Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and DaughtersAguilar, Grace
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Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and Daughters
Aguilar, Grace
Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction
Edward did not wait to hear much more than his name, but darted off,
leaving his sister to push back the stand. Ellen felt almost sure she
could not do it by herself; but how was she to act? To ask assistance
would not only be confessing her own disobedience, but inculpating her
brother, and really, perhaps, deprive him of the enjoyments he
anticipated, and so confirm his unkind words. She tried to replace it,
and thought she had quite succeeded; but as she moved it, one of the
myrtles fell to the ground, and its beautiful blossom hung on the stalk,
preserved from being quite broken off only by three or four delicate
fibers. It was Caroline's favorite plant; one she so cherished and
tended, that Percy called it her petted child; and poor Ellen stood
paralyzed; she raised the pot mechanically, and rested the broken head
of the flower against the still uninjured sprig, and it looked so well
and natural, that the thought for a moment darted across her mind that
after all it might not be discovered. Then came all her aunt's lessons
of the many ways of acting an untruth without words, and, therefore,
even if it should not be discovered, it was no comfort; but could she,
dared she, voluntarily confess what must appear a willful disobedience?
If her aunt had been at home, she might in that first moment have gained
the necessary courage; but she was not expected back for two or three
hours, and Ellen sat with her face buried in her hands, only conscious
of misery, till her cousin's joyous voice called out from the hall--
"Come along, Nelly, I have kept you long enough; Tiny would never have
left me quiet so long; but there is no tiring your patience. However, I
will make up for it now."
And glad to escape from her own thoughts, she hastily collected the
various seeds, and ran after him. And Percy was so active, so obliging,
so amusing in his queer ways of working and talking, that she almost
forgot the impending trial, till she met her aunt and cousins at
luncheon. Edward had been so intent, so happy at his business with his
uncle, that he had never cast a thought as to how the stand got back;
and after lunch he had to go for a row on the river, and after dinner to
attend a lecture on astronomy, which, that night and the one following,
was to be given in the town-hall in T--. His uncle and Percy and Herbert
were to accompany him, and so, that he should give a thought to any
thing disagreeable, was not likely.
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