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
"Now, missy, come down this moment when I bid you. That's an
unwholesome book you've been reading, to put thoughts like that into
your mind. It's no me that's like to grow discontented, it's you. And
I was just thinking of inviting you to tea."
Frederica sprang down from the window so suddenly as to make the old
woman start.
"Oh, do, Eppie dear," cried she eagerly, "that is just the thing I
should like. I want to speak to you, and I don't want to go down to
that rubbishing history; and I'll read to you. I have not read a page
yet, and it's a very nice book they say."
"Is it a story book? But I would far rather hear about the wee beasties
out of your lesson book. And I'm no just sure that Miss Robina would be
pleased that you should take tea with me so soon again, and I'm no sure
that I hae scones enew."
"Oh! Miss Robina will be sure to let me; and never mind the scones.
I'll go down for whatever we need, and I'll ask Miss Robina. Let me
stir the fire."
Frederica had forgotten the gloomy day, and the nun, and all imaginable
subjects of discontent. She urged her petition eagerly; for she knew
that Eppie liked to be entreated.
"Let be the fire, missy. You'll do mischief, and spoil your hands. You
may bide if you get leave. But I doubt your sister will no be well
pleased. It is `making fish o' the one and flesh o' the other,' I
doubt."
But Frederica did not stay to listen. It was a great honour and an
exceptional one, to be asked to tea by Mrs Campbell. No other girl now
in school, except Tessie and one or two of the elder pupils, had ever
been asked to drink tea in the garret. Except for the fun of the thing,
or for the sake of a change from the dreary school routine, few of them
would have cared to do so. For Eppie was only a little old woman, bowed
and lame, who even in her best days had only been a sort of upper
servant in Mrs Glencairn's house. The present race of girls did not
often see her. Some of them had never seen her; for her daily journey
to the lower part of the house to get what she needed was accomplished
with much labour and effort at time when the girls were sure to be in
school.
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