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
"I must beg you to be silent, Caroline, or to leave the room, till I
have done speaking to your cousin," said her mother, quietly; "the fate
of your flower seems to make you forget that I have never yet permitted
disrespect or any display of temper in my presence."
"But what right had Ellen to touch the stand?"
"None--she has both disobeyed and again tried to deceive me; faults
which it is my duty to chastise, but not yours to upbraid. Answer me,
Ellen, at once and briefly; your fault is known, and, therefore, all
further equivocation is useless. Did you move that flower-stand?"
"Yes," replied the child, almost choked with sobs, called forth the more
from the contrast which her aunt's mildness presented to Miss Harcourt's
harshness, and Caroline's violent anger, and from the painful longing to
say that her first disobedience was not entirely her own fault.
"Did you remember that I had expressly forbidden either of you to
attempt to move it?"
"Yes," replied Ellen again, and an exclamation at the apparent hardihood
of her conduct escaped from both Miss Harcourt and Caroline.
"And yet you persisted, Ellen: this is indeed a strange contradiction to
your seemingly sincere sorrow for a similar fault a few months back.
What did you move it for?"
For full a minute Ellen hesitated, thus unhappily confirming the
suspicion that when she did reply it was another equivocation.
"To get a book which had fallen behind."
"I do not know how a book could have fallen behind, unless it had been
put or thrown there, Ellen; you said, too, that you did not replace the
broken flower for the purpose of concealment. I hardly know how to
believe either of these assertions. Why did you leave the room just
now?"
"Because--because--I knew you would question me, and--and--I felt I
should not have courage to speak the truth--and I knew--you would be
so--so displeased." The words were scarcely articulate.
"I should have been better satisfied, Ellen, if your fear of my
displeasure had prevented the committal of your first fault, not to
aggravate it so sinfully by both acted and spoken untruths. Painful as
it is to me in this season of festivity and enjoyment to inflict
suffering, I should share your sin if I did not adopt some measures to
endeavor at least to make you remember and so avoid it in future. I have
told you so very often that it is not me you mostly offend when you
speak or act falsely but God himself--who is Truth--that I fear words
alone will be of no avail. Go to your own room, Ellen; perhaps solitude
and thought, when your brother and cousins are so happy and
unrestrained, may bring you to a sense of your aggravated misconduct
better than any thing else. You will not leave your apartment, except
for the hours of devotion and exercise--which you will take with Ellis,
not with me--till I think you have had sufficient time to reflect on all
I have said to you on this subject."
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