to these dear friends, but how could I wholly forget that the
message which brought new life to them was almost like death to me?
It had been previously settled that I was to spend Christmas with the
Baxendells. I had half hoped that they might engage me as governess to
Mary, but I found that Mr. Baxendell shrank from the idea of having a
governess in the house. He seemed to think it would spoil its privacy,
and prove a restraint to him and his wife.
Mrs. Baxendell would have liked to engage me. Mary pleaded for this
with her father. But though he rarely denied his pet anything, he would
not yield in this matter.
"My wife and I are a Darby and Joan couple," said Mr. Baxendell. "We
are quiet, too, in our ways, and we would never condemn a young girl to
the loneliness of a separate room, because we so often find two to be
company enough. Mary, our own child, hardly counts as a third in the
same sense."
I could not plead for a corner, or say that I should be contented
with solitude at High Lea; and so it was settled that music and other
teachers should come from a neighbouring town to give Mary periodical
lessons and complete her education at home.
The girl displayed more temper about this matter than I had seen in her
before.
"As if I should ever do a morsel of good all by myself!" she said. "It
is horrid to think of solitary lessons, and I know my teachers will get
no credit out of me. I would rather have you than a whole townful of
other people. I know I shall hate the very sight of them."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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