It was a Lover and His LassOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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It was a Lover and His Lass
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"Oh! I think I have heard that," Mrs. Stormont said.
Now it was very well known that the minister's wife in her day had been
a little person full of flirtations and naughtiness; and there was a
good deal of significance in the tone in which the other lady spoke.
But Mrs. Seton was clothed in armour of proof, and knew no harm of
herself.
"I will never deny it," she said. "I was at every dance I could
hear of. And Katie would be just the same, only that there are no
dances--except the bit little things, which are not to be called
dances, which we give ourselves. I will take her to the Hunt Ball when
she is old enough; but it is not the like of that a young creature
wants. She wants just her fun and a little movement; and to have
something to talk about among her friends. Oh! the chatter they will
keep up when two or three of them get together. You would think my
little tea-parties were grand balls, nothing less."
"I consider them far more dangerous than your grand balls," said Mrs.
Stormont. "The young men, when they go to the Hunt Ball, are on their
guard; but he must be a very suspicious person who would take such
precautions for a tea-party at the manse."
"It would be quite out of the question: precautions!" Mrs. Seton cried.
"Two or three boys and girls thinking of nothing but what a bonnie
waltz that is, or whose steps go best together."
She laughed, but Mrs. Stormont did not laugh. She sat very upright in
her chair, and went on with her knitting without the relaxation of a
feature.
"I am thinking," she said, after a pause, "if I keep well, of seeing a
little company myself."
"Dear me! that will be a great pleasure to the young people to hear of."
"Oh, I'll not enter into competition with you," said Mrs. Stormont,
coldly. "But Philip is not just in the boy and girl category. It's for
his sake that I think it's necessary to see a few of my old county
friends."
Mrs. Seton, though she was piqued, was equal to the occasion.
"That's quite a different thing, to be sure," she said, "from the
parish. I may not be very quick in the uptake, but of course I can see
that."
"On the contrary, I would say you were very quick in the uptake,"
said Mrs. Stormont; "there is nobody but knows it. It is not the same
as just the neighbours in the parish; but I need not say that the
clergyman, especially when he's respected like Mr. Seton, and his
family are always included."
"That's very kind," said Mrs. Seton. "If it is to be soon, however, I'm
afraid we will not have the pleasure; we are going to pay some summer
visits, my husband and me, and I think we'll take Katie with us. It's
time she were seeing a little of the world."
"Bless me! at sixteen, what does a girl want with seeing the world?"
Mrs. Stormont cried.
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