Governesses -- Fiction; Love stories; New England -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
During the vacation Jessie spent a part of the time with her, but Agnes
resolutely resisted all Guy’s entreaties that she should at least call
on Maddy, who had expressed a wish to see her, and who, on account of
her grandfather’s health, and the childishness with which Uncle Joseph
clung to her, could not well go up to Aikenside. Agnes would not go to
Honedale neither would she give other reasons for the obstinacy than the
apparently foolish one that she did not wish to see a crazy man, as such
things made her nervous. Still, she did not object to Jessie’s going as
often as she liked, and she sent by her many little delicacies from
Aikenside, some for grandpa, but most for Uncle Joseph, who prized
highly everything coming from “the Madam,” and sent back to her more
than one strangely-worded message, which made the proud woman’s eyes
overflow when sure that no one could see her.
But this kind of intercourse came to an end at last. The vacation was
over, Jessie had gone back to school, and Maddy began in sober earnest
the new life before her. Flora, it is true, relieved her of all
household drudgery, but no one could share the burden of care and
anxiety pressing so heavily upon her; anxiety for her grandfather, whose
health seemed failing so fast, and who always looked so disturbed if a
shadow were resting on her bright face, or her voice was less cheerful
in its tone; and care for the imbecile Joseph, who clung to her as a
child clings to its mother, refusing to be cared for by any one else,
and often requiring of her more than her strength could endure for a
great length of time. She gave him his breakfast in the morning, amused
him through the day, and then after he was in bed at night often sat by
his side till a late hour, singing to him old songs, or telling Bible
stories until he fell asleep. Then if he woke, as he frequently did,
there was a cry for Maddy, and the soothing process had to be repeated,
until the tired, pale watcher ceased to wonder that her grandmother had
died so suddenly, wondering rather that she had lived so long and borne
so much.
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