Dwell Deep; or, Hilda Thorn's Life StoryLe Feuvre, Amy
Religion
Dwell Deep; or, Hilda Thorn's Life Story
Le Feuvre, Amy
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction; Man-women relationships -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
'You will see me over here in another three weeks, for I am coming to
the dance here then, so this will not be a long good-bye.'
Then, as he shook hands with me, he lowered his voice, and said
earnestly, 'I shall not forget our talks together, Miss Thorn. I have
been most interested, and I honestly tell you, I should like to have
the happiness and satisfaction that you get out of your religion. I
don't know if I shall ever get it; but you will give me a thought
sometimes, won't you?'
'If you read the Bible, I am sure you will find what you need there,' I
said.
We were very quiet for the next week or two; I began visiting my Sunday
scholars in their homes, and started reading-lessons with Jim. We went
out into the fields, and under the shade of some old tree would spend
many a quiet half-hour. He was so anxious and eager to learn that I
did not find his dullness trying, and though progress seemed very slow,
it was sure, for what he once learnt he did not easily forget. Jim's
uncle, Roger Carter, was quite a character, and he dearly loved me to
drop in and have a chat with him. He was a good old man, and generally
asked me to have a bit of reading or a prayer with him before I left.
And when he discovered that I played on the violin, nothing would
pacify him until I had brought it down and given him a tune.
'Ah,' he said, drawing a long breath, 'that's something like moosic,
that is. I know the right sort when I heers it. I've got a ear for
it, though I've not the hands. I plays my toones on these 'ere boots
and shoes.' And he laughed as he looked up at me through his shaggy
eyebrows.
The day came for the Forsyths' dance. I had asked Mrs. Forsyth quietly
if she would mind my keeping in my own room and not appearing at all;
but this she would not hear of, and I felt myself that it would be a
difficult thing to do. I longed to go away somewhere for a few days,
and so miss it; but my old cousin in London had gone abroad, and I had
very few old friends. So I determined to make no fuss about it, and
trusted that I should be able to escape notice in the crowd, and slip
away by myself when the dancing began. I told Nelly positively that if
I was present I would not dance. She laughed at me, and assured me I
would change my mind when the time came.
I did not realize what a large affair it would be, and I must honestly
confess as the time drew near I felt a certain pleasurable excitement
in all the preparations for it. A large marquee was put up on the
lawn, and I with the others helped in decorating and draping it inside.
A regimental band was coming, and Nelly assured me with pride,--
'Our autumn ball is the event of the year. You will see that everybody
will be here.'
And so at last the evening arrived. Both Nelly and I were in soft
white silk; and when Mrs. Forsyth came into my room to inspect my dress
before going down, she said kindly,--
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