The Flower of the Flock, Volume 2 (of 3)Egan, Pierce
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The Flower of the Flock, Volume 2 (of 3)
Egan, Pierce
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And she kept her word, At first she looked upon every feature of her
altered position with wonder; the novelty of the circumstances by which
she was surrounded helped in some degree to alleviate her anguish, and
served to teach her a lesson of life she could scarcely have obtained
through any other medium. Everything about her was different to what she
had been accustomed. Life itself seemed to be squeezed into such narrow
limits. The rooms, the sparse furniture, the appointments at meals, even
the meals themselves, with no one to wait at table to hand anything,
all seemed small and poverty-stricken, and she kept wondering why the
apartments should be so cramped, and why the comforts and the luxuries
she had possessed at home were not here.
She even hinted so much to Lotte, who explained to her that the
distinction was occasioned by the difference of income. Poor Lotte!
she had flattered herself that her little room was a small terrestrial
paradise. However, she did not spare herself, but went so much into her
own circumstances as to show that, by incessant labour, she realised an
income which, when fairly, justly, and economically apportioned, enabled
her to accomplish--no more than Helen saw around her.
Helen heard the amount of her weekly earnings with an air of
incredulity.
“Can it be possible, that you toil so long and so wearily for a sum so
small?” she asked.
“Ah, but I am rather fortunate,” said Lotte, with a cheerful smile, and
added with a grave and thoughtful face--“Oh, Miss Grahame, many, many
hundred girls and women, some with families, work harder and longer
hours than I do, for less than half that sum.”
“And I have, in a moment, squandered thrice that amount on the veriest
trifles, upon which I have not looked a second time,” said Helen, with a
deep sigh.
Lotte changed the conversation, and perceiving as well as conceiving how
much Helen would feel the change from her splendid home to these humble
apartments, did all in her power, by cheerfulness of manner and by
paying her every attention, to lighten her care and to make her moments
pass at least peacefully.
She had to work later at night and to submit to some small privations,
of which Helen knew nothing, to accomplish her generous kindness; but
she felt rewarded in seeing that Helen was softened by her considerate
and thoughtful conduct, in noting too that the dull, settled cloud upon
her brow was gradually passing away.
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