The Chevalier's daughter : $b or, An exile for the truthGuernsey, Lucy Ellen
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The Chevalier's daughter : $b or, An exile for the truth
Guernsey, Lucy Ellen
France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Juvenile fiction; Historical fiction; Huguenots -- France -- Juvenile fiction
Margaret, however, had lately taken the school in hand, moved thereto
by something she had read, and also by Andrew's wish for a better state
of things. He had seen in the American colonies day-schools established
for all sorts of children, and he wished for something of the same sort
at Tre Madoc. So Margaret had persuaded the dame to take home an orphan
grandniece, a clever girl who had lived a while at the court, and the
old woman easily fell into the way of letting this girl, Peggy Mellish
by name, have most of the charge of the school.
Margaret herself went every other day, to inspect the sewing and
spinning, and to hear the children say their horn-book and teach them
their Belief and Commandments. * By and by she would have me join her
in this work. I was fond of walking and of children; my mother and
Andrew favored the plan, and so I took hold of it with great zeal, and
after a few visits along with Margaret to learn her ways, I even took
charge of the school on alternate days, and soon knew as much about the
families of the children, their wants and ways, as Margaret herself.
* A horn-book was a printed sheet containing the alphabet and some
other lessons, protected from moist little lingers by a sheet of
transparent horn.
Thus it came to pass that Betty was in a manner left out in the cold.
It was her own fault, I must needs say, for she laughed equally at
Meg's and my teaching and Rosamond's learning; but she was not any more
pleased for that; and so, partly from idleness, partly for revenge, she
set herself to make mischief between Andrew and me. But I must put off
the relation to another chapter.
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CHAPTER XII.
MISCHIEF.
I HAVE said that my mother was very unwell for a time after her arrival
at Tre Madoc, and my aunt feared she would go off in a quick decline.
But by degrees she recovered strength again, so as to walk into the
garden to help my aunt in the still-room and dairy occupations, of
which she was very fond, and after a while to ride the easy old pony as
far as the village, to see some of the sick and old people.
An accident had happened to Andrew's ship, the Enterprise, which had
put off her sailing for some weeks. We were all very glad of the
respite, my mother especially, to whom Andrew was most devoted—more so
than to myself, which was very sensible of him. He used to walk at her
bridle-rein, gather flowers for her, and in short, pay her a great many
attentions which were more lover-like than filial. He had never again
spoken to me on the subject of marriage, and always sharply hushed up
any allusion to the matter on the part of other members of the family;
and though he was very kind and very attentive to my comfort, it was
more as a brother than a lover.
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