Dime novels; Romances; Social classes -- Fiction; Young women -- Conduct of life -- Fiction
“Indeed, they have not!” exclaimed Mr. Alcott, excitedly. “They have
behaved shamefully about it, and are a couple of ignoramuses.”
Brownie laughed as he said this, then asked:
“And do you think, sir, that I am capable of instructing them, if older
and wiser teachers have failed?”
“Young lady, when you were reading French to me the other evening, I was
not impressed wholly by your pronunciation. No; there was a ring of
decision in your tones, there was a look of character and firmness in
your face, that told me you would not fail to make a first-class
teacher,” said the old gentleman, with emphasis.
“Your very youthfulness may help you to win where the others have
failed. And, as I told you, it is not altogether an instructress that we
want, but a refined and genial companion, and an interpreter also, for
none of the family are able to converse fluently in foreign languages,”
said Mr. Coolidge.
Sixteen and fourteen!
They were trying ages—just the time when girls loved fun and frolic
better than anything else in the world.
Was she competent to take charge of them and direct their studies?
She longed to accept the position, she longed to go abroad and visit
those old countries so fraught with interest, poetry, and romance, and
where her aunt had lived and suffered so much. But the responsibility!
Would it be right for her to assume it? Would she be able to influence
these young girls aright?
“Mr. Coolidge,” she said, when she had thought of all these things, “I
will tell you frankly that I would like this position which you are so
kind to offer me, more than I can express, but I am only eighteen years
of age myself, and I do not really feel like deciding whether I am
competent to direct the education of your daughters or not. The other
duties, I think, I could fulfill satisfactorily.”
“Have you ever completed a regular course of study?” asked Mr. Alcott.
“Yes, sir; a thorough course. I graduated from the high school before I
was sixteen, and I have since taken a two years’ classical course,”
replied Brownie.
“You’ll do, then,” said the old man, with a contented nod of his head.
He was very much interested in the beautiful girl.
“My principal reason for hesitating is, that I have never had any
experience in teaching, and could only follow the example of my own
teachers, as far as I can remember it.”
“You are very truthful and frank, at all events,” remarked Mr. Coolidge,
smilingly.
“I should not presume to accept this position, sir, by placing myself in
a false position,” replied Brownie, gravely.
“I think with my father-in-law, that you will do, and I feel confident
that you will prove faithful to your trust. Shall we consider the
bargain closed?” asked her employer, giving her a glance of admiration.
“Mr. Coolidge—I—really——” stammered the young girl.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account