Gloria : $b A novelSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Gloria : $b A novel
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Maryland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Women -- United States -- Fiction
“‘Oh, never mind de chile; she’s running round de place somew’ere, an’
’Phia can give her her dinner when she comes in. Tell me what you meant
by——’ somefin’ or oder, Lord knows what, honey; but at it dey went,
’spoundin’ and ’splainin’. But where is you been all de live-long day,
little Glo’?” demanded the woman.
“Oh, ’Phia! I have had such a happy, happy day!” replied the child.
And then she told the cook all about her visit, adding:
“And granny Lindsay begged me to come ever so often!”
“Yes, honey; mighty good ob de ole woman. I knows her, honey, and has
buyed mittens ob her—woolen mittens, which she knitted, honey. But you
mustn’t go too often, honey. One fing, you mustn’t be too intimit wid
people ob dat low order ob deciety. Not as I am sayin’ but dey may be
jes’ as good as we is, in de sight ob de Lord, if dey ’haves deirselves;
but still, ’ciety is to be despected. An’ another fing, honey, is, dey
can’t deford it; dey can’t, indeed; dey can’t deford to ’tain a little
lady on fry chickens an’ sich, werry often.”
Now, the first clause of this speech, concerning caste, slipped through
the child’s ears without making the slightest impression, but the second
clause, about the expense of her visit to the fisherman’s cottage, fixed
her attention.
“Oh, yes, I thought of that; so I told David Lindsay I could not go
to-morrow. ’Phia, you are right,” she said, as she ran up stairs. She
did not go to the sitting-room to interrupt the _tête-à-tête_ of her
aunt and uncle, but up to the attic to hunt for bright pieces in the
scrap-bag, singing and dancing as she went.
When she met her relatives at tea that night they did not even think of
asking her where she had been. They seemed to take it for granted that
she had come in soon after dinner, and had been properly attended by
’Phia.
So the child’s holiday escaped their notice.
The next morning, Gloria, true to her promise, went down to the landing,
where she found David sitting in the old boat, mending nets.
His face broke into a smile as he took off his hat and stood up to
receive her.
“Good-morning, David Lindsay. Did you study your book last night?” she
inquired, with childish frankness.
“Oh, yes, indeed! And I have brought the geography here with me to take
a glimpse of it now and then; but it is such a temptation to slight my
work, that I shall have to leave it home after this,” replied the lad,
still standing, hat in hand.
“Oh, no, don’t you do that, David Lindsay! Please don’t! See, now, sit
down and take up your netting and go on with it, and I will sit by and
read the lessons out, and ask the questions at the bottom of the page,
so you can tell if you know them.”
“Oh, yes, I shall like that; for then I can do my work and learn my
lesson at the same time. How good you are to me. What makes you so good
to me?”
“Why,” she said, opening her blue eyes wide and looking at him with
surprise, “don’t you know? You are my playmate, and we are going to play
school?”
“Oh, yes.”
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