Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and DaughtersAguilar, Grace
General
Home Influence: A Tale for Mothers and Daughters
Aguilar, Grace
Domestic fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction
"Poor Percy," observed Caroline, dryly; "if you are to be as restless as
you have been the last hour, Emmeline, he would not be very much
flattered by his portrait."
"Now that is very spiteful of you, Caroline, and all because I do not
happen to be so quiet and sober as you are; though I am sure all this
morning, that mamma thought by your unusually long absence that you were
having a most persevering practice, you were only collecting all Percy's
and Herbert's favorite songs and pieces, and playing them over, instead
of your new music."
"And what if I did, Emmeline?"
"Why, it only proves that your thoughts are quite as much occupied by
them as mine are, though you have so disagreeably read, studied, worked,
just as usual, to make one believe you neither thought nor cared any
thing about them."
"And so, because Caroline can control even joyous anticipation, she is
to be thought void of feeling, Emmy. I really can pronounce no such
judgment; so, though she may have settled to her usual pursuits, and you
have literally done nothing at all to-day, I will not condemn her as
loving her brothers less."
"But you will condemn me as an idle, unsteady, hair-brained girl,"
replied Emmeline, kneeling on the ottoman at her mother's feet, and
looking archly and fondly in her face. "Then do let me have a
fellow-sufferer, for I can not stand condemnation alone. Ellen, do put
away that everlasting sketch, and be idle and unsteady, too!"
"It won't do, Emmy; Ellen has been so perseveringly industrious since
her illness, that I should rather condemn her for too much application
than too great idleness. But you really have been stooping too long this
warm evening, my love," she added, observing, as Ellen, it seemed almost
involuntarily, looked up at her cousin's words, that her cheeks were
flushed almost painfully. "Oblige Emmeline this once, and be as idle as
she is: come and talk to me, I have scarcely heard a word from you
to-day; you have been more silent than ever, I think, since your uncle
left us; but I must have no gloom to greet your cousins, Ellen."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account