The schoolmaster's trunk, containing papers on home-life in Tweenit — John Shaqi
The schoolmaster's trunk, containing papers on home-life in TweenitDiaz, Abby Morton
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The schoolmaster's trunk, containing papers on home-life in Tweenit
Diaz, Abby Morton
Country life -- Juvenile fiction
I found my friend Mrs. Royal staying there the last time I called.
She is quite enthusiastic about Mr. Fennel Payne, and, finding that I
sympathize in her enthusiasm, has kindly lent me these extracts, copied
from letters which a young friend of hers received from Adeline’s
sister, one Miss Vining. They eulogize Fennel Payne, and, at the same
time, solve the great knife mystery.
EXTRACTS.
... “Pretty scenery, river, meadow, woods beyond. They live up stairs,
have one cooking-room, one sitting-room, two sleeping-rooms, with
garret privileges, and the right to wash in the sink-room, down below,
the second pleasant day after Sunday. Adeline does her own work, and
takes care of little Adeline and Buddy, as they call baby. He is--but,
as the girl in the book says, there never will be a word invented
adequate to describe your sister’s baby. No, there never will. And such
a husband as Adeline has got! Oh, I tell you there are not many Fennel
Paynes in this world! Oh, they two do take such comfort! Why, the very
atmosphere of the house is full of comfort, and you have to breathe it
in.
“Fennel comes home from work at evening, and settles himself down with
an air of intense satisfaction, as if this were for him the only spot
in all the world. Sometimes he undresses Buddy, Adeline, meanwhile,
stepping about, doing up the work, going sideways so as to keep her
eyes on them, and telling over all the cunning things baby and little
Adeline have committed during the day. At last baby’s father, after
fumbling at the nightgown strings, and tying them in a single bow-knot,
covers him over like a cocoon. Then lullaby, hushaby, softly and
gently. Fennel’s low tones are wonderfully sweet; and now and then
Adeline joins in ‘with sweet accord.’ I tell you ’tis such a perfect
taking comfort, it almost brings the tears to my eyes. That baby’s
slumbers ought to be sweet, thus watched and tended. But it is so funny
to see a man try to glide! In Fennel’s tiptoe performances he seems to
be putting himself universally out of joint....
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