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As tl:e fresh Rose-bad needs the slavery shower,
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CONTENTS.




PAGE
Til STORY or HXNRTTn A AND THE ATAH; OR,
Do NOT TRavT to APPErraI cES, . .. 7
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THE STORY


HENRIETTA AND THE AYAH;

DO NOT TRUST TO APPEARANCES


"0 MAMMA, how frightened I have
been cried little Henrietta, rushing
into her mamma's arms, on her return
from her morning's walk in the garden
of the square her parents inhabited.
How is that, my love?" asked Mrs.
Jackson, calmly,-well aware that her
little girl was apt to take fright foolishly,
and often without the slightest cause-
" what can have frightened you in our
nice, quiet garden ?"
A frightful black woman," said





8 HNlRIZIMA AND TEN ArAN; 01,


Henrietta, almost ready to cry, and hid-
ing her head on her mother's shoulder,
as though afraid the object of her terror
would pursue her even into her mamma's
sitting-room.
Mrs. Jackson cast an inquiring look
at the nurse, who could not repress a
smile, as she said to her mistress: La I
ma'am, it's only an Indian nurse who
attends some children staying at the
house opposite."
"But what a short walk you have
taken, Henrietta ?" said mamma. The
little girl made no reply, but Martha an-
swered for her :" Miss Henrietta worried
so, that I was obliged to bring her home."
Mamma then bid nurse take the baby
that was lying in a bercelonette beside her
chair, telling her to leave Henrietta with
her, as she wanted to talk to her. Hen-






DO NO T TRUST TO APPSArANCE.

rietta's face was still buried in her
mamma's collar, and she was clutching
her as tight as her little hands could grasp.
Come, my love, now do be rational,"
said her mamma," you prevent my going
on with my work. See what a pretty
tucker I am working for your frock."
But Henrietta neither saw nor heard
anything-not a bit more than she at-
tended to Martha's explanation about the
object of her alarm, but kept declaring
that she was afraid, though she did not say
of what, until pressed more closely by her
mamma, she confessed she feared the black
woman would follow her into the house.
"But, my dear, she cannot come in
through the key-hole," said her mamma,
sniiling, besides, what do you think she
wants you for?"
Henrietta was silent. What, indeed,






10 HINIMTA AND THI ATAH; OR,

the stranger could have wanted with her,
would have been difficult to imagine.
She had her youthful charges to look
after, for she carried an infant in her
arms, and two twin sisters toddled by her
side, into the bargain. Only because she
had a dark brown skin, and wore a white
veil, Henrietta thought her very terrible,
and that she intended her some harm,
though to all her mother's questions she
could not get any further than, I'm so
afraid." In vain her mamma pointed out
that if this woman of colour was so very
terrible, the children under her care
would be the first to be frightened at her,
while by Henrietta's own account they
appeared to be fond of her. The foolish
little girl would not listen to reason.
But you never seemed afraid of
chimney sweepers," said Mrs. Jackson,






DO NOT TBUST TO APPEARANCE. 11

"yet they are black-much blacker than
this woman, whom I suspect to be only
dark brown."
No; she was not afraid of chimney
sweepers; and I wonder why, especially
as she had hitherto thought they were
always black, till her mother told her that
when they washed their faces they became
like other people. Mrs. Jackson next
took down a book containing coloured
plates representing red Indians and
negroes, and others whose skins vary
according to the climate, and asked her
if she was frightened at them? Then
Henrietta said she was not afraid of a
book, so her mamma began to hope she
saw how foolish she had been, and would
not indulge in any more such idle fears.
But Henrietta was far from cured, and
by dint of thinking so much about the






12 HZN rITTA AND T2 ATAH; OR,

black woman, she had worked herself
into such a panic, that next day when
Martha dressed her to go out, Henrietta
declared that she would not go into the
garden of the square, and that nurse must
take her somewhere else.
But you know, Miss Henrietta,"
said Martha, that your mamma chooses
us to walk in the garden, and where else
can you play about so comfortably?"
I won't go," said Henrietta, crying,
and catching hold of the bed-post.
Her resistance grew so stormy that at
length mamma heard her crying and
stamping from below, and sent up the
housemaid to desire nurse to bring Miss
Henrietta down immediately. On learn.
ing what was the matter, Mrs. Jackson,
well aware that to force children to look
at anything that frightens them is but






Do NoT TUT TO APPlJA4~aCs. 18

the way to render their cure much longer,
if not altogether hopeless, said very
quietly: Well, Henrietta, since you are
so foolish, you shall not go into the gar-
den to-day; but mind I I shall not allow
you to return to it for a whole week,
and then only on your promise of be-
having like a sensible child."
Henrietta looked at her mamma in
great surprise, and then thanked her.
But I'm sure I shall never wish to go
into the garden again," added she.
Mrs. Jackson then gave her directions
to the nurse, who immediately after left
the house with the little girl.
The square Mrs. Jackson inhabited
was in a quiet part of London, adjoining
several other squares; and the orders she
gave Martha were to walk round these,
but on no account to allow.Henrietta to






14 HEINIETTA AND THI ATAR; OL,


play at hoop, nor draw her little doll's
carriage, nor even take her doll with her.
At first the novelty of walking in the
other squares pleased Henrietta; but,
presently, seeing children at play in the
gardens, she asked nurse to take her in.
This, of course, nurse could not do, not
having the key, besides that they had no
right to enter any garden but the one in
their own square, as she tried to make
Henrietta understand.
I want to play, and I want to run,"
said Henrietta.
"I can't help it, miss, I'm sure," said
Martha, "your ma said you were to
behave pretty, and not run about the
streets."
After a few more turns, Henrietta
declared she was so tired she wanted to
sit down.






DO NOT TRUST TO APPfAlANC1Z. 15

"Then we must go home," said nurse.
They then sauntered back to their own
square, Henrietta hanging on her nurse's
hand, as children do when they are half
tired, half fractious. She wanted to sit
down, yet did not want to go home-she
wanted to play-but not where the black
woman could come-oh I Henrietta, you
were in a most provoking mood that
morning --and then, in spite of her
tiredness, she no sooner saw the green
door and brass knocker of the house from
whence she had seen the Indian nurse
come out the day before, than she
clutched her nurse's hand most violently,
and began pulling her along, in her hurry
to get past that dreaded door.
"You silly child," said the nurse,
"don't you see the black woman yonder
in the garden with the baby in her arms?"





16 BRENRITTA AND THI ATAR ; O,

Of course Henrietta refused to look
that way, but as they crosed over the
road to go home, and went along the
pavement skirting the garden railings, she
heard her mother's voice, and on peeping
through the shrubs, saw her mamma walk-
ing with two pretty little girls, one in each
hand, whom she recognized as belonging
to the black woman's children," as she
called them. They seemed to be prattling
so confidingly with Mrs. Jackson, just as
if they had known her a long while, that
Henrietta longed to join them, and
thought what nice playfellows they would
make for her, being about her own age,
which was between six and seven. So she
called out to her mamma, and begged
her to unlock the gate. "You have
forgotten what I said, Henrietta," replied
her mamma, "now don't linger there






DO NOT TRUST TO APPIABANCU. 17

about the gate, for I shall not open it-
but walk on, there's a good child."
Henrietta knew that her mamma would
be minded, so, however reluctant, on she
walked; and when she had reached home,
she ran up stairs and looked out of
window, and seeing her mamma still
walking about with the little strangers,
she felt quite vexed, and so longed to join
them that she could scarcely help crying.
When Mrs. Jackson went into the
garden, it was with the intention of
saying a kind word to the Indian nurse,
in case she had been hurt by her child's
silly behaviour the day before, and also
of seeing whether her new little neigh.
bours were nice children, such as she
liked Henrietta to play with. She found
the twins to be sweet little creatures,
who answered very prettily when she






18 HENRBITTA AND THE ATYA; OR,

spoke to them, and who, with the artless
simplicity of their age, soon told her they
had come a long voyage with their nurse
or "ayah," as they called her, how tired
they had grown of seeing nothing but
water all round them for so long, and
how they had thought they never should
see any pretty gardens any more.
Presently Mrs. Jackson asked them their
names, when the little ones said Ada and
Emily Herbert.
Why then, my dears, surely I know
your mamma," said Mrs. Jackson, "a
friend of mine, a Mrs. Herbert, went to
Bombay some years ago-what part of
India did you live in, my dear children?"
The little girls looked at each other,
but neither could tell. Then one of them
said their ayah would be sure to know,
and off she darted to ask her. The





0o NOr Trra TO APFrAUANCU. 19

Indian nurse, who was sitting with the
infant in her arms, on a bench at some
distance, now rose, and walking with a
stately pace towards the lady, bowed
gracefully, as she stood before her waiting
her commands. Mrs. Jackson kindly bid
her be seated beside her on the bench, and
telling her she thought her mistress must
be a friend of hers, wiho went out to
India eight or nine years ago, inquired
in what part of the country the family
resided. The nurse told her it was at
Bombay, and it turned out to be the
same Mrs. Herbert she had known,
whose husband was a merchant in that
city. But Mrs. Jackson was disappointed
to learn that though the children had been
sent to England for health and safety,
their parents were only to follow at a
period as yet uncertain. However, she
s2






20 HNUNIiTTA AND THE ATAB; O ,

determined to show what kind attentions
she could to their little ones, and told the
twins she would write and ask their aunt,
at whose house they were staying, leave
for them to visit her own little girl now
and then. After this she kissed her new
made little friends, and went home.
Henrietta wanted to know all about it,
and what her mamma had said to the
little girls, and what they had said to
her, but Mrs. Jackson did not satisfy her
curiosity any further than informing her
that they were the daughters of a dear
friend of hers-adding that it could not
matter to her as she was not to go into
the garden for a week.
Next day Henrietta was taken round
the squares for a walk, and the weather
being warm, the pavement seemed a sorry
Substitute for the cool grass, while her






Po NOT TnuST TO ArPZAAMCU. 21

little parasol could not shade her as the
sweet trees in the garden might have
done-so nurse soon brought her home,
and she was fretful and discontented all
the rest of the day. Had she not been
obstinate as well as foolish, Henrietta
would have owned to her mother at once
that she longed to return to the garden,
and would have tried to get over her
fright at the Indian nurse of her own
accord, instead of which she kept secretly
hoping her mamma would contrive some
means of turning the nurse out of the
garden, though she would have been
puzzled to say how. Like many silly
little folks she increased her fears by
indulging in them, and repeating how
afraid she was.
Meantime, Mrs. Jackson had written
a note to Miss Owen, the aunt at whose






22 BENSIWRA AND TRE ATAN; Or,

house the little Herberts were staying,
telling her that had she been aware her
friend's sister was so near a neighbour,
she would long ago have sought her
acquaintance, and that she now hoped
the two families would visit often, and
that they would become as intimate as
she hid been with her absent sister.
Miss Owen replied with friendly alacrity,
informing Mrs. Jackson she had not long
taken up her residence in her square; and
shortly after, the two ladies exchanged
calls, and were mutually pleased with
each other. Besides invitations between
the grown persons, Mrs. Jackson did not
overlook her little friends Ada and Emily,
and invited them to come and spend an
afternoon at her house, together with their
nurse and the baby.
"My little girl is very foolish about






DO NOT TRUST TO AP'pAnAXCu. 28

your nurse's brown skin," observed Mr.
Jackson, "and has taken it into her head
to be mightily afraid of her. I should
feel mortified if the good creature were
hurt at her folly-but I want her to get
accustomed to see her."
Well, I suppose our ayah must be
used to frighten very little children some-
times," replied Miss Owen-" what age
is your little girl-two or three years old?"
You may well ask that question, and
I almost blush to say she is nearly seven,"
replied Mrs. Jackson-" the only excuse
I can offer for her, is, that I believe she
never before saw a person of colour."
Then surely since she is of the same
age as my twin nieces," resumed Miss
Owen, "she will soon learn to like our
good ayah, who is so kind to the children
that they are most fondly attached to her."






24 HENRIETTA AND THE AYAB; OR,

When Henrietta heard that Ada and
Emily were coming to spend the after.
noon with her, she was in high delight.
She had long wished for some little com-
panions of her own age to play with her;
for it so happened that amongst the
families visiting with her parents, the
children were either rough boys, who
played too boisterously, or girls some-
what older than herself, who thought
themselves quite grown young ladies
compared to her, and did not care even
to look at her dolls. She now brought
out all the pretty toys that had been
purchased for her at the German Bazaar,
the Christmas before, ready to show to
her new friends; and every time there
came a knock or a ring at the door, she
eagerly inquired of her nurse whether
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At last there came the right knock
and the right little folks; and no sooner
had they been shown into the back par-
lour, where Mrs. Jackson was sitting,
than Henrietta hurried down stairs to
meet them. But, on opening the door,
what a scream she set up She had
only reckoned on seeing Ada and Emily,
but lo and behold! there was the terrific
black woman dandling her baby brother,
while Mrs. Jackson was nursing her
friend's infant; and, strange to say, the
little fellow was kicking about on her
lap and crowing, as if he thought it the
best fun in the world to be nursed by
the ayah.
O, what is the matter ?" cried the
twins, not understanding the cause of
Henrietta's fright. "Is there a tiger?"
Mrs. Jackson hastened to assure her





26 ZNINZrTTA AND THI AYAN; on,

young guests that, in England, tigers did
not prowl about, but were kept safe in
cages; and then, addressing Henrietta:
" am quite ashamed of you," said she,
" is this a proper manner of welcoming
our little friends ? "
Henrietta, meantime, had half closed
the door; and, to her mother's repeated
orders either to come in, or go away at
once, she replied: "I can't come in while
she is there,"-pointing to the ayah.
At this ridiculous assertion the two
little girls burst into a hearty laugh.
See how ridiculous you make your-
self, Henrietta," said her mother; why,
your little brother is not half so foolish."
"Oh do send her away, mamma, I
am so frightened," persisted the silly
little girl.
Then Ada ran and seized one of Hen-





Do Non TaIse TO ApLrsarnA 27

rietta's hands, and Emily, guessing at
her intention, laughingly caught hold of
the other, and the twins tried to pull her
into the room in spite of her resistance.
But their goodnatured efforts could not
overcome her obstinacy. Henrietta broke
from them and ran up-stairs. Meantime
Mrs. Jackson, fearful the ayah should be
pained by her little- girl's behaviour,
hastened to apologize for her, when the
Indian woman smiled goodnaturedly, say-
ing, in her broken English: "Never
mind-little missy lub me by and bye."
But little missy seemed determined to
leave herself no opportunity for so doing,
for up she scampered, still pursued by
the twins, and shrieking, as if the dreaded
Indian was about to pounce upon her;
and then, darting into a small room that
served her papa as a dressing-room, she






28 HENRIETTA AND THE ATAR; OK,

shut the door and locked herself in.
Ada and Emily drummed upon the door
with their fingers, and called to her to
let them in.
"Send away black, and then I'll
come out, and we'll play so nicely toge-
ther," said Henrietta.
But we're so fond of our ayah," ob-
jected Ada-" why don't you like her? "
"Because I don't," said Henrietta, sul-
lenly-" why does not she wash her face,
as mamma says chimney-sweepers do?"
The black would not come off, if she
did," said Emily; "and she's so kind
and so good I "
"What would you do if you lived in
India?" asked Ada, "you would be
screaming all day-all the people are like
our ayah."
And what would you say to tigers,






DO NOT TBUaT TO APP LARANCS. 29

and elephants, and serpents, if you are
so frightened at our good ayah? cried
Emily.
I should'nt mind them half so much,"
said Henrietta, "for mamma took me
once to a garden, where I saw tigers and
lions, and I was not afraid of them as
of that nasty black creature."
"She is not nasty," exclaimed Ada
and Emily indignantly; and the little
girls turned away, and began to go down
stairs, Emily crying out: "We'll leave
you, and go back to her."
I'll come out, and we'll play in the
nursery," exclaimed Henrietta, now con-
vinced that the ayah had not followed
them, and trying to unlock the door.
" Oh dear, oh dear I can't get the door
open-what shall I do? Stop-stop-
do stop I "






SO HENRIETA AND THE ATAR; OZ,

But Ada and Emily had already reached
the back parlour, and Mrs. Jackson ob.
served that Henrietta had better be left
alone for awhile, and no doubt she
would be glad enough to come to
them by and bye. Meantime, Martha
had fetched away the infant, and taken
him out for an airing, and the ser.
vants being in the kitchen, there was
nobody on the third floor where the nur-
sery was situated, nor on the first floor,
so that Henrietta was quite alone on the
second floor, in the dressing-room, into
which she had so thoughtlessly locked
herself in. After vainly trying to open
the door, she called out: Martha!
Martha but no Martha was there to
hear her. Then she called to the other
servants by their names, and they could
not hear her one whit the more; and






DO NoT TRUST TO APPArAeNCO. 81

lastly, she fell to crying and kicking
against the door, but all to no purpose.
When she had thoroughly tired herself
with her vain efforts to get heard, Hen-
rietta sat down on the floor in despair,.
saying to herself: What shall I do?-
what shall I do?"
Half an hour, but which seemed hours
to her, passed away in this hopeless state.
Of course there were no toys, nor even
anything she could play with in that
room, and the only piece of handiwork
she could find to do, was to fill her papa's
boots with water from the ewer. She
had scarcely achieved this notable piece
of work, when she heard a quick step on
the staircase. It was not her mamma's,
that she was certain of-it was the tread
of a man's foot-and suddenly thinking
it might be her father, and more fright.






82 HENRIETTA AND THR ATAB; 01,

ened at that moment at being caught
playing such a mischievous prank, than
rejoiced at the prospect of being set free,
in her hurry to empty the boots as best
she might, she stumbled over and upset
them, causing their watery contents to
stream out on to the landing, in two
miniature rivers.
Sure enough it was her papa, who had
come from the city in a hurry, to dress
himself to go to dine with his partner at
Camberwell, and letting himself in with
his latch key, had hurried up stairs to his
dressing-room.
Why, what's the matter here?" said
Mr. Jackson, finding himself walking in
the wet, and addressing, as he thought,
the housemaid, whom he concluded was
scouring inside the dressing-room, and
must have upset her pail





DO NOT TRUST TO APPUARANCUz. 33

Henrietta made no answer. Then
papa tried the door, and found the
handle would not stir. "Who is with.
in ?" cried he, in rather an impatient
voice.
"I am, papa," whimpered Henrietta.
What are you doing there, child?"
said he-" come make haste and open
the door, for I'm in a hurry."
I can't, papa," replied Henrietta.
"Nonsense! what is the meaning of
all this ? Come out at once. I must
dress and be off for Camberwell in less
than half an hour."
Henrietta would have been glad enough
to open the door if she could have done
so, trusting her papa was in too great a
hurry to have attended to his boots, but
the key still stuck in the lock, and her
strength was quite insufficient to move






34 H1NumArr A"D Tas ATA,; 01,

it. She therefore again began to cry,
saying: "I can't, indeed I can't I"
Meantime Mrs. Jackson, hearing her
husband enter the house, came up stairs
to see whether he had everything he re-
quired, and now became aware of Hen-
rietta's being shut up in the dressing-
room.
"Silly child I" said her mamma, ex-
plaining to her husband her senseless
alarm at the ayah.
"A pretty mess you have brought me
into Miss Henrietta," said papa-" how
shall I get at my clothes and my
bootsP"
"Can't you let me out, papaP" cried
Henrietta, who thought her papa could
do anything.
How can I, when the key is inside P"
aid Mr. Jackson,






no no Trast to APPrRAANOIS. 85

"But what is all this water P" aid
mamma.
"I-spilt it,"said Henrietta, not daring
to confess what she had spilt it into.
"We must send for a locksmith in-
stantly," said papa.
"Yes," said Mrs. Jackson, "but, my
dear, you need not wait for the locksmith,
for as I knew you would be in a hurry, I
put your things ready for you in the bed-
room.
"What a capital idea of yours, my
love said Mr. Jackson, recovering his
usual good temper-" as to the boots, I
suppose I must buy a pair as I go
along."
"No, you need not," said Mrs. Jack-
son, "for I bid Hester look you out the
pair you were likely to want."
"Excellent," said Mr. Jackson, adding
02






36 HENRIETTA AND THE AYAH; OR,

with a smile, which his wife understood,
as he raised his voice: then there is no
hurry about the locksmith, and Henrietta
may retain possession of my dressing.
room for an hour or two longer, to splash
about the rest of the water."
Oh no, papa-do let me out," said
Henrietta.
"I can't, if I would," said her father
-" besides I'm already late, with all this
nonsense. However, perhaps your mam-
ma will take pity on you and send for a
locksmith."
Mr. Jackson then went into his bed-
room to dress, while Mrs. Jackson re-
turned to the little girls below, after tel-
ling Henrietta she must take patience
till the workman could come. Henrietta
thought her mamma might have staid to
talk to her; but mamma said, that after






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inviting the little Herbert. to spend the
afternoon with them, it would be very
rude to leave them below by themselves,
because she had run away from their
company, and shut herself up. So the
little girl was left alone, chafing like a
wild beast in a cage, and angry with
everybody for that which was her own
fault. In about ten minutes, she heard
her father go down stairs, and the street
door close after him, and then she felt
herself quite alone in the upper part of
the house, and burst out into a fresh fit
of crying.
Of course her mamma might easily
have sent up one of the maids to her, or
let Ada and Emily go, as they volun-
teered to do, to keep her company, on
hearing she was shut in; but Mrs. Jack-
son thought it better Henrietta should






38 HINUmir A AND TEl ATA; 0o,


be left alone for awhile to see the cone.
quences of her own follythough sheat once
sent off the page for a locksmith. It
happened, however, as it often does, when
one is in a hurry for any particular work
to be done, that the workman was absent
on another job, so he had to go to ano.
their shop. He met with the same an.
swer in the next shop he tried, and again
in a third. By this time he had gone the
length of many streets, without over hur-
rying himself; for Henrietta being such
a fitful little thing, was reckoned rather
troublesome by the servants, and the page
took upon himself to decide that "young
Miss was in only one of her tantrums,"
and did not think himself bound to make
such haste as not to speak to the grocer's
boy, and the baker's man, and other
.acquaintances he met by the way. It





DO NOT TUS'T TO APPZAJANCU. 89

was only at the fourth looksmith's that
he found a workman disengaged and
able to come back with him to the square.
Meanwhile, Henrietta was listening with
her ear against the door every time the
bell rang, and often enough was she dis-
appointed. Each time she had made sure
it must be the locksmith-how could he
be so long coming F What a naughty
man he was to keep her there! But
now he surely must be coming up, for the
stairs creak. No it was only Martha
returning home with the baby. Still it
would have been some comfort to tell her
grievances to her nurse, had the latter
not been obliged to go up to the nursery
to feed the baby, though she promised to
return as soon as she could. But nurse's
" soon" seemed endless to Henrietta, who
was getting out of all patience, when at






40 HENRIETTA AND THE AYAH; O,


length the locksmith's heavy tread was
heard slowly ascending the stairs.
Let me out, make haste I" shouted
Henrietta.
Stop a bit, young lady," said the
workman, let's see first what's the mat-
ter; which door is it ?" added he, ad-
dressing the housemaid.
Now, do make haste," said Henrietta,
drumming on the door with all her might.
But the workman not having under-
stood from the page's account what ailed
the lock, had first come to look at it, and
was now obliged to go back for his tools,
much to Henrietta's vexation, as she ex-
pected to be set free at once. Tell
him to break the door open, Hester,"
cried she to the housemaid; I won't
wait any more."
You must take patience a bit longer,






DO NOT TRUST TO APPEARANCES. 41

Miss," said the workman, when my
little folks talk of being in a hurry, I tell
them they must wait till their hurry is
over."
It seemed a long time to Henrietta to
wait till the locksmith came back. She
declared she was hungry and thirsty, and
kept screaming out to Martha and Hes-
ter that she wanted her tea. But as
there was not space enough to slip even
a thin cake under the door, and still less
means of giving her a cup of tea, short of
sending it in after the same fashion as
she had sent the water out of the boots
on to the landing, it was quite impossible
to comply with her wishes, and the maids
grew so tired of her peevish complaints,
that nurse returned up stairs, and the
housemaid went back to the kitchen.
Had Henrietta been at all times a civil





42 anniTTrA AND tur ATAn; on,

spoken little girl, either the nurse would
have come with the baby, or Heater with
her needle work, and saton the landing,
but as she was self-willed and fractious,
neither of them cared to put themselves
out of their way to oblige her. At last
Henrietta was so exhausted by her im-
patience and fretting, that she flung her-
self into a large easy chair and fell into
a sound sleep-so sound indeed that she
did not hear the locksmith come back,
and hammer away, and only woke when
he at last exclaimed: There, young
Missy; now you're free."
Up Henrietta jumped, and down she
flew, and forgetting for a moment her
fear of the ayah in her impatience to
play with Ada and Emily, she bounced
into the parlour. But neither the little
Herberts nor the ayah were there; her






DO NOr TOusT TO APUrAUncU. 48

toys were all put by, and the tea things
were on the table, but only one little cup
was on the tray. Henrietta looked blank
and disappointed as she stood before her
mother, with her soiled and rumpled
frock and disordered hair.
You should have asked nurse to put
you on a clean frock before you came
down, Henrietta," said Mrs. Jackson;
" however, as I suppose you are hungry
and thirsty, you can take your tea, as we
are quite alone."
Where are they gone to, mamma P"
asked Henrietta.
Gone home, my dear," replied her
mamma. Their aunt did not wish
them to stay long after tea, because Ada
and Emily not being yet accustomed to
our climate are apt to take cold in the
evening."






44 MENBIETTA AND THE ArAH; OR,

Henrietta now began crying afresh
"Well, what's the matter?" asked her
mother.
"They've gone away without playing
with me," sobbed Henrietta; "and I
wanted to show them my doll, and the
baby house, and "-
"I showed them your playthings,"
replied her mother, "and it was your
fault if you were not here to play with
your little friends. But come, my dear,
draw near to the table, here's some tea
and some bread and butter."
Henrietta sat down, and the tears still
kept rolling down her cheeks, though she
ate heartily. But when her hunger was
somewhat appeased, she said: "Mamma,
I thought cook was to make a nice cake
for tea? "
"So she did, my dear," said her




































SF m I


The Disapponntment P. 44.

llnfl.t 4Lb~Ay









DO NOT TRUST TO APPEARANCEs. 45

mother. "Ada and Emily enjoyed it
very much, and so might you, but for
your own folly. If, instead of running
away, you had come in at once, you
would have got over your fright when
you had seen what a kind, tender nurse
the Indian woman is."
"She is so black and so ugly," said
Henrietta.
She is brown and not black," said
Mrs. Jackson, "and not ugly in the
least."
But is none of the cake left?" asked
Henrietta, who thought more of the cake,
I am afraid, than of what her mamma
was saying to her.
"There was a tolerably large piece
left," answered Mrs. Jackson, "which I
gave to the ayah, to make up for the
rudeness of a little girl's calling her a






4M INrlITA AND T E ATAH; 01,

masty black creature,' a I am told she
did."
This time Henrietta blushed and hung
down her head; and as the reproof was
mixed up with the los of some nice
cake, it was likely she would remember
it. Besides, even she could not help
seeing that the loss of the pleasant
afternoon she might have enjoyed, was
entirely her own doing, as her mother
had said. Mrs. Jackson always thought
this sort of self conviction was better
than any scolding could be. Angry
words, when parents give way to them,
are soon forgotten; but when children
have endured some privation by their
own fault, they begin to say to them-
selves: "Now, if I had not done so and
so, this would not have happened;" and
.if they have a little natural good sense,






DO NOT TRUST TO APPIAsUAN 47

they will set about correcting the fault
that led to the disagreeable result, what.
ever it happens to be.
Nor wa the los of the afternoon's play
and of the cake the only consequence
that showed Henrietta how foolishly she
had behaved. The next morning, when
papa drew on his boots, he felt his stock.
ings wetted through-for the housemaid
had never thought of looking into the
boots when she wiped up the water on
the dressing-room floor-and ringing for
the page, asked him what he meant by
sending up the boots in such a state.
I'm sure I didn't go to do it, sir,"
said the lad.
Who did, then? asked his master.
"Miss Henrietta, I suppose, sir, as
she was shut up in the room ever o
long," suggested the page.






48 IENRIETTA AND THE AYAH; OR,

"Oh I I recollect," said Mr. Jackson;
well, my lad, I see it's not your fault;
but give me another pair, that's all."
When papa came down to breakfast,
he said to mamma, on purpose for Hen-
rietta to hear: So Miss Henrietta has
spoilt me a pair of boots-they will
never be fit to wear again-but I shall
get the value back, by not buying the
large doll with eyes that open and shut,
I had meant to give her on her birth-
day."
"Oh papa !" cried Henrietta, "do
pray buy the doll, and Ill be so good I"
"No, Henrietta, I can't, indeed," said
her father. "The money paid the lock-
smith for letting you out, and the price
of a new pair of boots to replace the
spoilt ones, would have bought a very
handsome doll; but I shall not spend






DO NOT TRUST TO APPLIANCES. 49

the money twice over, became you chose
to lock yourself in. However," added
he, laughing, "you may have the old
boots, if you like, for a birthday present,
since you think them such good play-
things."
Henrietta felt more vexed at her
father's joking tone, and at the lose of
the doll, than she had yet done; but she
dried up her tears as silently as she
could, well knowing that papa was not
to be coaxed out of any resolution he
had once taken.
"There, Henrietta," said her mather,
"you see you had better make friends
with the black woman, as you call her,
or there is no saying how many more
scrapes you will get into."
Is all this fuss about that picturesque
looking Indian woman I have seen walk-





50 BBNLmTTA AND THB ATAH; 03,

ing in the square garden asked Mr.
Jackson, of his wife; and on her con.
firming it, he added: "This is very
unneighbourly of you, Henrietta."
"But papa, I don't like her," said
Henrietta, and I do so wish "-Here
she stopped short.
What do you wish, my dear P asked
Mr. Jackson.
"Why, papa, you know you bid the
policeman take away a naughty man,
one day," said Henrietta, looking up into
her papa's face. Then finding he would
not seem to understand her, she added in
a low voice: "and you might make him
take black away if you would."
"Oh I that's what yon want, is it P"
said papa-" but the naughty man was
drunk and disorderly-now what has
the poor ayah done P "






DO NOT TRUST TO APPIAANCIS. 51

"She has a nasty black skin," said
Henrietta.
"Do you remember having the
measles last year, Henrietta?" asked
her father.
"0 yes, papa," said the little girl,
surprised at the question.
"Well, it strikes me," continued her
father, "that instead of keeping you
snug and warm, and taking care of you,
we ought to have given you into the
policeman's custody."
Why, papa?" cried Henrietta, half
frightened.
"Because your skin was so red, you
might have frightened the baby, or even
Martha."
Henrietta hung down her head, and
found nothing to say in reply. And did
she grow more rational? Not just yet,
D 2






52 aRNRIlTTA AND THe AYAH; OR,

a you shall hear. It generally takes
obstinate little people a long, long while
to get rid of even the silliest notions,
and it was not one day's disasters that
were likely to cure her completely.
Only she was not called upon to face the
dreadful ayah immediately, for before
her week's exclusion from the garden
was over, her little neighbours had gone
to the sea-side with their aunt, the
baby's health requiring a change of air.
Mrs. Jackson called on Miss Owen
the day after Ada and Emily had spent
the afternoon at her house, to apologise
for her little girl's behaviour; for she
thought if the twins related what had
taken place to their aunt, that lady
would think Henrietta had been allowed
to be very rude to her young guests,
unless some explanation were given.







DO NOT TRUST TO APPEARANCE. 58

Miss Owen received the apology very
politely, and assured her -that Ada and
Emily wished for nothing so much as to
have their little neighbour for a play-
mate, but being less indulgent to the
failings of little folks than Mrs. Jack-
son, who had children of her own, she
observed:-
"I think in your place, I should
compel her to go into the garden,
instead of preventing her! For the
good lady thought that since her
nieces were not afraid of the ayah, no
other child need be so, forgetting that
they were born in a country where their
nurse's complexion was the prevailing
one amongst the natives.
I am the more sorry for her deter-
mined dislike to our ayah," continued
Miss Owen, "as we look upon her in






54 BsanBTTA AND Tru AYA; OB,

the light of the preserver of the family,
and I cannot express how deeply we all
feel indebted to her."
Miss Owen then related the various
dangers her sister and brother-in-law
had undergone during a journey, when
war was raging around them, and with
what devoted attachment the Indian
nurse had not only shared the hard-
ships the family had been obliged to
endure, but risked her life in saving
the children, and bringing them away.
Yet this excellent creature never seemed
to think she had done more than her duty.
Soon after leaving town, Miss Owen
wrote so favourable an account of the
watering-place they were in, and the
good the sea-bathing had done the
children, that Mr. and Mrs. Jackson
agreed they could not select a better





DO NOT TRUST TO APPIALANCU. 55

spot for their own summer's excursion,
being within a convenient distance too,
for the former to come and go as his
business required. Mrs. Jackson took
up her abode in a nice little cottage
outside the town, about half a mile
from the villa Miss Owen had hired, and
went to call upon her the morning after
her arrival. Miss Owen not being at
home at the time, came later in the day
to return Mrs Jackson's visit, bringing
her two little nieces attended by an
English nurse. This time Henrietta's
delight was complete.
"Oh, I'm so glad you've got rid of
that black woman I" cried she, capering
with joy.
"Hush, my dear I" said her mother.
"We shall never part with her," said
Miss Owen, reprovingly.






56 HIKNRIETTA AND TBH AYAH; OR,

" no interrupted Ada, "we could
not bear to lose her."
"I should cry all day long," added
Emily.
Miss Owen then turned to Mrs. Jack-
son, explaining that the ayah's health had
somewhat suffered by the trials she had
undergone, as well as by the change of
climate, and as the baby would not be
nursed by anybody else, she had hired
another nurse to relieve her by attending
on the twins.
"And my little girls," added Miss
Owen, "have not screamed nor cried
because Jenny is white, instead of brown;
but are thankful to her for relieving their
poor ayah"
Henrietta blushed, and said no more
on the subject.
- But though Miss Owen reproved Hen-






DO NOT TRUST TO APPUARANCU. 57

rietta, when she thought her wrong, she
kindly invited her to spend the following
day with her little friends, on hearing
that her parents were going to make an
excursion, and could not take her with
them. Accordingly, next morning, while
baby remained at home with the nurse,
Henrietta got into the fly with her parents,
who left her at Miss Owen's gate, where
the twins were already waiting for her in
the garden. After showing their young
guest their flower-beds, they took her
into the house, and presently Miss Owen
proposed they should take a walk along
the shore; and Jenny having equipped
the twins, the three little girls sallied
forth under her guidance.
It was a novelty to Henrietta to be at
the sea-side, and great amusement it
afforded her to pick up shells with her






68 HENRaTTA AND THa ATAH; O0,


young companions. While Jenny sat
sewing in a snug corner amongst the
rocks, the three children scampered about
with the baskets they had brought for
the purpose, gathering shells to make a
grotto. They had been thus engaged for
above an hour, when Henrietta, who had
wandered away from the others, in the
eagerness of her search, suddenly caught
sight of the ayah coming down amongst
the rocks, in search of the little party,
to inform them dinner was ready.
"Missy, I be come to fetch you,"
cried she from afar.
Thereupon Henrietta, unmindful of all
her mamma had said that morning, to
induce her to overcome her foolish fears,
so as not to offend Miss Owen, or hurt
the ayah's feelings, and of her father's
jocose advice at parting: "to look her






DO NOT TIUST TO APPNAMANCU. 59

enemy boldly in the face at once," the
silly child uttered a scream, and exclaim.
ing: Don't come near me," ran away
as fast as her legs would carry her.
Stop, missy, I not hurt you cried
the ayah, in her broken English, while
pursuing the fugitive, lest she should get
out of sight, or come to any harm against
the sharp rocks.
But the more the ayah seemed bent
on catching her, the faster Henrietta ran.
Yes, she ran as if she thought the Indian
woman was one of the ogresses we read
of in fairy tales-and ran on and on-
panting and shrieking, till she reached a
pile of packages, landed on the beach
from a vessel just returned from the
West Indies, dashed in amongst them,
in her headlong panic, and, on attempt-
ing to climb over them, lost her balance,






60 mzNRizTrA AND THE ATAR; o0,


and fell down, scattering all her shells,
and breaking the glass of a mariner's
compass with the heel of her boot,
while the weight of her body overturned
a hencoop, that served as a temporary
prison to a huge serpent. Out the ser-
pent crawled, erecting his head and
hissing, as if to ask her what business
she had to disturb him ?
"Oh --oh I" shrieked Henrietta, now
appealing to the ayah, whose fancied
terrors shrunk to nothing, in comparison
with those of this new and real danger.
"Lie still, missy, he not hurt you,"
shouted the ayah from afar. Instead of
following which wise piece of advice,
Henrietta kept struggling to free herself
from amidst the boxes, telescopes, and
other articles forming the promiscuous
heap; and, in so doing, only scattered






DO NOT TRUST TO APPEARANCBS. 61

them about, as though she were pulling
a whole house about the serpent's ears.
The reptile, naturally resenting the ag-
gression, soon wriggled through the small
crannies left by the fallen boxes, and
made a spring towards the little girl.
Oh! how frightened was Henrietta! In
her panic she shut her eyes, and called
out: "Don't-don't!" as if the animal
could understand her. Then her head
Seemed to swim and her ears to tingle;
and suddenly she felt a sharp prick.like
a serpent's sting, just above the ancle.
In another moment the ayah had reached
the spot and bundled the serpent back
under his basket; and, snatching Hen-
rietta up in her arms, spoke soothing
words in an odd mixture of English and
Hindostanee, such as she used when
nursing the baby, and rushed back in






62 BENRIETTA AND THE ATAn; OR,

great haste to the vill to apply a remedy
she knew of for a sting.
Mis Owen was not a little alarmed
when she saw the ayah come home with
Henrietta lying half senseless, in her
arms, with her bonnet off, her curls in
disorder, and the blood trickling over
her boot. Jenny and the twins, having
seen from a distance what had occurred,
had followed as fast as they could.
"Sure, ma'am, I couldn't stop Miss
Henrietta from running away," said
Jenny, afraid of being blamed, and very
much flustered, "and its not my fault if
the serpent stung her."-
Run for a doctor'" said Miss Owen,
cutting short Jenny's apologies.
The ayah alone remained quite cool.
"I know what do, if missy stung-neber
fear," said she, and carrying the child






DO NOT TRUST TO APPEARANCE. 63

up stairs she proceeded to take off her
shoe very gently, and to bathe her foot in
warm water. The Indian nurse knew the
use of simples, and how to cure the sting
or the bite of many different reptiles;
but on examining the wound, she soon
perceived that her skill in this respect
was not required, and showing Miss
Owen a small fragment of glass, calmed
her anxiety by explaining that when the
little girl thought herself stung, it was
evidently only a bit of the glass that
covered the compass, which she had
trodden upon, that had grazed her skin.
The nurse's suggestion was confirmed a
quarter of an hour after, by a sailor
bringing Henrietta's bonnet, and the
cheering intelligence that the serpent was,
according to his homely expression, "as
harmless as a sucking pig." Miss Owen
rewarded him for his trouble, and sent a





64 HnInaTA AND THI ATAH; OK,


polite message to the captain to whom the
packages belonged, saying she was sure
the little girl's parents would make good
what damage she had done to his effects.
By the time the doctor came, there
was nothing for him to do. He praised
the ayah for her good management, and
said he could safely leave the patient to
her care, only Henrietta must keep quiet,
and eat sparingly that day, at least.
Thus Henrietta had again deprived
herself of another day's enjoyment with her
young friends. She could neither play
in the garden, nor on the beach, and not
only her ancle pained her, but her hands
had been so scratched by the shells as
she clutched them in her fall, as to feel.
quite sore, nor might she come down to
dinner or tea, but there she lay in the
nursery, obliged to keep still, and the
little girls were not allowed to come up





DO NOT TIUST TO APPXAIANCIS. (5

often or stay long in the room, as their
aunt feared Henrietta might be induced
to play, and do herself fresh harm. But
it all turned out for the best in the end.
Henrietta had not only lost her silly fear
of the ayah, but felt quite ashamed of
having ever run away from her, as she
presently told her. And when the kind-
hearted Indian continued to tend her all
the rest of the day as affectionately as if
she had been one of her own nurslings,
soothing her impatience by telling her
all about the wonders of her own
country, and describing the house where
Ada and Emily were born, and the scenes
amongst which they had spent their earlier
childhood, Henrietta's heart warmed
towards the ayah till she wondered how
she could have thought her frightful
merely because her skin was brown.
By the time Mrs. Jackson came to






66 B NU1ZrA AND THE AYAH.

fetch her, Henrietta had grown so intimate
with the ayah, that on coming up into
the nursery, her mamma found her lying
on Ada's little bed with her hand locked
in that of her brown attendant-nay, she
was even loth to be removed to go home.
0 mamma," said she in answer to her
mother's inquiries, I am no longer afraid
of her now."
"And very grateful to her, I hope,"
aid Mrs. Jackson.
"Yes, very, mamma," replied Hen-
rietta.
"I said missy would lab me?" cried
the nurse, smiling and showing her white
teeth.
That's right, my child," said mamma,
" and after such a lesson, I hope you will
never trust to appearances any more !"


THE END.










MY LITTLE SCHOOL-FELLOW;
OR,
ONE GOOD TURN DESERVE ANOTHER.


Pool little Camilla How well I re-
member her! Though many years have
rolled over the joys and sorrows of those
school days of ours, I see her as distinctly
in my "mind's eye," as if it were ut
yesterday, sitting on a low stool, ad
conning her lesson, book in hand. Yes I
there she remains like a living picture,
with her pale, sad face, large dark, pen-
sive eyes, and black hair, not curled or
braided carefully like that of the other
girls, but cut short, and drawn back over
her ears, and drest in a frock of the
plainest and cheapest material, which
had been washed till you could not tell







68 MY LITTLE scnooL-rSLLOW; on,

what its original colour might have been,
and looked shrunk and scanty on even
her slight figure. Alas! there was
nobody to care how she looked, still less
to take a pride in seeing her hair neatly
arranged, or her person nicely dressed,
for the poor child was an orphan-and
while we had our mammas to provide us
with pretty frocks, and stroke our curls
with an approving smile, there was
neither grandmother, nor aunt, nor
cousin, who ever bought her new clothes,
nor seemingly any being in the world
who thought Camilla had the least right
to be better drest, or better treated than
she was by the young ladies of Mrs.
Hardman's school.
It is a painful thing to see sorrow
stamped upon the face of a child but
eight years old, as Camilla was when I
first knew her, and it said but little for
the kindness of those she lived amongst.
.Had I been old enough to reflect, this


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ONB GOOD TURN DUSEIVZ S ANOTHER. 69

would have struck me at once. But I
was myself only ten, and at that age we
are apt to be led away by the opinions
of our young companions, and rather to
side with the many, than generously
take part with the one, to say nothing of
the difficulty for a little girl suddenly
thrown amongst strangers, to find out
who is right, and who wrong. Thus,
after I had gone.through the usual
questions that beset a new comer, and
told them my name and my age, and
sundry particulars about my family, that
I had a mamma, but no papa, and so
forth, I in turn claimed to know all
about my school-fellows, and, catching
sight of little Camilla, who was standing
apart, I inquired who was that pale little
girl?
"Oh! that's only Cam," said they,
laughing.
What an ugly frock she has on!"
said I.






70 MY LITTLE snooL-P LLOW; o9,

Here, Cam! come and show your ele
gant dress;" saidAugustaWentworth, one
of the elder girls, in an authoritative tone.
Then, on Camilla's hanging back, and
making a motion with her shoulders ex-
pressing a denial, she added: "Miss
Louisa Lambert wants to see your
finery."
"No, I don't," said I-for I had been
taught not to hurt people's feelings-
"but why is she so badly drest? And
is she cross ?" asked I, of the other girls.
They told me all they knew about
her, which amounted to little more than
this. She was a sort of fixture in the
school, having been placed there at the
age of four, while her parents went to
Russia for the recovery of some property.
They had no family connections in this
country, in whose care they could leave
their infant, Camilla's mother being of
Havannese extraction, and her father
having lived in Havanna the greater





onE1 000D TU a DnUSanv AxoTHI. 71

part ofhis life. They dreaded the cold
climate for their little one, who had been
reared in a warm latitude, and preferred
parting from her for. a time. But it
happened they both died abroad. Her
schooling had since been paid by her
maternal uncle, a merchant at Rigs, but
he was too much taken up by business
to have been yet able to come over to
see his niece. Thus, the little girl, stand-
ing as she did almost alone in the world,
was entirely left to the tender mercies of
Mrs. Hardman, who stinted her in every-
thing, to make all the profit she could
upon a pupil, whose only relation had re-
fused to raise the terms for so young a
child, according to the demands of the
now prosperous school-mistress of an
increasing establishment.
These details were not told me at the
time, quite so completely as I now give
them, but every body knew that Camilla's
schooling was at a cheaper rate than





72 MT LITLs SCOOL-fILLOW; 01,

that of the other girls, and she was
looked down upon accordingly.
A school has often been compared to
a miniature world, and not without
reason. It may be asked what did it
matter to these girls whether poor little
Camilla was less well off in worldly
matters than themselves Could they
not play with her all the same ? Nay,
ought not they to have been all the
kinder because she was an orphan, and
had no one to defend her ? Yet it was
not so! Camilla never received any
presents; Camilla had no pocket-money;
and, worse than all, no visitors ever came
to see Camilla! Therefore, she was looked
upon as a sort of castaway, and bandied
about like a shuttlecock amongst them.
No wonder she looked forlorn and
sorrowful. She was a sensitive, shrink.
ing little thing, who evidently felt her
position most painfully. The want of
somebody to love, and to be loved by,






ONI GOOD ToUN DnZsERV AOTHUa 78

exists so strongly in the human heart,
that pitiable indeed is the fate of any
poor child bereft of family affections,
especially when the void is not even
filled up by one of those school friend-
ships that are often so vehement while
they last. She was blighted, too, by
Mrs. Hardman's sternness, like a young
flower nipped by a biting March wind.
Unfortunately, when a school-mistress
gives the example of neglecting or per-
secuting an unfortunate pupil, the teachers
are sure to follow suit, and the young
ladies too often carry the matter further
still. They quickly become aware
whom they may tease or tyrannize over
with impunity. Pupils whose parents
are rich, are of course to be made much
of, and generally each of these has her
little circle of friends, who are glad to
share in the cakes and sweetmeats that
are regularly sent her from home. Now,
there happened to be in our school several





74 xM uaty scOOL-.LOnW; on,

groups of this kind, each headed by a
girl belonging to a rich family. The
principal planet, if I may so term it,
tyrannized over her satellites, and these
again tyrannized over the lesser girls.
Occasionally all the planetary system
united to crush one poor little individual,
who became the Cinderella of the whole
school.
This was the case with Camilla. She
was nobody's friend, and everybody's
drudge. It was always: Cam, go and
fetch my book"-or "Here, Cam, take
my bonnet," and sometimes, Get out of
the way, Cam, we want your room, and
not your company," when any of the
elder girls wished to gossip by them-
selves. And poor little Cam meekly did
just as she was bid.
I still reproach myself for not at once
taking a more active part in defence of
my oppressed little school-fellow, to whom
it must have been a great trial every time






on eGOOD TUrn DaMsNv1 AmOTHra 75

a new girl joined the school, to be stared
at by curious eyes, and shown up by
ill-natured tongues-and for passively
following the stream, instead of trying
to stem it. But sorrow jars so on the
gay spirits of childhood, that poor Camilla
neither interested nor attracted me at
first. The girls all said she was ugly,
and I did not even take the trouble to
see how much sweetness of expression
lay in those small and delicate features.
I wanted to make friends with some
lively girl, and I talked with one after
another to see which I should prefer as a
playmate and companion.
It is odd enough that both boys and
girls are always more gratified when they
can secure the friendship of a school-
fellow older than themselves, than a friend
of their own ages. I suppose they think
it gives them importance. Now, Augusta
Wentworth was not amiable, and was
imperious and self-willed; but she rattled






76 Mi LI L sOHoOOL-ftrLOW; OR,

away in what I thought such an amusing
manner, and then she was so bold, seem-
ing to care neither for school-mistress,
teachers, nor masters, that altogether I
felt very much flattered that a person of
such importance as she appeared to be,
and who was thirteen-quite a woman
to me I-should condescend to take no.
twice of my small self, and I gladly accepted
her proffered friendship, or rather patron-
age. For, as Jenny Fairfield, a lively,
romping girl, remarked: You need not
be so proud of Augusta's noticing you.
She doesn't want friends, but only
drudges."
This was true enough. I was merely
enrolled amongst her set. She liked to
gather round her all new comers, to do
odd jobs for her, and if capable, even her
exercises, while she read amusing books.
But in reality she cared for nobody but
herself.
Augusta was the daughter of wealthy






ONZ GOOD TURN DSERKVES ANOTHER. 77

parents, and wore feathers in her bonnet,
and had new frocks oftener than any one
else. But fine feathers, you know, do
not make fine birds, as the proverb warns
us. She had plenty of pocket-money
too, besides a box full of trinkets and
pretty things of all sorts, which she showed
rather boastingly to every new comer.
But, as her parents always sent a birth-
day gift to Mrs. HIardman, that lady was
very lenient to all her foibles; and many
a time was Augusta forgiven for pranks
or impertinent answers that would have
drawn down the full weight of our school-
mistress's indignation on anybody else's
offending head.
My first quarter at the school was
spent chiefly in learning the ways of the
house; how to behave properly, and how
to sit, walk, and enter the room in a lady-
like manner. I did my best, and though
I never could grow to like Mrs. Hard-
man, who wanted the impartiality that





78 MY LITrL SCRHOOL-MLIOW; OB,

every head of a school ought to consider
the first duty of their position--a failing
by-the-bye, children are very quick to
discover-she was not dissatisfied with
me, and even expressed her approval to
my mother, when I was fetched home for
the holidays. But you will see presently
that I was never to become a favourite.
I had a deal to tell my mother about
the new life I had entered upon, and
about my little friends and playmates,
but I don't think I even mentioned
Camilla's name. She seemed too insig-
nificant to be remembered, when out of
sight. But when I returned to school,
it happened that she was the first girl I
saw on entering the large, empty school-
room, where she sat all alone, hemming a
pocket-handkerchief, just as if she had
never stirred since I last saw her-and
wearing the same shabby stuff gown too,
which had not been renewed since last
year.






ON GOOD TURN DURIVIU AxOTBzR. 79

How do you do, Cam P" said I;" are
none of the girls yet come?"
"None,"replied she, in herusualsadvoice.
Then we two are oodest of all," said
I. "Did you come back this morning,
Cam?"
She looked at me with her large,
wondering eyes, and answered slowly:
"I never left school."
"What haven't you been home for
the holidays ?" exclaimed I, in an in.
dignant tone, and beginning to think she
had been seriously ill-used by somebody
or other. You can't mean it, Cam P"
Her dark eyes slowly filled with tears.
"I've no home to go to," replied she.
My conscience smote me for having
spoken so thoughtlessly.
"No home I oh poor-poor Cam!"
cried I, while I fell upon her neck, and
my heart, unusually mollified by the
recent parting from my mother, over.
flowed in a copious stream of tears.





80 MY LImTTL CHOOL-oPLLLOW; o0,

Will you love me P" said she eagerly,
while a ray of joy sparkled through her
tears that fell silently and slowly, not
passionately like mine.
Indeed I will," responded I.
At that moment the teacher came
in.
Miss Frome was a tall, thin sharp-
looking person, with greenish grey eyes,
and a long face.
"What is all this crying about?"
asked she tartly.
Like most children, I felt ashamed at
being caught crying, although the motive
was certainly a creditable one, and I
blushed and hung down my head. Miss
Frome eyed me searchingly as she waited
for a reply.
Why because"-began I hesitating.
ly-" I'm so sorry-Cam says she has no
holidays, and"-
Stuff and nonsense 1" interrupted!
Miss Prome-"who cares what Carn






ONE GOOD TURN DESEOVII ANolE0 R. 81

says P Holidays indeed! Ought not
she to be thankful to be so well off as she
is, when her board is paid for less than
that of any other pupil ? I desire, Miss
Lambert, you do not put any such ideas
into her head."
She then turned upon her heel, for a fly
had just driven up to the door, betokening
some fresh arrival.
Camilla had merely hung down her
head resignedly beneath Miss Frome's
sharp reproof, but guessing perhaps from
my kindling eyes that I might give an
answer-that most heinous breach of
discipline a school girl can well commit-
she said, in her low, quiet voice: Don't
get scolded for me-pray."
In a day or two our number was
nearly complete again. Augusta was
amongst the last comers, like a true
spoilt child as she was. She kissed me
with a great show of friendship, and
inquired how I had been amused during
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82 MT LITTLE SCHOOL-FELLOW; OR,

the holidays? Then without waiting
for an answer, she proceeded to tell
us how many parties she had been to,
and what new dresses she had worn.
Next she told us all about the young
gentlemen she had danced with-how
Harry was a capital partner for a polka,
and how Tom was first-rate in the
Lancers-but Ned was so clumsy,.and
always mistook the figures. But then,
to be sure, he was a mere boy, being but
twelve! And she for her own part
declared she would never dance with
him again.
"But were Tom and Harry grown
up ? asked Jenny Fairfield-" I thought
it was a party of little boys and girls ? "
Augusta confessed somewhat disdain-
fully, that it was what papas and
mammas call a juvenile party, but Harry
was fourteen, and Tom had just turned
fifteen, and other young ladies in their
teens like herself, did not join in the






ONE GOOD TURN DESERVE ANOTHER. 83

same quadrilles as the little children.
And then she went to a fancy ball-Oh I
it was so delightful-her costume was an
Albanian peasant's-and Harry looked
so handsome as a Greek-and as to
Tom, you would have thought he
actually was a Calabrian robber.
Having fairly run herself out of breath,
Augusta looked round complacently at
her eager listeners, when she caught
sight of Camilla, and called out to her:
" Come here, Cam I have said my say,
so now do you tell us what you have
been doing during the holidays."
At this cruel taunt, the little orphan
looked at her with mournful eyes, but
said nothing.
Are you grown dumb, child ? said
the imperious Augusta.
"Don't-indeed you must not," said
I, plucking her by the sleeve, and really
fancying, in my simplicity, that she was
ignorant of the fact of poor Camilla's
S2





84 MI LITTsL sCooL-rLLOW ; Oz,

never stirring from the school, of which
I began to inform her in a whisper,
when she interrupted me with: I know
that well enough--and that's just the
fun of it, you little goose."
Then again turning to her victim, she
continued: Now don't be shame-faced,
Cam, but tell us all about the young
gentlemen you danced with, all the snap-
dragons you pulled out of the flames, all
the Twelfth cakes you ate-"
For shame, Augusta !" cried I,
boiling over with indignation.
"Highty tighty said she, with a
look of genuine surprise, at such an act
of rebellion: "do you think I'm going to
be preached at by a little chit like you, who
ought to be whipt and put in a corner?"
"But you are doing wrong, Augusta,"
persisted I.
Now that I had given the example, a
general murmur arose amongst our com-
panions, and two or three small voices






ONM GOOD TUrN DISERava ANOTIUN 85

were heard to exclaim, "It is very
naughty," and other similar childish ex-
pressions of disapproval. Evidently afraid
of losing the hold she had hitherto re-
tained over us, Augusta now affected to
laugh, and tried to persuade us she had
only spoken in play.
"Then you ought to beg her pardon,"
said I, hesitatingly.
Augusta's proud spirit was roused
again in a moment.
"A pretty joke, indeed I" said she,
"and pray, what makes you so fond of
Cam, all of a sudden ?"
Just at this moment, Mrs. Hardman's
portly figure was seen sailing into the
school-room, and we were all hushed in
a moment, like so many mice surprised
by the cat.
"You are very noisy, young ladies,"
said she, looking displeased, "and you
seem to be quarrelling. Who was it that
began P" And she looked daggers at






86 mx LUTTLz scaOOL-nLLOw; o0,

Camilla, and one or two of the small.
sized girls.
Of course, no one answered.
"This is always the way when you
come back after the holidays," continued
Mrs. Hardman, "you grow quarrelsome
from long idleness." And her eyes re-
mained fixed on Camilla, though obviously
the last girl in the school to whom such
a reproof could be addressed.
All this while, Augusta looked as
demure as could be, and no sooner did
she perceive that Mrs. Hardman's anger
was spent, finding no one on whom she
could well fasten the blame, she simpered
and said: "Please ma'am, mamma has
sent you a few things in a basket, which
I told cook to carry into the store-room."
"That's very kind of your mamma,"
said Mrs. Hardman, smiling.
And I have brought a cake to divide
amongst my young friends," continued
Augusta, following up her advantage,





ONE GOOD TURN DZEsRVXS ANOTHEr S7

"Pray, may we have a half-holiday,
ma'am P For mamma did not wish me
to work too much just at first. Besides,
I have my things to unpack."
Well, I suppose I must let you have
your own way," said Mrs. Hardman.
"You are a set of idle ones, I fear,"
added she, threatening us with her finger,
and laughing: "but to-morrow we must
resume our regular habits."
So Augusta unpacked her clothes with
the help of half-a-dozen pair of hands;
and after we had admired every article
one by one, we at last put the things
into the drawers, and came down stairs
to take tea, and eat the promised cake.
Miss Frome, as usual, presided over
the tea table; while Augusta, as the
owner of the cake was allowed to cut
it up. Although she made a show of
counting how many we were, and rec-
koned up that we were seventeen, which,
including the teacher made eighteen, she






88 MY' LITTLE -SCHOOLI-FKLLOW; OR,

cut some of the first slices so thick, that
it was evident she would not be able to
make anything like a fair distribution,
if indeed, she could manage to divide the
cake into the number of portions required.
But these thick slices were for herself
and favourites, and for Miss Frome, whom
she disliked, but whose good will she
wished to secure. After that, she cut
thinner slices, and whether by chance or
design, it turned out that there was a
piece short ; so that, on distributing the
cake amongst us, by the time she came
round to Cam, who, of course, was always
helped last, she had none left to give, and
returning to her seat, coolly began eating
her own huge lump, which she had left
on her plate.
"You have given none to Cam," said
Jenny Fairfield.
Cam is not so badly off with bread
and butter, which is more than nany a
poor child has," said Miss Frome, who





ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER. 89

was evidently enjoying the rich cake ex-
ceedingly. "You forget the cake belongs
to Augusta, and if she had given none
of it to any of you, nobody would have
a right to complain."
"Cam shall have half mine," said I,
breaking my slice into two.
"I'll tell you what, Miss Lambert,"
said the teacher, shaking her curls as she
spoke, this is nothing but the spirit of
contradiction, or the wish to look better
than your neighbours. It's my duty not
to suffer it. And since you want to be
so very disinterested, you shall have no
cake at all."
So saying, she reached out her long
bony arm, and I was obliged to give up
the two pieces of cake. But after all,
she could not deprive me of Camilla's
grateful look, nor of the pleasant feeling
of having wished to do a kindness; and
I thought my bread and butter had never
tasted so sweet as it did that evening.





90 MY LTTLU SCHOOL-FELLOW ; on,

When the tea-things were removed,
and Miss Frome had left us for a time to
ourselves, all the tongues in the room
were loosened. Little folks say aloud
what they think of each other's conduct,
with a degree of candour, which is often
the most wholesome lesson we receive at
school. Jenny Fairfield thought I had
been ill-used by the teacher, and that
Augusta ought to have given me a por-
tion of her slice of cake. Another little
girl asked Jenny, why, if she thought so,
she did not give some of her own?
Jenny replied, that it was such a very
little bit, that she had half eaten it, when
it was found that Cam had none, and it
would not have been good manners to
have offered it as it was; while Augusta
had not begun hers. Then there came a
cross fire of shrill voices, raised in
Augusta's defence, by all those girls
who had been favoured with thick
slices.





ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER. 91

In the midst of the hubbub, Augusta,
who was clever enough to perceive that
the tide had set in against her for the
second time that day, now rapped autho-
ritatively on the table to obtain silence,
and then said: What a fuss you are all
making about a bit of cake I Of course
I should have given Louisa half of mine,
if the teacher hadn't been there."
That is very kind of you, Gus," said
I, warming towards her again: "let's
kiss, and be friends."
Why, you little goose, I always was
your friend," said Augusta; and see
you naughty thing, I didn't forget you
during the holidays," added she, drawing
out a small locket, fastened to a velvet
ribbon; "but I bought this locket for
you at a bazaar, and cut off one of my
curls to put into it."
When girls give their hair to a school-
fellow, it, of course, means that they are
to be very fast friends, and I felt flattered




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