Domestic fiction; Sisters -- Fiction; Women -- England -- Fiction
But nothing had happened to her. Gradually she had obtained a sure
ascendency over her mother, yet without seeking it, merely as the
outcome of time's influences on her and on her mother respectively.
Gradually she had gained skill and use in the management of her
household and of her share of the shop, so that these machines ran
smoothly and effectively and a sudden contretemps no longer frightened
her. Gradually she had constructed a chart of Samuel's individuality,
with the submerged rocks and perilous currents all carefully marked, so
that she could now voyage unalarmed in those seas. But nothing
happened. Unless their visits to Buxton could be called happenings!
Decidedly the visit to Buxton was the one little hill that rose out of
the level plain of the year. They had formed the annual habit of going
to Buxton for ten days. They had a way of saying: "Yes, we always go to
Buxton. We went there for our honeymoon, you know." They had become
confirmed Buxtonites, with views concerning St. Anne's Terrace, the
Broad Walk and Peel's Cavern. They could not dream of deserting their
Buxton. It was the sole possible resort. Was it not the highest town in
England? Well, then! They always stayed at the same lodgings, and grew
to be special favourites of the landlady, who whispered of them to all
her other guests as having come to her house for their honeymoon, and
as never missing a year, and as being most respectable, superior people
in quite a large way of business. Each year they walked out of Buxton
station behind their luggage on a truck, full of joy and pride because
they knew all the landmarks, and the lie of all the streets, and which
were the best shops.
At the beginning, the notion of leaving the shop to hired custody had
seemed almost fantastic, and the preparations for absence had been very
complicated. Then it was that Miss Insull had detached herself from the
other young lady assistants as a creature who could be absolutely
trusted. Miss Insull was older than Constance; she had a bad
complexion, and she was not clever, but she was one of your reliable
ones. The six years had witnessed the slow, steady rise of Miss Insull.
Her employers said 'Miss Insull' in a tone quite different from that in
which they said 'Miss Hawkins,' or 'Miss Dadd.' 'Miss Insull' meant the
end of a discussion. 'Better tell Miss Insull.' 'Miss Insull will see
to that.' 'I shall ask Miss Insull.' Miss Insull slept in the house ten
nights every year. Miss Insull had been called into consultation when
it was decided to engage a fourth hand in the shape of an apprentice.
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