By the Light of the Soul: A NovelFreeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins
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By the Light of the Soul: A Novel
Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins
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Harry beamed upon her. "She is as proud as punch when she gets a
chance to take the little one out, and they made a pretty picture
going down the street," said he, "but I hope she won't catch cold. Is
that new suit warm?"
"Oh yes! it is interlined. I looked out for that."
"You look out for my child as if she were your own, bless you, dear,"
Harry said, affectionately.
Then Ida thought that the time for her carefully-led-up-to coup had
arrived. "I try to," said she, meekly.
"You _do_."
Ida began to speak, then she hesitated, with timid eyes on her
husband's face.
"What is it, dear?" asked he.
"Well, I have been thinking a good deal lately about Maria and her
associates in school here."
"Why, what is the matter with them?" Harry asked, uneasily.
"Oh, I don't know that there is anything very serious the matter with
them, but Maria is at an age when she is very impressible, and there
are many who are not exactly desirable. There is Gladys Mann, for
instance. I saw Maria walking down the street with her the other day.
Now, Harry, you know that Gladys Mann is not exactly the kind of girl
whom Maria's own mother would have chosen for an intimate friend for
her."
"You are right," Harry said, frowning.
"Well, I have been thinking over the number of pupils of both sexes
in the school who can be called degenerates, either in mind or
morals, and I must say I was alarmed."
"Well, what is to be done?" asked Harry, moodily. "Maria must go to
school, of course."
"Yes, of course, Maria must have a good education, as good as if her
own mother had lived."
"Well, what is to be done, then?"
Then Ida came straight to the point. "The only way I can see is to
remove her from doubtful associates."
"Remove her?" repeated Harry, blankly.
"Yes; send her away to school. Wellbridge Hall, in Emerson, where I
went myself, would be a very good school. It is not expensive."
Harry stared. "But, Ida, she is too young."
"Not at all."
"You were older when you went there."
"A little older."
"How far is Emerson from here?"
"Only a night's journey from New York. You go to sleep in your berth,
and in the morning you are there. You could always see her off. It is
very easy."
"Send Maria away! Ida, it is out of the question. Aside from anything
else, there is the expense. I am living up to my income as it is."
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