Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Grandmothers -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh! it was all my own fault," admitted Monica, frankly. "I was warned
that the pony might bite, but, of course, I didn’t think he would! In
fact, I ought not to have gone into the stables at all." And she looked
up saucily into the kind old face bending over her. But the expression
in the keen eyes which looked searchingly at her made her lower her own,
while something akin to shame filled her heart.
"I suspect the colonel would say that obedience was one of the first
duties of a recruit," he said, slowly; "at any rate, it is one of the
hardest lessons that a soldier of the King of kings has to learn. My
lassie," he added, tenderly, but solemnly, as he smoothed her ruffled
hair with a fatherly touch, "how much longer are you going on fighting
against Him? Why don’t you surrender arms, and begin to fight for Him,
and with Him? You see, I know that I am talking to a soldier’s
daughter. Won’t you think about what I have said?" And he took up his
hat and gloves, preparatory to departing.
Monica, remembering her father’s last letter, thought how strange it was
that the old doctor should speak in the same strain, but she was too shy
to mention it, and Dr. Marley feeling that, at any rate, the seed had
been sown in the rebellious young heart, forbore to say more. But as he
drove on to his next patient he prayed that it might take root; for the
old doctor had known Colonel Beauchamp since he was a little lad, and he
took a warm interest in his only child.
Monica passed a bad five minutes in her grandmother’s room after the
doctor had gone, but the influence of his words remained with her, and
she refrained from being saucy or off-hand. Indeed, Mrs. Beauchamp
began to fear that the accident had made her really ill, so wonderfully
subdued and penitent was she.
Considering that she would have to bear the pain and inconvenience of
her injured hand for some little time, the old lady excused Monica from
further punishment, on condition that she did not disobey again. Fully
intending at the moment to keep her promise, Monica said she would
remember her grandmother’s wishes in future, and the latter dismissed
her, feeling more hopeful about her grandchild than she had done for a
long time.
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