Christian life -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Gilbert was next applied to, to paint the rose and the butterfly, which,
finding so excellent a beginning made in the work, he was very ready to
do. The girls were then free to set about the embroidery of the leaves,
which was by no means the business of an hour.
A very happy Christmas day was that. With their needles and thimbles,
and rose-coloured silk, they kept by themselves in a corner, or in the
library, out of the way; and sweetening their talk with a sugar-plum now
and then, neither tongues nor needles knew any flagging. It was
wonderful how they found so much to say, but there was no lack. Ellen
Chauncey especially was inexhaustible. Several times too that day the
Cologne bottle was handled, the gloves looked at and fondled, the ball
tried, and the new scissors extolled as "just the thing for their work."
Ellen attempted to let her companion into the mystery of oracles and
hieroglyphics, but was fain to give it up; little Ellen showed a decided
preference for American, not to say Ventnor, subjects, where she felt
more at home.
Then came Mr. Humphreys; and Ellen was glad, both for her own sake and
because she loved to see Alice pleased. Then came the great merry
Christmas dinner, when the girls had, not talked themselves out, but
tired themselves with working. Young and old dined together to-day, and
the children not set by themselves, but scattered among the grown-up
people; and as Ellen was nicely placed between Alice and little Ellen
Chauncey, she enjoyed it all very much. The large long table surrounded
with happy faces; tones of cheerfulness and looks of kindness, and
lively talk; the superb display of plate and glass and china; the
stately dinner; and last but not least, the plum-pudding. There was
sparkling wine too, and a great deal of drinking of healths; but Ellen
noticed that Alice and her brother smilingly drank all theirs in water;
so when old Mr. Marshman called to her to "hold out her glass," she held
it out to be sure and let him fill it, but she lifted her tumbler of
water to her lips instead, after making him a very low bow. Mr. Marshman
laughed at her a great deal, and asked her if she was "a proselyte to
the new notions;" and Ellen laughed with him, without having the least
idea what he meant, and was extremely happy. It was very pleasant too
when they went into the drawing-room to take coffee. The young ones were
permitted to have coffee to-night as a great favour. Old Mrs. Marshman
had the two little ones on either side of her; and was so kind, and held
Ellen's hand in her own, and talked to her about her mother, till Ellen
loved her.
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