Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
"Trinity Draper, I hope you don't forget your catechism, my child. There
is a lady coming to the school in a day or two, and it will be the worse
for you if you cannot say your Catechism. Uriah and Lussha, you hear
what I say. Remember your catechism."
Their Saturday's train of associations being awakened by this warning,
the children began involuntarily to gabble altogether, and their
confusion of tongues made itself heard as they wound out of sight, till
a stumble of Trinity's steed caused Uriah's gallantry to prevail over
his scholarship, and occupied him in belabouring her ass with true gipsy
grace and strength.
A pale yellow ray shot up from the horizon full into the cleft, beside
which the unshaven and weary agent stood, making his bargain with Pim.
This first break of sunshine was a signal not to be neglected. The
laziest of the party sprang to their feet, and hastened to deposit their
kegs and bales under the chalk which formed the apparent cargo of the
sloop that pitched below in the light grey waters. As the fog disclosed
more and more of the expanse, two or three of the men fixed their
glasses from behind different projections, anxious to be assured that
the lugger, which had approached under cover of the darkness, was
scudding away before the light. She was just visible when the whole
horizon became clear, making all speed towards her native coast. Though
there was reason to hope that all was safe, as far as she was concerned,
there was danger that the smuggling party might be surprised by the
apparition of the revenue cutter from the east or the west, before all
needful precautions were taken; and there was a prodigious stir among
the more active and the more timid of the party. Within half an hour the
fire was put out, and the embers scattered to the winds; the men
wandered off in different directions, and nobody remained amidst the
wild scene but Mr. Pim, who looked about him and whistled to the
sea-birds, and Mrs. Draper, who lingered behind the rest of the gipsy
party, to seek satisfaction to her maternal and friendly solicitudes
about the progress of her child and the Faas at the school.
By dint of many questions, she learned that the young people were likely
to be excellent Christians, as they were very ready at the Bible; highly
moral, as they were always whipped when they did wrong; as patriotic as
if they had not belonged to a foreign tribe, since they lost no
opportunity of insulting the Preventive men; and finally, very
scholastic, as they had learned to sit still by the half hour together,
which had at first appeared a point impossible of achievement. The
mother's heart was so elated with this report, and Pim found it so much
pleasanter to walk and whistle in the wintry sunshine than to play the
pedagogue, that the discourse was prolonged far beyond the hour when his
duties ought to begin; he comforting himself with the assurance that
Rebecca would take care that the little things had something to do.
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