The Stokesley SecretYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Stokesley Secret
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Family -- Juvenile fiction
THE most part of church-time Johnnie was eating Nurse Freeman’s
plum-cake. Perhaps this did not make him any easier in the conscience,
but he had a very unlucky sentiment, that as he was already naughty and
in disgrace, it was of no use to take the trouble of being good till he
could make a fresh beginning; and after what the Grevilles had said, he
did not think that would be till Papa and Mamma came home; he did not at
all mean to give in to a girl that was not even twenty. So he would not
turn to the only wise thing he could have done, the learning of his
Collect, but he teased Nurse out of more cake and more, and got what play
he could out of little George, and that was not much, for Johnnie was not
in a temper to be pleasant with a little one.
Coming home from church, Collects were to be learnt and said before tea:
but Hal, after glancing over his own, took up his cap and said, “Come
along, Sam, Purday will be feeding the pigs; I want to choose the size of
ours.”
“I’ve not done,” said Sam.
“Papa never said we were to say them to Miss Fosbrook.”
“He meant it though,” was all Sam’s answer. “Don’t hinder me.”
“Well, I’ve no notion of being bound by what people mean,” continued Hal;
and no one could imagine the torment he made himself, neither going nor
staying, arguing the matter with his elder brother, as if Sam’s coming
would justify him, and interrupting everyone; till at last Miss Fosbrook
gathered all her spirit, and ordered him either to sit down and learn
properly at once, or to go quite away. She was very much vexed, for
Henry had been the most obliging and good-natured of all at first, and
likely to be fond of her; but such a great talker could not fail to be
weak, and his vanity had been set against her. He looked saucy at first,
and much inclined to resist; if he had seen any sympathy for him in Sam
he might have done so, but Miss Fosbrook’s steady eye was too much for
him, so he saved his dignity, as he thought, by exclaiming, “I’m sure I
don’t want to stay in this stuffy hole with such a set of owls; I shall
go to Purday.” And off he marched.
The others stayed, and said their Collects and Catechism very
respectably, all but John, who had not learned the Collect at all, and
was sent into another room to finish it, to which he made no resistance;
he had had enough of actual fighting with Miss Fosbrook.
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