Wives and Widows; or, The Broken Life — John Shaqi
Wives and Widows; or, The Broken LifeStephens, Ann S. (Ann Sophia)
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Wives and Widows; or, The Broken Life
Stephens, Ann S. (Ann Sophia)
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Mrs. Lee turned her eyes on her husband, who sat near her couch, greatly
amused by the dialogue.
"What do you think? She seems bright, and I dare say will try her best."
"At any rate, she promises to be amusing," answered Mr. Lee, and a
good-natured smile quivered about his lips.
"And kind-hearted, I will answer for that, don't you think so, Martha?"
"I am sure of it."
As the words left my lips, Lottie made a dive at me, took my hand in
both hers, and kissed it with a wild outgush of feeling. "You're good as
gold, silver, and diamonds," she said. "I was sure that you would be on
my side, though you do look as if butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.
Tell me just what to do about the lady, and see if I don't come up to
the mark. It's in me, I know that."
Mrs. Lee closed her eyes wearily; even this short conversation was too
much for her weak nerves.
"Go down-stairs now," I said to the girl in a low voice; "by-and-by you
shall be told about your duties. The first and greatest is quietness."
She nodded her head, put a finger to her lips, and went out of the room
on tiptoe.
Mrs. Lee opened her eyes as the girl went out, and beckoned to Jessie.
"Do you like that strange little orphan?" she questioned.
"Like her? indeed I do, mamma," said the kind-hearted girl. "She is so
warm, so earnest, and uses such queer words. But Aunt Martha will cure
her of that. I was just thinking how pleasant it would be to teach her."
"That is a good idea, child; who knows what we may do for her?"
Here Mrs. Lee turned upon her cushions a little wearily, and from that
time, Lottie became her attendant.
Now our domestic life began in earnest. Mrs. Lee's disease was not often
painful, nor immediately dangerous. Contented with the love that
surrounded her, she fell gently into the invalid habits, which had
something pleasant in them when incited by a home like that.
For my part, I knew no more attractive spot than her room. There Jessie
took her lessons in the morning, and in the afternoon, Mr. Lee always
sat with us, reading to her while we worked or studied. Never in this
world, I do think, was a family more closely united, or that seemed so
completely uplifted from care or trouble as ours.
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