The Palace Beautiful: A Story for GirlsMeade, L. T.
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The Palace Beautiful: A Story for Girls
Meade, L. T.
England -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction; Sisters -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
Mr. Ellsworthy was at least twenty years older than his wife--a
reserved individual, with a rather long and melancholy face. Mrs.
Ellsworthy was plump, and round, and pretty--kittenish some people
called her.
She was certainly fond of emphasizing her words, and of going into
raptures, and her husband now only raised his eyebrows, and said,
"Well, Kate?" in a somewhat lethargic voice.
Mrs. Ellsworthy left her seat, and drew a small easy-chair close to
the fire, for though the weather was hot Mrs. Ellsworthy always
insisted on indulging in this evening luxury.
Planting herself luxuriously in this chair, the little lady began her
narrative.
"Now, Joseph, I will tell you my story. Do you remember that
outlandish-looking governess who came up here for a week to try to
keep Frankie in order before we sent him to school? Oh, what a
blessing it is to have that boy at school! Do you remember Miss
Martineau, Joseph?"
"There was an authoress of the name, my love; but surely she died
before we came to Shortlands?"
"Joseph, how stupid you are! I mean a dear, obsolete creature in the
village. However, it is not the slightest matter whether you remember
her or not. She came here again this morning, and begged of me to
interest myself in the cause of three destitute orphans who lived in a
little house in the village. She spoke most kindly about them, but
said they were a little unfinished, and not, in her opinion, very
capable; but she described them as pretty and young, and, oh, so
appallingly poor! And somehow the good old creature touched my heart,
and I said I would certainly help them. I ordered the carriage and
drove into the village. I expected to see--well, you know, the sort of
girl who is likely to be found in a little village like Rosebury,
Joseph--the awkward and shy young miss. I imagined them as being so
grateful for my notice; indeed, a little overpowered; for, you know, I
don't know the Rosebury folk. Well, my dear, what do you think I
found?"
"It is really difficult to tell, Kate. I should judge, however, from
your excited manner and your unusual enthusiasm, that you found young
ladies."
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