Lady Betty's governess : $b or, The Corbet chroniclesGuernsey, Lucy Ellen
History
Lady Betty's governess : $b or, The Corbet chronicles
Guernsey, Lucy Ellen
Governesses -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649 -- Juvenile fiction
"That is out of the question, sister! I am surprised that you should
think of such a thing. It is not reasonable to expect my aunt to burden
herself with the whole family. I am sure you might be satisfied with
what she has done already."
"Heighty-tighty!" said my aunt. "In London we don't suffer young folks
to check and reprove their elders in that kind of fashion, especially
those who have been kind to them!"
Felicia looked a good deal taken aback, and muttered something about
not liking to see goodness imposed upon.
Whereupon, my aunt said something sharply. "Take care you don't impose
upon it, then! As for me, I am able to answer for myself, and I don't
fancy having words either taken out of my mouth or put into it!"
It was Felicia's cue to seem all amiability before my aunt, so she
made no reply. But as we went to supper, she took an opportunity to
say to me, "You have used your time well, Peggy, and played your cards
cleverly. You have set my aunt against me already, I see."
I would not answer her, for I was determined not to quarrel on the last
day, and I suppose she thought it would not be very good policy for
herself, for she put on a very dignified and resentful air, and went
to bed without speaking to me again. I was not sorry, for I was afraid
of one of her outbursts, which somehow put me beside myself. The next
day they went away, and before they left, Felicia told me, with great
solemnity, that she forgave me for all my ill offices to her, and she
hoped I should do well in my new station. She thought I might, if I
would only curb my temper, and learn to forbear mischief-making and
tale-bearing. All this she said before Aunt Willson. I was very angry,
but I was determined to keep the peace, so I only laughed and thanked
her for her good advice.
Aunt Willson kissed me most kindly, and put a little purse into my
hand, whispering, as she did so:
"This is for thine own pocket, chick. Never mind Felicia. I understand
all about it. Keep a good heart, and remember that, as long as I live,
you have a friend at need. I will never see your good mother want, I
promise you that."
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