The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novelHolmes, Mary Jane
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The Cameron pride; or, purified by suffering : $b A novel
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century
The next day had been set apart by Mattie for showing their guest the
city, and possibly calling on Mrs. Wilford; but the poor old lady,
unused to travel and excitement, was too tired to go out, and stayed at
home the entire day, watching the crowds of people in the street, and
occasionally wishing herself back in the clean, bright kitchen, where
the windows looked out upon woods and fields instead of that
never-ceasing rush which made her dizzy and faint. On the whole she was
as nearly homesick as she well could be, and so when Mattie asked if she
would like to go out that evening, she caught eagerly at the idea, as it
involved a change, and again the opera came before her mind, in spite of
her attempts to thrust it away.
“Did ’Tilda know if Katy went to the opera now? Did she s’pose she would
be there to-night? Was it far to the show? What was the price?—and was
it a very wicked place?”
To all these queries Mattie answered readily. She presumed Katy would be
there, as it was a new opera. It was not so very far. Distance in the
city was nothing, and it was not a wicked place; but over the price
Mattie faltered. Tickets for Aunt Betsy, herself and Tom, who of course
must go with them, would cost more than her father had to give. The
theatre was preferable, as that came within their means, and she
suggested Wallack’s, but from that Aunt Betsy recoiled as from
Pandemonium itself.
“Catch _her_ at a theatre—a deacon’s sister, looked up to for a sample,
and who run once for Vice-President of the Sewing Society in Silverton!
It was too terrible to think of.” But the opera seemed different. Helen
went there; it could not be very wrong, particularly as the tickets were
so high, and taking out her purse, Aunt Betsy counted its contents
carefully, holding the bills thoughtfully for a moment, while she seemed
to be balancing between what she knew was safe and what she feared might
be wrong, at least in the eyes of Silverton.
“But Silverton will never know it,” the tempter whispered, “and it is
worth something to see the girls in full dress.”
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