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
"You speak as though you were a child to be punished for being naughty
by being put in a corner," said he. "Shall we go and walk? we may meet
the carriage, and you can still have your drive."
Frederica hesitated, but only a moment.
"You were reading," said she.
"I was waiting for you, and now we must hasten, for the best of the
afternoon is passing."
They did not meet the carriage, though they went a long way round,
hoping to do so. Frederica was not sorry: she never forgot that walk
home in the twilight. As it grew dark she put her hand into that of her
friend, as simply as a little child might have done, and for a while she
had most of the talk to herself. She told him more than she had ever
told any one before about their mother, and their old home and their way
of life; and sometimes he smiled, and sometimes he was deeply touched,
as she dwelt with quite unconscious pathos on some of the incidents of
those days. Her face clouded as they drew near the house.
"I am almost afraid to go in," said she.
"Lest you should be naughty again? No, you will not," said her friend.
"See, I will give you something to prevent it: `Thou shalt keep him in
perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee, because he trusteth in
Thee.'"
"Thank you," said Frederica, without looking up. "A month is a long
time, two months perhaps."
"But it will soon pass, and summer will soon be here, and who knows what
summer may bring?"
"And this afternoon has not been so bad," said Frederica.
No time after that was so very bad. Frederica kept herself
conscientiously busy for one thing, and she kept Tessie busy also.
Their friends made pleasures for them. They had walks with Captain
Clare which were always delightful, and drives with their sister
Cecilia, and one day they went with them to visit their brothers, whose
school was not so very far away, and this they enjoyed wonderfully.
Frederica, who had had few letters in the course of her life, took great
delight in those of her brother Edgar. Besides bringing good news of
her sister's health and happiness, they were full of interest for other
reasons, and they never failed to contain just a word or two to remind
the sisters at home that all were alike safe in the best keeping.
And better than all other helps towards patience and content was the
young girl's trust in Him who had brought them to a safe place. On Him
she was learning to rest more lovingly every day. She suffered a good
deal at first; but peace came and stayed, not quite the perfect peace
promised to them whose trust is entire and full, but even that came
later.
Tessie watched her sister narrowly, and expressed her opinion of her way
of taking it all by little shrugs and laughing protests, in which
Frederica sometimes fancied there was a contemptuous echo. But Tessie
was subdued at last by her sister's never-failing gentleness and
sweetness, and showed it by devotion to her duties, and by deference to
her sister's wishes in little things.
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