Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Both Julia and Alice went sometimes on errands of mercy, and wore gray
cloaks with scarlet facings to the cape, and felt themselves on a par
with the sisters of charity, and had a lump of camphor in their pockets
to prevent contagion, and asked the little ones if they knew the Creed,
and the Lord’s Prayer, and the Ten Commandments, affecting great
surprise if they did not, and telling them if they did that they ought
to be confirmed at once and grow up respectable citizens.
Very different from these young ladies was pale-faced, quiet Emma, who
believed everybody to be what he seemed, and wished herself as good as
Alice and Julia, who were so devout at church, and who read a long
chapter every morning and a short psalm every night. Emma did not like
to read the Bible, and always glanced ahead to see how long the chapter
was, and felt glad when it was ended. And she did not like to visit the
poor because as a general thing the close air of the rooms made her
sick, and she was always unhappy for a whole day with thinking about
them and fancying how she would feel were she also poor.
And yet of the three girls I liked Emma best, for I knew just how true,
and honest, and innocent she was, and that though she too was proud, she
tried to overcome her pride, because she thought it wrong, and in her
heart had a sincere desire to do just what was right. No one ever called
Emma handsome; her features were too sharp for that, but there was
something in her smile and the expression of her soft, dark eyes which
made her very attractive, and, as I thought, prettier than Julia
herself.
Take them altogether the ladies at Schuyler Hill were quite _distingué_
in manner and appearance, and we were rather proud to have them with us,
for their presence added something of importance to our little town, and
gave a certain _éclat_ to our society. Nor was their governess, Miss
Helen Browning, much behind in style and personal appearance. Indeed,
she prided herself upon manner and good breeding, and knew every point
of etiquette, from sitting bolt-upright in her chair, with just the two
tips of her boots visible, to eating soup with the side of her spoon,
and never on any account allowing her hands to touch the table.
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