This FreedomHutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
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This Freedom
Hutchinson, A. S. M. (Arthur Stuart-Menteth)
Marriage -- Fiction; Women -- Social and moral questions -- Fiction
The school at which Anna, Flora and Hilda thus in the eight years
between leaving their mother’s knee at eight and completing their
education at sixteen, learnt everything it was possible to know, was
kept by two very thin ladies called (ungrammatically) the Miss Pockets.
The Miss Pockets were daughters of the former vicar of St. Mary’s and
inhabitant of the rectory, and on their father dying and Mr. Aubyn
coming, they established themselves in a prim villa near-by and did what
they called “took in pupils.” They were very thin, they had very long
thin noses, they were always very cold, and from the sharp end of the
long thin nose of the elder Miss Pocket there always depended, much
fascinating Rosalie, a shining bead of moisture.
Rosalie’s chief recollection of the Miss Pockets was of being constantly
met by them as she approached the age of eight, and of them always, on
these occasions, fondling icy hands about her neck and saying to her
father or her mother, “And when will our new little pupil be coming to
us?”
But no direct reply was ever given to this question, either by Rosalie’s
mother, who was always made to look uncomfortable when it was asked by
the Miss Pockets, or by Rosalie’s father who always seemed to jut out
his nose at it and make the Miss Pockets look thinner and colder than
ever.
On the morning of her eighth birthday, Rosalie received from the Miss
Pockets by post an illuminated text provided with a piece of red cord
for hanging on the wall and inquiring, rather abruptly,
“Who Hath Believed Our Report?”
Rosalie thought at first this was a plaintive question directly from
the Miss Pockets in their capacity as school-teachers and therefore
as licensed makers of reports; but immediately afterwards saw “Isaiah”
printed under it in discreet characters--
“Who Hath Believed our Report? --Isaiah.”
and concluded that it was Isaiah who had believed it. On the back was
written in the tall, thin handwriting of the Miss Pockets, “To our
dear little pupil Rosalie, on her eighth birthday, from Agnes and Lydia
Pocket.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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