Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 2 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
“He may be superintendent himself some day or other, Katie. But does not
he love Ronald very much?”
“Very much; as he ought to do.”
“All my children do,” replied Ella. “It is always a happy time when
uncle Ronald comes. The same man that the officers respect above all who
are under them is as much beloved by the little ones as if he were a
soft-hearted girl.”
“You had the making of Ronald, and I give you joy of your work,” said
the widow.
“Ah, Katie, that is the way you always silence me about Ronald,” said
Ella, smiling.
“Well, then, tell me about Fergus: he is your work too.”
“You know all I can say about him,” said Ella, sighing. “You know my
pride in him, and that this very pride makes me the more grieved when I
see his temper harassed and soured by care, as I feel it must go on to
be, more and more. I am always in dread of a quarrel with one neighbour
or another; and more than ever now, in the high fishing season.”
“Surely he has less care now than at other times,” observed the widow.
“There is just now abundance for every body.”
“True; but this is the time for revenge. If Fergus has carried himself
high towards any neighbour, or given the sharp words that are never
forgotten, now is the time for his nets to be cut, or his boat set
adrift, or what he has fished in the day carried off in the night.”
“There are those in Garveloch, I know,” said Katie, “who can bring
themselves to do such things.”
“Let us mention no names, Katie; but thus it is that men shame their
race, and spurn the gifts they little deserve. To think that we cannot
enjoy a plentiful season in peace and thankfulness, but that some must
injure, and others complain! These are times when we should leave it to
the osprey to follow a prey, and to the summer storms to murmur. Hark!
there is Angus’s step outside; and time it is, for it cannot be far from
midnight.”
The widow invited Angus in to warm himself by her now bright fire; but
it was time for rest. Kenneth had gone home an hour before.
“He would find supper on the board,” said Ella; “and now, Angus, you
will be glad to do the same.”
Katie promised the nets within three days; and as soon as she had closed
the door behind her guests, sat down again for one other hour to help
the fulfilment of her promise, and then slept all the better for having
watched till the wind went down.
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CHAPTER III.
KINDRED NOT KINDNESS
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