The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
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The Child of the Moat: A Story for Girls. 1557 A.D.
Stoughton Holborn, I. B. (Ian Bernard)
Adventure stories; Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Mary I, 1553-1558 -- Juvenile fiction
She soon fell under Aline’s spell and the two girls became fast
friends. Except in appearance and physique Aline was much in advance of
her age; and her recent experiences had matured her view of life. The
girls occupied the same room and were continually together when they
could not be with Ian. Ian sometimes felt even a little touch of envy;
he had come to regard Aline almost as though she specially belonged to
him.
It was a time of considerable trouble and anxiety, both in public and
private affairs, yet it was a very happy household in spite of all
their troubles and difficulties. Ian was very slow in recovering his
strength. Excitement had carried him through, but the collapse was all
the more severe when it came. For two months he could move but little;
however, he gradually began to be able to take short strolls out of
doors.
Even before this he had set his mind to see what could be done to
save the remnant of the estates. Rigid economy had to be practised,
for he was determined that property that had been in the family for
hundreds of years should not go if possible. Unfortunately only a small
portion, even of the fragment, happened to be protected by entail.
Consequently he found it necessary to reduce the fragment still further
by selling two estates that had been acquired by his grandfather.
They were so heavily burdened that the margin was very small, but it
enabled him to prevent the foreclosure of his most pressing creditors.
All the retainers and servants were dismissed except one serving man
and a maid, the horses were sold and the castle was all shut up except
the hall, the library and a few bedrooms. The arras, the plate and
everything of value except the heirlooms were sold. The only thing Ian
retained was a famous sword, given to him by the Regent Arran for his
services against the Lords Wharton and Grey. It was of immense value,
magnificently jewelled. He took it out and looked at it. No, he could
not part with that. It was too full of association and interest.
The household arrangements were simplified to the barest necessities.
The girls did the housework and Ian himself, when necessary, assisted
the serving man. He wore the simplest homespun and his sister dressed
as plainly as possible. Ian refused to allow his mother to wear the
things that the rest of them did, because, he said, they all had the
future before them in a way that she had not.
She smiled and kissed him, and assured him that she would be quite
happy whatever she wore, as she had her dear son back again, and she
chaffingly impressed upon him that it was still long before she would
be an old lady.
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