Frederica and her Guardians; Or, The Perils of OrphanhoodRobertson, Margaret M. (Margaret Murray)
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Frederica and her Guardians; Or, The Perils of Orphanhood
Robertson, Margaret M. (Margaret Murray)
Orphans -- Fiction
It was an easy promise to make, and a pleasant promise to keep.
"We know so little," said Frederica, as, with Captain Clare, she
followed her sister and Miss Agnace up the avenue to the other side of
the house. "We had no one to teach us, and at first we did not care to
learn," added she humbly. "It was for mama's sake at first--because--
she was going to die--and--she was afraid--" and the tears rushed to her
eyes.
She hardly ever spoke of her mother to any one but her sisters, and she
wondered a little at herself that she should do so now. She wondered
less when she looked up and met the kind eyes looking down upon her.
"Some day you must tell me more about your mother," said Captain Clare.
This was the beginning. After that, while they were at Eastwood, not a
day passed in which Captain Clare did not pass an hour with them. When
the weather did not allow them to go out of doors, they sat in the
library or in one of the deep windows of the hall. The party was
variable as to numbers; but Selina was always there, and almost always
Miss Agnace. She was never far away from her charge, unless her sisters
were with her; and although she would sit with her face averted,
apparently absorbed with her work, she never lost a word which Captain
Clare said about the truth which she was beginning to love, though she
hardly knew it yet. She was never in the way, and because of Selina's
blindness it did not seem out of place that she should be constantly
with her. Besides, her service was a service of love.
She did not listen now as she had done at first to the reading and the
talk, that she might detect errors, and warn these children against
them. She said little to them now of the "true Church," or its
teachings. She only listened, saying to herself, that however at
variance with these teachings some things which she heard might seem to
be, there could not be any real difference, seeing the same fruits of
the Spirit--love, peace, joy--which flourished and showed in the life of
many a saint of old, showed fair and sweet in the lives of these
children growing so dear to her. So she always listened when she could,
and Selina made it easy for her to be near her at such times.
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