The Young Step-Mother; Or, A Chronicle of MistakesYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Young Step-Mother; Or, A Chronicle of Mistakes
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
‘You have me there,’ he said, smiling; ‘but I must own how much I
enjoyed coming back from the parsonage by myself. I am glad we brought
that little Genevieve; she seems to be so perfectly in her element. I
saw her amusing a set of little children in the prettiest, most animated
way; and afterwards, when the young people were playing at some game,
her gestures were so sprightly and graceful, that no one could look
at the English girls beside her. Indeed I think she was making quite a
sensation; your cousin seemed to admire her very much. If she were but
in another station, she would shine anywhere.’
‘How much you have seen, Edmund!’
‘I have been a spectator, you an actor,’ he said, smiling.
Her quiescence did not long continue, for the poor people had begun to
assemble on the gravel road before the front door to see the fireworks,
and she hurried away to renew her acquaintance with her village friends,
guessing at them in the dark, asking after old mothers and daughters
at service, inquiring the names of new babies, and whether the old
ones were at school, and excusing herself for having become ‘quite a
stranger.’
In the midst--whish--hiss, with steady swiftness, up shot in the dark
purple air the first rocket, bursting and scattering a rain of stars.
There was an audible gasp in the surrounding homely world, a few little
cries, and a big boy clutched tight hold of her arm, saying, ‘I
be afeard.’ She was explaining away his alarms, when she heard her
brother’s voice, and found her arm drawn into his.
‘Here you are, then,’ he said; ‘I thought I heard your voice.’
‘Oh! Maurice, I have hardly seen you. Let us have a nice quiet turn in
the park together.’
He resisted, saying, ‘I don’t approve of parents and guardians losing
themselves. What have you done with all your children?’
‘What have you done with yours?’ retorted she.
‘I left Willie and Mary at the window with their governess, I came to
see that these other children of mine were orderly.’
‘Most proper, prudential, and exemplary Maurice!’ his sister laughed.
‘Now I have an equally hearty belief in my children being somewhere,
sure to turn up when wanted. Come, I want to get out from the trees
to look for Colonel Bury’s harvest moon, for I believe she is an
imposition.’
‘No, I’m not coming. You, don’t understand your duties. Your young
ladies ought always to know where to find you, and you where to find
them.’
‘Oh! Maurice, what must you have suffered before you imported Winifred
to chaperon me!’
‘You are in so mad a mood that I shall attempt only one moral maxim, and
that is, that no one should set up for a chaperon, till she has retired
from business on her own account.’
‘That’s a stroke at my dancing with poor Fred, but it was his only
chance of speaking to me.’
‘Not particularly at the dancing.’
‘Well, then--’
‘You’ll see, by-and-bye. It was not your fault if those girls were not
in all sorts of predicaments.’
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