Edna Browning; $b or, the Leighton homestead. A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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Edna Browning; $b or, the Leighton homestead. A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
“When William died, twelve years ago, I took Edna and have been a mother
to her ever since, and made her learn the catechism and creed, and
thoroughly indoctrinated her with my views, and sent her to
Sunday-school, and always gave her something from the Christmas tree,
and insisted upon her keeping all the fasts, and had her confirmed, and
she turned out High Church after all, and ran away with your son. But I
wash my hands of her now. Such a bill as I have got to pay the teachers
in the seminary for her education! It was understood that after she
graduated she was to stay there and teach to pay for her schooling, and
what does she do but run away and leave me with a bill of four hundred
dollars! Not that I can’t pay it, for I can. I’ve four times four
hundred laid up in Mr. Beals’s bank, and like an honest woman, I took it
out and paid the bill and have got the receipt in my prayer-book, and I
showed it to her, for she’s been here; yes, actually had the cheek to
come right into my house on Thanksgiving day, when I was at church; and
a good sermon we had, too, if our new minister did bow in the creed,
which rather surprised me, after telling him, as I did only the day
before, that I looked upon that ceremony as a shred, at least, if not a
rag of Popery. He lost a dollar by that bow, for I had twelve shillings
of milk-money I calculated to give him, but when he bowed over so low
right at me as if he would say, ‘You see, Miss Pepper, I’m not to be led
by the nose,’ I just put on my fifty cents, and let it go at that.
“The stage came in while I was at church; but I never thought of Edna
till I got home and smelled the turkey I had left in the oven more than
I should have smelled it if somebody hadn’t hurried up the fire; and
there was the vegetables cooking, and the table set for two; and Edna,
in her black dress, stood before the fire with her hands held tight
together, and a look on her face as if she felt she’d no business there
after all she had done.
“‘Edna Browning,’ I said, ‘what are you doing here, and how dare you
come after disgracing me so?’
“Then she said something about its being the only place she had to go
to, and my being lonely eating dinner alone Thanksgiving day, and began
to be hystericky, of course.
“If there’s anything I pride myself on more than another, it’s
_firmness_ and presence of mind, and I am happy to say I maintained them
both, though I did come near giving way, when I saw how what I said
affected her.
“I told her that to get into any family the way she did into yours was
mean and disgraceful, and said she was to blame for the young man’s
death; and asked who was to remunerate me for that four hundred dollars
I had to pay for her schooling; and who was to pay for all the trinkets
at Greenough’s in Canandaigua, and if she was not ashamed to wear a
wedding ring a stranger had to pay for.
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