Australia -- Fiction; Family life -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Mothers -- Fiction
I certainly did not see it. He had served us well, no doubt, and we had
paid him well; each side had done its part in a generous and
conscientious spirit. I considered he had no more claim on us now than
the thousands of passengers Tom had carried when he was a sea captain
had on him. I am sure no doctor in the world can match a ship's
commander of the most common type for self-denying devotion to the cause
of duty. But, seeing Tom so inclined to be cross and unreasonable, I
thought it better to say no more. We returned to the sty to select the
piglet that was to be killed, and in my own mind I selected the guest
who should make the table symmetrical. I knew that Harry would only
rejoice to see another friend, and it was due to Phyllis to provide her
as well as the others with a companion. It was also an opportunity which
I did not feel it right to miss for serving her interests in other ways.
I am not one of those vulgar match-makers who are the laughing-stock of
the young men, and properly so--quite the contrary, indeed: no one can
accuse _me_ of scheming to get my daughters married. Still, they must be
married some day--or should be, in the order of nature--and surely to
goodness a mother is permitted to safeguard, to some extent, a
thoughtless and ignorant girl against the greatest of all the perils
that her inexperience of life can expose her to. Not for the world would
I force her inclination in any way, but there is a difference between
doing that and letting her make a fool of herself with the first casual
puppy in coat and trousers that crosses her path. The duty of parents is
to protect their adolescent children from themselves, as it were, in
this incalculably important matter; that is to say, to keep their path
clear of acquaintanceships from which undesirable complications might
result, while encouraging innocent friendships that may develop with
impunity. Otherwise, what's the use of being parents at all? Your
children might as well be orphans, and better. I neglected this duty,
certainly, when I allowed Harry and Emily Blount to have access to each
other; but then a son is not like a daughter--you can't be always
overlooking him--and that affair was a lesson to me. I determined to be
more vigilant in Phyllis's case.
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