Little Eyebright and her pund o' careGiberne, Agnes
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Little Eyebright and her pund o' care
Giberne, Agnes
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Domestic fiction; Friendship -- Juvenile fiction; Money -- Juvenile fiction
"He might take a holiday if needful. Still, I would not in your place
give much for the opinion of 'everybody.' What does your doctor say?"
"Colin has not been to the doctor lately. He doesn't want to run up
bills, but he looks so ill, I quite dread to see him come in! And Ken's
cough frightens me. He has kept it on the whole summer, and now we
are half-way through September. I suppose he won't lose it before the
winter; and a boy is so exposed to risks . . . And in the middle of all
my worries, my cook has given me warning, just because she wants to
get married. It is hard, when she suited me so nicely, and when I have
so many things weighing on me! And my housemaid has a bad finger, and
can't do half her work . . . And then there is Euphrasia."
"What of Euphrasia? Nothing wrong there surely! Euphrasia looks the
picture of health."
"Oh, as to health—yes, she is well enough. It isn't that, but I do
get so disappointed. I suppose one must expect to be disappointed. I
did think it would be such a comfort to have a daughter at home with
her education done and no lessons, and plenty of time to help me: and
really Euphrasia is as busy as Flo, and not half so pleasant. It is a
sort of way with her—answering so shortly, I mean—but I always do feel
hurt. And then she likes her own way so much! Girls do, I suppose,
pretty nearly always. Flo is different, but then Flo always 'was' a
little angel. It quite frightens me sometimes, she is so good."
"Euphrasia does not frighten you, apparently, in that respect. However,
girls ought not to be too busy to help their mothers."
"Oh, I don't say she is. She means to do right, I dare say. Of course,
she doesn't want to neglect her duties. Only I suppose I'm too
sensitive: and then there is a grudging sort of manner; not that she
means it so, I dare say. It is only awkwardness, only I can't help
noticing. And to have her going away already, just when I was beginning
to find her useful—"
"Going where?"
"It's an invitation from a school friend, Letitia Johnston. Euphrasia
is so odd; she makes hardly any friends. She only has this one, and
really I don't know anything about the girl's family. There's been a
sort of promise that Euphrasia should pay them a visit when she had
done with school, and now Colin says we can't well refuse. We had
Letitia here once for a week; and she seemed nice, rather. But still—"
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