The Two Sides of the ShieldYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Two Sides of the Shield
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Jasper did look rather small when his mother assured him in private
he might have trusted her to see that he was not to be incommoded with
Gillian’s girls, and he only observed, in excuse for his murmurs, that
it made a man mad to see his sisters always off after some charity fad
or other.
“‘Always’ being a few hours once a week,” she said.
‘Just when one wants her.’
‘Look here, my boy,’ she said, ‘you don’t want your sisters to be
selfish, useless, fine ladies--never doing any one any good. If they
take up good works, they can’t drop them entirely to wait on you.
Gillian does give up a great deal, and it would be kinder to forbear a
little, and not treat all she does as an injury to yourself.’
‘I only meant to get a rise out of her.’
‘You are quite welcome to do that, provided it is done in good nature.
Gill is quite sound stuff enough to be laughed at! But, I say, my Japs,
I should prefer your letting Dolores alone; she has not learned to be
laughed at yet, and has not come even to the stage for being taught to
bear it.’
‘She looks fit to turn the cream sour,’ observed Jasper. ‘I say, mamma,
you don’t want me to go on this shopping business, do you?’
‘Not by any means, sir.’
Happily, the chance of a day’s rabbit shooting presented itself at a
warren some miles off, and Harry undertook the care of Wilfred, who gave
his word of honour to obey implicitly and take no liberties with the
guns. Fergus would gladly have gone with them, but he was still young
enough to be sensible of the attractions of toy-shops. Only Primrose had
to be left to the nursery, and there was no need to waste pity on her,
for on such an occasion Mrs. Halfpenny would relax her mood, and lay
herself out to be agreeable, when she had exhausted her forebodings
about her leddyship making herself ill for a week gaun rampaging about
with all the bairns, as if she was no better than one herself.
‘I shall let Miss Mohun do most of the rampaging, nurse; but, if it is
fine, will you take Miss Primrose into the town and let her choose her
own cards. I have given her a florin, and if you make the most of that
for her, she will be as happy as going with us.’
‘That I will, my leddy. Bairns is easy content when ye ken how to sort
‘em.’
‘And, nurse, I believe there will be a box from Sir Jasper at the
station. It may come home in the waggonette that takes us. Will you and
Macrae get it safe into the store-room, for I don’t want the children to
see it too soon?’
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