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
“And now,” said Katie, when she had done watching how her friend coaxed
little Jamie into swallowing the food she brought, “you must let me have
my own way entirely, Ella; for you know me for a wilful woman.”
“Let me hear your will before I promise, Katie.”
“My will is to change house and family with you to-night. You must put
my children to bed for me, and eat my supper, which you will find in the
cupboard, and then lie down in my bed, and sleep till the sun is high.
You can trust me to nurse Jamie, I know, from what you said when my Hugh
struggled through the measles; and you may quite depend on it, Kenneth
says, that your husband will not return to-night.”
Ella had no foolish scruples about accepting this neighbourly offer. She
had watched many nights, and was so nearly exhausted, that this was a
very seasonable help, she thought, to the better performance of her
duties the next day. She had been ever ready to give similar assistance
to her neighbours in like cases; and knowing the pleasure of doing
friendly acts, she would not refuse it to Katie. She therefore agreed at
once, adding,—
“I am sure you would not offer this if you had any fear of your children
taking the fever from me or you.”
“Certainly not, Ella. You know nobody was more careful than I when the
small-pox was in the island; and I offended several neighbours by not
letting my children so much as speak with theirs; but this kind of fever
is not given and taken, as I have good reason to be sure.”
In a little while, seeing that Ella was moving about as if to prepare
for her comfort during the evening and night, she called her to come and
sit down, and not trouble herself with any more cares this day.
“That which will do for you,” she said, “will do for me; and if I want
anything, there will be Annie to tell me where to find it.”
“I’m willing enough to sit down with ye,” said Ella, when she had fed
the fire, and resumed her spinning, “because——”
“Because you cannot stand; is not that it, Ella? You still look as white
as if you had seen a ghost. So you took Ronald for a ghost this
morning?”
“Fergus should not have told you that silly story. No; I am willing to
be alone with you, because I have much to say about Ronald. You need
never more look as you do now, Katie. I am going to lay a different plea
before you this day; and if ye will grant it, it will be my last.”
Katie bent over her work, and made no reply; so Ella proceeded.
“You know as well as I how long Ronald has loved you, and how sore a
struggle your marriage was to him, and that there have been times since
when he has hoped; but you have never known, as I have, how tossed in
mind he has been for more than three years past. He has come and gone,
and come again, Katie, watching your feelings, and waiting for what he
thought your pleasure, till he often lost all power of judging what he
should do, and how he should speak to you.”
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