Rosamond, or, the Youthful Error: A Tale of Riverside; And Other StoriesHolmes, Mary Jane
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Rosamond, or, the Youthful Error: A Tale of Riverside; And Other Stories
Holmes, Mary Jane
Fiction
The last notes of the bell which duly summoned to their task the
pupils of Madame Duvant's fashionable seminary had ceased, and in the
school-room, recently so silent, was heard the low hum of voices,
interspersed occasionally with a suppressed titter from some girl more
mischievous than her companions. Very complacently Madame Duvant
looked over the group of young faces, mentally estimating the probable
gain she should receive from each, for this was the first day of the
term, then with a few low-spoken words to the row of careworn, pale-
faced teachers, she smoothed down the folds of her heavy gray satin
and left the room, just as a handsome traveling-carriage stopped
before the door.
The new arrival proved to be a fashionably-dressed woman, who, with an
air of extreme hauteur, swept into the parlor, followed by two young
girls, one apparently sixteen and the other fourteen years of age. The
younger and, as some would call her, the plainer looking of the two,
was unmistakably a "poor relation," for her face bore the meek,
patient look of a dependent, while the proud black eyes and scornfully
curved lip of the other, marked her as the daughter of the lady, who,
after glancing about the room and satisfying herself that the chairs,
tables, and so forth, were _refined_, gave her name as "Mrs.
Greenleaf, wife of the Hon. Mr. Greenleaf, of Herkimer county, N.Y."
"I have come," said she, apparently speaking to Madame Duvant, but
looking straight at the window, "I've come to place my daughter
Arabella under your charge, and if she is pleased with your
discipline, she will finish her education here--graduate--though I
care but little for that, except that it sounds well. She is our only
child, and, of course, a thorough education in the lower English
branches is not at all necessary. I wish her to be highly accomplished
in French, Italian, music, drawing, painting, dancing, and, perhaps,
learn something of the old poets, so as to be able to talk about them
a little, if necessary, but as for the other branches, such as
geography, history, arithmetic, grammar, and the like, she can learn
them by herself, and it is not my wish that she should waste her time
over any thing so common. These will do for Mildred," and she glanced
toward the _poor relation_, whose eyes were bent upon the carpet.
"She is the child of my husband's sister, and we have concluded to
educate her for a teacher, so I wish, you to be very thorough with her
in all those stupid things which Arabella is not to study."
Madame Duvant bowed, and Mrs. Greenleaf continued, "Last term they
were at Bloomington Seminary, and, if you'll believe it, the principal
insisted upon putting Arabella into the spelling-class, just because
she didn't chance to spell every word of her first composition
correctly! I dare say it was more Mildred's fault than hers, for she
acknowledged to me that 'twas one of Mildred's old pieces that she
found and copied."
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