Lewie; Or, The Bended TwigBradford, Sarah H. (Sarah Hopkins)
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Lewie; Or, The Bended Twig
Bradford, Sarah H. (Sarah Hopkins)
Fiction
Though younger by some years than the youngest of the Miss Fairlands,
there was a dignified self-possession about Agnes, which was quite
astonishing to them. Though rather of the _hoyden-ish_ class
themselves, they could not fail at once to recognize the air of
refinement which marks the true lady, and while intending by their own
appearance to over-awe the new governess, they were so completely taken
by surprise by her perfect ease and composure of manner, that they
alone appeared stiff and awkward, and she unembarrassed and easy.
And this was the prim old-maidish governess they had been expecting!
this fresh, blooming, lovely looking girl! It was by no means a
pleasant surprise to the Misses Fairland. However, she was nothing but
a _governess_ after all; and could easily be kept in the back ground;
it was to Be hoped she would know her place and keep it.
The Misses Fairland made the mistake very common with persons of weak
mind, and little cultivation at that, and instead of judging of others
by their intrinsic worth, character, or intellect, formed their
estimate only by the outward circumstances in which they found them.
Had this same Agnes Elwyn come to make a visit to her far away cousins,
in her own carriage, and surrounded by external marks of wealth, they
would have been ready to fall down and worship her; but coming as a
_governess,_ and by the _stage,_ what notice could she expect from the
Misses Fairland! These young ladies had so often been made wretched, by
intentional slights from those in whose sphere they had aspired to
move, that they did not doubt Agnes would be rendered equally
uncomfortable by their own neglect.
The tea-bell rang, and the Misses Fairland hastened to take off their
bonnets and soon re-appeared at the tea-table, where they took up the
entire conversation, telling of all they had heard and seen, in their
calls through the village. For like the ancient Athenians, these young
ladies literally “spent their time in nothing else, but to hear or to
tell of some new thing.”
In the midst of the conversation there was a sudden bustle, and Tiney
rose hastily from the table. Her father immediately left his chair, and
went round to her place, and took her by the arm. There was a ghastly
and disturbed look about poor Tiney’s face, and an expression of
terrible malignity about her eye, and as she passed the chairs of her
little sisters, one screamed loudly and then the other, and when she
came near Agnes, it was with great difficulty that she too could resist
the inclination to scream with the pain, caused by a terrible pinch
from the fingers of Tiney, which left its mark upon her arm for many
days.
Mr. Fairland led the child from the room, and as the door closed after
them, Agnes heard a succession of the most piercing shrieks, as if all
the strength of the sufferer’s lungs were expended upon each one.
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