English fiction -- Scottish authors; Scottish fiction; Short stories, English -- Scottish authors; Short stories, Scottish
After that conversation, under the blissful prognostication of her
laird’s finding new beauties in her every day, Peggy consented to
learn to put up her hair like Primrose’s, in a modified version of
some becoming mode of the time, and thus came considerably nearer in
appearance to the conventional lady of her generation. So with her
clothes: Primrose taught Peggy how to choose them, and how to wear them.
Strange as it may sound, it was not otherwise with her mind; for Peggy
had received the good, solid, parish education of a Scotch child a
hundred years ago. Her constant study of the Bible had trained her
intellect, so far as it went, as well as her heart. Her familiarity
with the Hebrew prophets and poets, with old Scotch ballads, and
with the exquisite songs which Burns was then causing to flood the
whole country, from castle to cottage, had cultivated her imagination
and taste. Peggy entered with positive zest into the new world of
literature, didactic and fanciful, to which Primrose introduced her. To
the teacher’s joyful surprise, and a little to her bewilderment, Peggy
was far more impressed and enthralled by a book than Kirsty Forsyth had
ever been. Peggy listened with the most respectful attention to the
advice of Hannah More and Dr. Gregory. She hung on Richardson’s and
Fanny Burney’s stories. She was wrapped up in the fortunes of Harriet
Byron, Clementina and Evelina, though their spheres were so different,
and the ‘_ma foi_’ of Evelina’s aunt, with the cockney follies of her
cousins might have been Greek or Latin, or the practices of Timbuctoo
to Peggy. Still she had perfect, comprehensive sympathy for each
heroine. Primrose’s entire heart was won by Peggy’s unexpected openness
to Primrose’s beloved books.
Another gift of Peggy’s was susceptible of training. Under Primrose’s
judicious direction Peggy’s singing became greatly improved, and
brought on a par with that of the chief young lady vocalists round
Craigie. Peggy’s broad Doric did not interfere in the least with this
accomplishment, for she sang Scotch songs, and her mother tongue only
enabled her to give them with truer effect.
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