Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's BroodYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's Brood
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Religious fiction
“Perhaps it is my cockney ignorance,” said Caroline, beginning to
breathe freely, and thinking it would have been less oppressive if
Sua Serenita would have either laughed or scolded, instead of gravely
leading her past the red-baize door which shut out the lower regions
to the room where white armies of jam-pots stood marshalled, and in the
midst two or three baskets of big yellow plums, which awoke in her a
remembrance of their name, and set her laughing, thanking, and preparing
to carry home the basket.
This, however, as she was instantly reminded, was not country-town
manners. The gardener was to be sent with them, and Ellen herself would
copy out the recipe, and by-and-by bring it, with full directions.
Each lady felt herself magnanimously forbearing, as Caroline went
home to the lessons, and Ellen repaired to her husband on his morning
inspection of his hens and chickens.
“Poor thing,” she said, “there are great allowances to be made for her.
I believe she wishes to do right.”
“She knows how to teach,” rejoined the Colonel. “Bobus is nearly at the
head of the school, and Johnny has improved greatly since he has been so
much with her.”
“Johnny was always clever,” said his mother. “For my part, I had rather
see them playing at good honest games than messing about with that
museum nonsense. The boys did not do half so much mischief, nor destroy
so many clothes, before they were always running down to the Pagoda. And
as to this setting up a school, you would never consent to have Joe’s
wife doing that!”
“There is no real need.”
“None at all, if she only would--if she only knew how to attend to her
proper duties.”
“At the same time, I should be very glad of an excuse for making her
an advance, enough to meet the weekly bills, till her rent comes in, so
that she may not begin a debt. Could you not send the girls to her for a
few hours every day?”
“That’s not so bad as her taking pupils, for nobody need know that she
was paid for it,” said his wife, considering. “I don’t believe it will
answer, or that she will ever keep to it steadily; but it can hardly
hurt the children to try, if Jessie has an eye on Essie and Ellie. I
will not have them brought on too fast, nor taught Latin, and all that
poor little Babie is learning. I am sure it is dreadful to hear that
child talk. I am always expecting that she will have water on the
brain.”
The decision, which really involved a sacrifice and a certain sense of
risk on the part of these good people, was conveyed in a note, together
with a recipe for the preservation of magnum bonums, and a very liberal
cheque in advance for the first quarter of her three pupils, stipulating
that no others should be admitted, that the terms should be kept secret,
that the hours should be regular, and above all, that the pupils should
not be forced.
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