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-; MARGARET f LASS PIMNChARD
ILLUSTRATIONS BY HARVEY & ANELAY.
LONDON: WILLIAM TEGG.
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" WHAT do you wash and dress the children,
Mogree ? A man come up into a nursery to
do all sorts of things like a woman Well, that
.is fimny !" said little Kate Gladstone, after she
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had stood for some time silently watching a
graceful Indian lad, as he took off the coats and
hats c her little brothers, removed their outer
garments, and bringing soap, water, and towels
from an inner room, proceeded to carefully wash
and dress them.
The youth smiled quietly, and replied, "Yes,
missy; chota sahib (little gentlemen) they
not like nobody else to wash and dress them only
"And why do you put Evie on a coral neck-
lace and those curious sleeve-hoops, Mogree ?
one would think he was a girl. I never saw
such funny dresses and things as they wear,"
said Kate, as, having arrayed Edward, a little
boy of six years old, in a full white dress, con-
sisting of body and trowsers, without any skirt,
and a dark blue sash, Mogree proceeded to deco-
rate little Evelyn, a child of about three, with
an abundance of handsome coral ornaments, put
on him red kid shoes with silver clasps, and then
began to arrange his beautiful golden curls in
the most becoming manner round his pretty
Evie he always wear necklace and pretty
things," replied Mogree; madam sahib tell so,
missy. Now Evie he look very pretty, he go
down and see his dear gamma."
Pawnee dhau gamma," said the pretty boy,
in surly accents; Evie not go down, Evie stay
What does he say, Mogree ?" asked Kate,
eagerly. What is it the darling beauty
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says ?" repeated she, stooping to kiss her little
Mogree did not answer, he only stooped to the
child, and whispered, Oh, Evie, that naughty.
Evie not tell that."
What is it ? What is he not to tell ?" again
asked Kate, trying to kiss the child, who pushed
her aside and shily hid his face in Mogree's
He tell he throw his gamma in the water.
I very sorry, missy, but he tell so," replied
Mogree; and again stooping to the child, he
gently admonished him, in his sweet-sounding
foreign tongue, to have more respect towards
his grandmamma; but all to no effect, for
Evie persisted he would drown his grandmamma,
that he would not go down; whilst Edward,
usually called Eddie, his elder brother, laughed
merrily at the little one's professed design, and
said that he would go down and see grand-
mamma and auntie Grace, and have aunt Edith's
pretty playthings; and Kate, finding it all in
vain to hope that the little rebel, Evie, would
condescend to accompany them, led Eddie down
In the drawing-room, to which she conducted
her brother, was grandmamma ready to receive
her little grandchildren. She was so kind and
gentle-looking, that no one who saw her could
doubt that Evie would soon get too fond of
her to wish to put his naughty threats in
execution, or to use any such summary method
of getting rid of her, and Eddie was soon happily
established on a low stool at Mrs. Campbell's
feet, chattering freely to her in his odd broken
English, illustrating everything he said by eager
gesticulations, and laughing so merrily as to
make every one laugh with him.
Kate, meanwhile, was sitting on her mother's
knee, with her arms round her neck, and her
head on her shoulder; and every now and then
the long-parted mother and child looked fondly
up into each other's eyes, and then, after gazing
for a minute, as if more fully to learn each
other's countenance, another warm and loving
embrace followed, and the two seemed as if they
knew not how sufficiently to express their love
for each other, or their joy in meeting.
Kate Gladstone had been born in India, but
the extreme delicacy of her health had obliged
her parents to part with her when she was quite
a little child, and she had been sent to Eng-
land, and placed under the care of her pater-
nal grandmother, with whom, excepting when
paying short visits to her other relatives, she
had since resided, and from whence she had
been now summoned to meet her mother, who,
with her little brothers and a baby sister, were
daily expected to arrive from India; conse-
quently the little girl had now been about a
fortnight with her grandmamma Campbell await-
ing their coming.
The party, which had arrived about an hour
beforee, consisted of Mrs. Gladstone, who was now
a widow, and her three children, together with
Mogree, the native lad, and a woman, also a
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native of India, who was the baby's nurse.
After the first intense emotions which must ever
attend such meetings as that which had just
taken place, had in some degree subsided, Kate
led the little ones and their attendants off
to the rooms prepared as nurseries, and there
amused herself with superintending their un-
packing and dressing, as we have seen.
She was exceedingly charmed with the dress
of the two foreigners. That of the boy consisted
of a dark-blue cloth vest, which reached below
the knees, and beneath which full white trousers
fell loose over the ankles. The vest was cut
away on the chest, without any collar, and
made very tight to the bust, so as to display his
light and flexible figure to advantage; the whole
dress being edged with scarlet cloth and wide
gold lace. Round his waist he wore a belt or
cummerbund composed of a thin scarlet shawl-
material, enriched at the edges and ends with
gold and various colours, and his turban was of
similar material and colour. He had rings on his
hands, and chains on his neck, besides ear-rings
in his ears, and on his feet he wore scarlet shoes,
embroidered with gold and green beetles-wings,
turned up at the points like a pair of skates.
The colour of his skin was clear brown, his
eyes were large and dark, and full of that soft
loving expression which characterises the natives
of Hindostan, and his whole appearance, as he
stood in an easy graceful attitude, as quiet and
composed as if he had no consciousness what-'
ever of the presence of strangers, was most
interesting. The woman-servant presented a
strong contrast to her companion. She was very
fat and awkward, and much darker skinned than
the man. Her dress consisted of an immense
quantity of soft muslin rolled round and round
her person, so as to form a complete covering,
the end thrown over her head, and folded across
the chest. She had no other covering on her head
than a mass of black hair, which was wrapped
round it, and fastened with a gold comb, and
she wore gold ear-rings in her ears. In her
arms she held the fair white baby, whose delicate
skin contrasted well with the dingy hue of her
Kate was an excitable child, and the exceed-
ing delight of meeting her mother and brothers,
and of seeing so much to interest her, was almost
more than she could bear, so that she was quite
unable to command her spirits, and she ran up
and down stairs from the nursery to the draw-
ing-room and back again, dragging Eddie with
her, and scampered in and out, and up and down,
until her grandmamma told her that she really
must stay in one place or other, and not make
so much confusion. Accordingly she went back
to the nursery, taking Eddie with her, and
there asked the poor foreigners a thousand ques-
tions; the answers to which, if answers they
were, she could not in the least understand, as
they spoke little but their native Hindostanee.
The man could speak tolerable English, but the
woman not a word, and both little boys spoke
a strange mixture of the two languages, which
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amused Kate exceedingly, though she found it
rather difficult to understand them.
At length, after having assisted in cramming
the children with every sort of food she could
get them to eat, and then seen them all safe
in their beds, Kate, quite tired, came and sat
down on a low stool between her mother and
her favourite "' uncle Rob," a brother of Mrs.
Gladstone's, who had come from his own home
to meet his sister and her children on their
'"Well, Miss Katie," said her uncle, if you
have had enough of those outlandish young-
sters and their nurses, you may perhaps con-
descend to come and chat a little with your poor
old uncle Why, my child, how you have grown
since I saw you !" added he, as Kate rose from
her stool, and throwing her arms round his neck
established herself on his knee. Why, you are
two inches taller than when we met at Christ-
mas, pussy! Has the growth of mind, and of
good conduct, been correspondent with that of
the body ? I hope so."
I don't know, uncle," replied Kate. Grand-
mamma says I am a good girl."
Grandmamma Gladstone, or grandmamma
Campbell ?" asked her uncle.
Oh, I meant grandmamma Gladstone, of
course," replied Kate.
And this grandmamma, what does she say ?"
said Mr. Campbell, laying his hand affection-
ately on his mother's.
Kate coloured, and averted her eyes.
We will leave mamma to find out for herself
all that is right, and all that needs correction
in her little girl," replied Mrs. Campbell, caress-
ing Kate, who looked uncomfortable and vexed
at her uncle's reference to her grandmother.
" I hope that all faults will, by God's grace, be
amended, and all that is good grow as fast as
possible, under dear mamma's kind care," con-
tinued the old lady; and then abruptly turning
the conversation, she asked her daughter to tell
them some of her Indian adventures; and the
evening sped away so fast, that Kate was
amazed when she was told that it was an hour
past her usual bedtime.
Kate had, as we have already said, been
brought up by her grandmamma Gladstone,
who lived in a country village near Bath. She
was exceedingly fond of the child, and, being a
woman of not very sound judgment, had over-
indulged her to a great extent, and the little
girl had, consequently, never been taught to
obey. She had had an accomplished governess
and masters, and, being a quick and bright
child, was not behind other girls of her age
in learning; but the natural self-will and self-
ishness of her character had never been pro-
perly watched over and subdued, and the result
was that she was thoughtless of the com-
fort of others, and had not an idea of that child-
like submission to authority, and cheerful ready
obedience, which are amongst the brightest
ornaments of childhood.
When not contradicted, the little girl was
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one of the most charming and attractive of
children, but the least word of opposition de-
stroyed all her pleasant looks and gentleness of
manner, and Kate was as rude and disagreeable
as it is possible for a child to be. Of course, as
in her home all yielded to her, and no degree of
opposition occurred to ruffle her temper or
wound her self-love, she had the character of
being a very good child, and was daily gratified
with praises and fond words of approval and
admiration from all around her. It was there-
fore most natural, when she was with her other
grandmother, or with relatives and friends
who did not so give way to her, and found her-
self frequently reproved, that she should lay the
blame on the temper of others instead of on her
own want of subordination; consequently, Kate
not only said, but truly believed, that her grand-
mamma and aunt Campbell, and all other rela-
tives, were cross and unjust, and often wound
up her very impertinent remarks on them by
saying that she knew they none of them loved
her in the least, nor did she love them."
Her uncle Robert was the only person who
had ever had the least power over Kate's mind.
She was extremely fond of him, and he of her.
She loved him, partly because he had power over
her, and her naturally fine mind acknowledged
the superiority which a combination of strong
Christian principle and high intellectual attain-
ments gave him over all others with whom she
came in contact. He loved her because he saw
that there were the germs of a noble character
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beneath the rubbish which an artificial educa-
tion, and false views of her own value, had
heaped over them, and he hoped to be helpful
to her in" clearing away this rubbish, watering
the germs of good that lay below, and, by care-
ful watching and training, to bring them to
maturity. This he knew could only be done by
the help of God's Spirit, but he took warm
Interest in the little spoiled child, and was now
earnestly striving to induce his sister to come
and settle in the pretty sea-side town near
which he lived, that Kate might be near him,
and that he might watch over her conjointly
with her mother, and try to eradicate the faults
which had taken strong root in her young
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ABOUT a week after Mrs. Gladstone's arrival
came several huge chests of clothes and other
things, which had been delayed at the custom-
house; and great was Kate's delight in watching
the unpacking of all the interesting articles of
foreign workmanship, &c., which they contained.
There were beautiful Surat toys-elephants with
howdahs on their backs hewn out of solid blocks
of wood, and gorgeously decorated with gilding
and all sorts of brilliant colours, and so large
that Eddie could not lift them; palanquins with
their bearers; monkeys eating curious eastern
fruits; and carriages drawn by bullocks; besides
camels and other animals enough to stock a
menagerie. Besides all these were elegant work-
boxes and other things wrought in Bombay
mosaic; and great was the little girl's pleasure
when she found that one of the handsomest of
the boxes was destined as a present to herself.
One of the most valuable of all the eastern
treasures was a magnificent set of China chess-
men carved in red and white ivory, each piece
representing a man dressed suitably to the
character he was supposed to represent. The
set of men had been a present to Mr. Glad-
stone from a native prince, and his widow
prized them most highly, and was exceedingly
glad to find they had escaped uninjured from
the hands of the custom-house officers, and that
not a piece was broken.
Ten days passed away pleasantly after Mrs.
Gladstone's return, and Kate had become quite
at her ease with her new relatives and their
strange attendants, when one morning Mrs.
Gladstone was summoned to the nursery by the
violent and passionate cries of her youngest
boy, whom, on her arrival, she found standing
in the middle of the floor crying violently, and
trembling partly with fear and partly with
cold; for his little white neck and arms and his
legs and feet were bare, and it was a chilly day
and the atmosphere wholly unlike the warm
climate to which he had been accustomed. By
his side stood Kate, looking very angry and
imperious, whilst Mogree was stooping over the
little boy and vainly striving to soothe and quiet
him. On the ground lay a beautiful little crim-
son frock of china crape and a heap of coral orna-
ments. What is it, Kate ? what are you doing to
your brother ? What is it, Evie darling; tell
mamma what makes you cry so ? What is it, Mog-
ree ?' inquired Mrs. Gladstone. "Missy want to
dress Baib, ma'am; Bab6 not let missy. He
not like it. I think him afraidd cause missy so
quick, and scold when Bbab tell No," replied
He won't do as I bid him, mamma," said
Kate, in a loud and angry tone, and he must
learn to attend to what I say. He's to let me
dress him if I choose to take the trouble, and he
roars and stamps when I come near him like a
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little fury, and so I have said that he shall not
move from that spot until he lets me put on his
"My dear Kate," replied her mother, gently,
"when you have yourself learnt to obey, you
will be fitter to teach others. Remember you
must not attempt to assert authority over your
brothers. I give you no permission to say a
thing shall be done, or not done. If you can
learn, my dear child, to be really helpful to me
in teaching and managing them, by subduing
your own spirit and temper, and setting them a
good example, I shall be more glad than I can
tell you of my little daughter's assistance; but
uptil you can control yourself it will be in vain
for me to hope that you will be able to direct
Mrs. Gladstone had been occupied whilst she
spoke in dressing the little boy, whom her kind
and gentle words had speedily calmed and com-
forted, and he now stood by her side arrayed in the
bright suit in which his sister had been so eager
to invest him, and, drawing Kate towards her,
she said, Now, Evelyn, kiss dear Katie, and tell
her you are sorry for being so naughty."
The pretty boy put his soft arms round his
sister's neck, and would have been quite on
friendly terms with her, but Kate shook him off,
and walked proudly out of the room, murmuring
as she went, Grandmamma Gladstone might
well say I should find a difference!"
Of this speech Mrs. Gladstone took no notice,
nor of many others of like import that had
reached her ears. She was observing her child,
and considering what was the best mode of cor-
recting her obvious and serious faults, and she
had determined that, with so proud a spirit
and one so little accustomed to be controlled,
it was better to wait until she had her entirely
under her own management, and in a home of her
own, before she ventured to undertake what she
saw must be a work of time and difficulty.
But although she thought fit to delay much
direct interference with her little girl's be-
haviour, Mrs. Gladstone did not lose time in
carrying on her work, for she diligently set her-
self to win her child's love and confidence, and
by her own example to exhibit to her the
superiority of gentleness and consideration for
others over the vehemence and self-will which
usually clhracterized Kate's own conduct.
Kate was an intelligent and observing child,
and was old enough to remark the conduct of
those about her, and to speculate on its causes,
although the deductions she drew were not in
all cases just. She was exceedingly surprised
at the entire and instant obedience of the
little ones to their mother, and even usually
to their nurses. They seldom needed to be told
a thing twice, nor ever disputed about doing
what they were told, nor said to their mother,
"How cross and tiresome you are to-day!" or
" I do wish you would not be so grumpy !" as she
was in the habit of doing to her grandmamma or
governess. If Mrs. Gladstone said, Don't do
that, Eddie," the little boy instantly left off
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doing the forbidden thing with a face as
beamingly bright as if he had not been interfered
with; or if Evie meddled with things which he
was not to touch, and was told not to do so, he
would withdraw his little fingers, and put his
hands behind him in so pleasant a manner as
quite to astonish Kate, who rarely did the
thing she was bid without a battle, the traces
of which remained on her countenance long after
it was over.
When the little ones were told to go to bed
they said Good night," and went instantly;
but when Kate's bedtime came she was sure to
beg for a little delay, and, if that was granted,
for a little more, and to go off in the end with
a cross and angry manner, as if it were a most
unjust thing to send her to rest.
I suppose Eddie and Evie like to go to bed,
because living in a hot country has made them
of a sleepy nature," said she one evening, when
the little fellows had gone off with Mogree with
their usual good humour.
Are you sure the little boys would not like
better to stay up and continue their play a httle
longer ?" asked Mrs. Gladstone.
I should think not, mamma," answered
Kate, "for Eddie never asks to stay a little; and
if Evie stamps and is angry for a minute when
he is first interrupted, he is good again in a
moment, and he plays all the time he is being
undressed and bathed, and they are asleep
almost as soon as they are in bed."
We will try to-morrow, darling," said her
mother, and I think you will see that their
going off so pleasantly to bed, as well as their
readiness in doing as they are bid in other
things, arises from their having been taught to
obey, and does not result from any indifference to
their play or from an undue amount of sleepy-
The next evening, when Mogree appeared at
the door to take the little boys to bed, Eddie
was delightedly occupied in putting together a
dissected puzzle, which he had with Kate's help
about half completed. Oh, dear !" he said, I
wish he be put away as he is till to-morrow. I
should like to finish him." But Kate said that
was impossible; so Eddie began to put the
scattered pieces into the box.
Suppose I were to give you half an hour
more to-night, Eddie ?" asked mamma; would
you like it, or are you sleepy ?"
Oh, thank you, dear mamma," said the
child, springing on her lap and kissing her; and
Evie too, mamma-may Evie stay, too ?"
If he wishes it, darling. Will Evie go or
stay a little longer ?" she added.
Oh, stay, stay, mamma," shouted the little
fellow. Evie not go to-bed, Evie stay and play
with the pretty soldiers."
Kate and her mother exchanged glances, but
nothing was said.
Go and bring Biba, Mogree," said Mrs.
"d Bab he go to bed, he undressed, ma'am,"
replied Mogree, making salaam.
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Never mind. Bring her in her night-dress,
Mogree," said his mistress; and Mogree went,
and in a few minutes returned with the sweet,
crowing baby, in her long white bed-gown and
delicate little night-cap, fresh from her bath, and
looking the picture of health and glee, as she
patted the cheek of her dark boy-nurse with
her little white hand; and when Miss Campbell
would have taken her from him, she turned and
put her little cheek down on his shoulder as if
refusing to leave him. It was a pretty group, as
the graceful boy stood holding the fair baby in
his arms, who was laughing aloud as Eddie and
Evie, who had left their play for a minute,
jumped and danced round her, and made strange
gesticulations and noises for her amusement.
But though the little one would not leave
Mogree to go to her aunt, she would to go to
her mother, and soon the babe was seated on
mamma's lap, with Kate kneeling before her and
playing all sorts of tricks to make her laugh,
interspersing her play by pressing showers of
kisses on her little sister's hands, and even her
feet, whilst baby twisted her fingers in Kate's
hair, and soon pulled it all down over her shoul-
ders, cooing and talking to it as she twined it
about, to Kate's great delight.
Mogree had been sent away for a little while,
and Eddie and his brother had returned to their
play; but when at the appointed time he reap-
peared, both children went away with him with-
out a word of entreaty for a further prolonga-
tion of their indulgence, or one cross look,
although their play was not even then quite
"You see, Kate," said Mrs. Gladstone, as
Mogree, with baby and the little boys, left the
room, it is as I said; and it appears to me that
your dear little brothers are much happier in
their simple obedience than they would be if
they were indulged in the habit of contending
every point, and constantly demanding reasoris
why they should do one thing or leave another
But how did you break them down to be so
obedient, mamma ?" asked Kate.
I have had no necessity for 'breaking them
down,' as you call it, my love," answered her
mother. "It is only when a bad habit has been
acquired, and strongly confirmed, that the pro-
cess of breaking down is necessary. A child who
is taught from its earliest years that its parents,
or any others who have the guardianship of its
conduct, are to be obeyed-I mean that its duty is
simply to do as it is told without waiting to ques-
tion whether the thing ordered is right or
wrong, pleasant or unpleasant-has little diffi-
culty to encounter in doing so. It knows that
it is expected to obey immediately and without
contention, and that course of conduct becomes
so natural to it that it does not think of doing
otherwise. Eddie has learnt the easy and plea-
sant course of obedience, and little Evie, al-
though his eager temper now and then makes
him fail, yet is learning; and I hope my Kate
will soon have found by experience, that, if she
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will honour and obey her parents and those who
are put in authority over her,' she will be hap-
pier than when fighting against that authority."
Kate blushed, and was for a minute silent,
But do you never give Eddie a reason for
anything you tell him, mamma ?"
I never suffer Eddie to tease me and him-
self .by asking, 'why, mamma, why am I to do
thiror that thing ?'" replied her mother. He
knows that if he asks so he will just be told,
' Because mamma bids you to do it;' but as I wish
my children to learn to guide themselves, and
to distinguish between what is right and
what is wrong, and why things are the one
or the other, I do very often explain to him
the reasons on which I act, and tell him why
I think one thing should be done and not
another. But now to bed, my child, it is past
your usual time."
Oh, mamma," said Kate, pettishly, "how
tiresome you are! why should I go to bed before
I am a bit sleepy ? I never went to bed until I
chose to do so at Hilton."
I must give you the answer that I told you
I always give to 'why must I's,'-because your
mother tells you so," replied Mrs. Gladstone.
And remember, dear, that how tiresome you
are' is not the thing for a little girl to say to
Kate felt and looked ashamed, and, folding up
her work, kissed her grandmamma and aunts,
and then, putting her arms round her mother's
neck, she whispered, I will try to obey, mamma.
Do come and kiss me in bed to-night."
"I will, my love," replied Mrs. Gladstone,
affectionately returning her embrace. God
bless and help you, my child!" she whispered
softly ; but you must pray to Him for strength
to keep your resolution.
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AT the end of the month after her first arrival
in England Mrs. Gladstone was quietly settled
in a comfortable house near Grafton, a seaport
town in South Devon, the same town near which
her brother, Mr. Campbell, with his two chil-
dren, a girl of about Kate's age and a boy of
Mrs. Gladstone's intention was ultimately to
get one little girl to live in her house, and share
a governess and masters with Kate, but, as that
plan could not immediately be carried into effect,
she resolved, in the interval, to place her child
as day-pupil with some ladies who had a school,
and received only one or two such day-scho-
lars as might be recommended by particular
friends. Kate liked this arrangement much.
She was a social child, and looked forward with
pleasure to being the companion of little girls of
her own age; and as she liked learning and was
intelligent, she had no disagreeable anticipations
on that score.
The Indian servants had been sent back to
their own country, and Mrs. Gladstone had en-
gaged in their stead two English ones, one a
steady respectable nurse for the baby and to
take charge of the little boys, the other a nice
young country girl, of pleasing person and man-
ners, as attendant on Kate.
The country round the town near which she
had fixed her residence was exceedingly beau-
tiful. It was very hilly, richly wooded, and in-
terspersed with limestone rocks, which cropped
out here and there between the turf in most
picturesque and varied forms, often being clothed
with a mantle of bright green ivy and other creep-
ing plants, amongst which the long branches of
the old man's beard," clematis vitalba, waved in
graceful confusion, its seed-vessels in autumn
and winter looking like masses of snow scat-
tered here and there over the ground, and rocks,
Mrs. Gladstone's house commanded a lovely
view of the bay at the side of which it was
situated, with its varied shores presenting a rich
interchange of wooded hill and fertile valley;
and the near view which lay between The
Grove" (which was the name of her house) and
the sea displayed a succession of pretty villas,
each encircled with its ornamented grounds and
There could scarcely be a sweeter or lovelier
spot on earth, and Kate, who had never before
seen the sea since she could remember, was in
Her uncle Rob, who was a good naturalist
and much in the habit of exploring the rocks
:H d caverns on the shore, had promised that she
should sometimes accompany him and her cou-
.ins Walter and Annie on their expeditions,
and the little girl looked forward with delight to
the time when she should make one in those
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pleasant parties of which she had heard so much,
and enjoy the sight of the curiosities which she
was told they were sure to find.
Kate had scarcely as yet begun to improve; in-
deed it was not likely that she would do so until
she saw the necessity of improvement, and this as
yet she did not sufficiently perceive. It had, how-
ever, so happened that during the last days of
their stay at Kenshurst, and the bustle of mov-
ing and settling in a new place, she had been
less with her mother and less called on to attend
to regular occupations, and she had been also
much excited and amused by the novelty of all
around her; consequently the faults which dis-
figured her character were less often brought
into notice, and the little girl had learnt to per-
suade herself that her mother had mistaken
her, and that the compunction she had felt
when for a time the sense of her fault had
penetrated her mind was needless and uncalled
for. She had therefore forgotten her promise to
"try to obey," and no amendment had taken
IT was about a fortnight after Mrs. Glad-
stone's arrival at "The Grove," when one morn-
ing early Kate tapped at her door, and, receiving
permission to enter, sprung joyously into the
room and threw her arms round her mother's
neck, exclaiming, Oh, mamma, it is such a
morning-such a glorious day! And the lowest
spring tide, nurse says; and you know uncle
Rob said that it was at the spring tide low water
we must go to seek for animals. Do you think
he will take us to-day ? Do you, mamma ? Do
answer me, mother," added she, impatiently, as
she observed that Mrs. Gladstone seemed con-
sidering, and did not speak.
I think it not unlikely, dear, that your uncle
will go to-day," replied Mrs. Gladstone, rising
and going towards the window with Kate.
It was indeed a day of exquisite brilliancy and
beauty. Sea, sky, and earth, all were alive with
sunshine and glory. The air seemed even more
than usually transparent and pure, and there
was a light breeze, which, although it but
just touched the surface of the blue water and
here and there caused it to exhibit a slight
ripple, was nevertheless sufficient to impel the
many little vessels which hovered lightly on it
forward with r1pid motion, whilst every sail and
bit of cordage was reflected in the clear surface
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below them as in a mirror. Dozens of little
fishing skiffs were flitting about hither and
thither, in every direction, in the beautiful bay,
whilst a fine man-of-war, with its sails full spread,
was just steering into thel arbour in majestic
dignity. On shore every tree, and shrub, and
flower sparkled with the diamond drops of a
heavy dew, whilst the many birds and insects
which had come out to greet the morning gave
additional life and animation to the scene.
"Look at the birds on the lawn, mamma,"
said Kate, as the mother and her child stood by
the open window gazing on the lovely objects
below. "Look at that greedy great thrush, how
he tugs at that long worm which will not come
out of the ground. There now he has it, and he
almost tumbled down backwards as the great fat
thing slipped so suddenly out of his hole;" and
Kate laughed merrily as she spoke. But,
mamma, I did not come to talk about the birds.
Do you think uncle Rob will come ? and if he
does may I go ?"
I do indeed think that your uncle will come,
dear," replied Mrs. Gladstone, for I know it
was his intention to do so if the day were suit-
able, and certainly nothing can be more lovely.
But, Kate, I am afraid to let you go. You are so
giddy and so prone to follow your own fancy
without regard to others, that I fear to trust
you. Boats are dangerous places for those who
have not learned to obey, or perhaps I should
rather say that children who will not be ruled
are dangerous companions in boats."
But I will obey, mamma, if you will let me
go; only why should people require to be par-
ticularly obedient in a boat ?"
One sudden movement might upset the
vessel, Kate, or make it swerve so that any one
who was leaning over the edge might be jerked
out. It is therefore quite necessary that each
person who forms one in a water-party should do
exactly as those who manage the boat direct, and
I fear that, even if you made up your mind to
obey your uncle, you would not be equally ready
to sit down, or shift your place, or do any other
thing that the boatmen might tell you to do, and
then the safety of the whole party might be en-
dangered by your disobedience."
"But I will attend, mamma, and do as I am
bid; I will indeed if you will but let, me go! I do
so long to see those lovely places and things that
Walter and Annie talk about so much, and to
go in a boat on that lovely blue water; and indeed
I will be perfectly obedient."
On the strength of these promises Mrs.
Gladstone agreed that if her uncle came for her
Kate should go; and they then quietly sat down
to their morning's occupation; for it was Mrs.
Gladstone's daily habit to read the Scriptures
with her little girl for a short time before they
went down to breakfast, and she often found
that she was able at such times to say a few
words which were helpful to her child in her
conduct during the day.
On this occasion she read with her the opening
of the sixth chapter of the Epistle to the Ephe-
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sians, and strove to impress anew on the mind
of the little girl the duty of obedience ; and then
the two went down stairs to the breakfast-room.
At the foot of the stairs they met uncle
Robert, who caught Katie in his arms as she
sprang down the last three steps at a bound, and
carried her into the room.
"Well, Miss Kitten," said he, as he bore her
along, "are you all brimful of hope and expec-
tation ? I should think so, for this most bright
and cheery day is enough to kindle up your excit-
able nature into flames. But suppose I should
be come to say that I cannot go !" continued he,
putting on a grave face.
Oh, uncle, don't say so," exclaimed Katie;
" I could not bear it,-don't say so !"
Nonsense!" replied her uncle; little girls
can bear whatever they have to bear, if they try.
My Annie can bear disappointment, and I hope
you will be able to do so too in a little time.
But you will not have to practise your lesson
to-day, I hope, for I fully intend to go; and if
mamma will give me some breakfast you shall
go with me to meet your cousins and Effie
Cameron, who is staying with them. We are
all to be on the quay at ten o'clock; for it is
low water at twelve, and we shall have very near
an hour's row before we get to the scene of
action, besides which we shall have to row in
and out of caverns, and must allow plenty of
time before and after the turn of the tide to lift
up the stones, and make our captures."
Oh, thank you, uncle!" said Kate, clapping
her hands with delight; how charming it will
May I go too, uncle ?" said Eddie, who with
little Evie was waiting for them in the breakfast-
room; "I will be very good."
No, my boy, not this time; we shall be too
busy to attend to and take care of little boys;
but some day we will have a nice boat, and take
Eddie and Evelyn too," said Mr. Campbell;
" and mind, Kate," he added, if you go with me,
I must have instant obedience; there must be no
inattention to orders, no delaying or disputing.
A small act of disobedience might cost us all
dear, so you must promise that you will do
exactly and immediately what you are told, or you
do not go with me."
I will, uncle dear, indeed I will," replied
Kate, blushing and half vexed to find how de-
cidedly she had gained a character for disobe-
dience. "You shall have no cause to complain
The bell was now rung for the servants, and
after family prayers were concluded breakfast
followed, and as soon as it was over Kate ran
off to the nursery to be dressed for her expedi-
Remember, Kate," her uncle called after
her, no fine frock and silk mantle-plain
shabby dresses that will wash are the only
things suitable for boating and rock-searching."
." I know, uncle !" answered she merrily,
Annie told me, and all my shabbiest things
are looked out to honour you with to-day ;" and
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accordingly Katie soon reappeared, dressed in a
short gingham frock and Holland mantle, a broad-
brimmed brown hat not too handsome, and a
pair of good high indian-rubber goloshes, with a
coarse muslin bag sewed to an iron ring in her
hand as a fishing-net; and off she and her uncle
set to join the rest
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THEY had a little time to wait before the boat
was ready and the rest of the party had as-
sembled, but all was so new and delightful to
the little landwoman that she did not grow im-
patient. There was a ship lading and another
unlading; the former was receiving a consign-
ment of barrels, and Kate was exceedingly
amused to see the men rolling them one after
another down planks which lay in a sloping
direction between the edge of the basin and the
ship. But the unlading of the other ship was a
matter of even greater interest, for its freight
consisted of a number of Guernsey and Alderney
cows, and it was a strange and amusing sight to
see the poor animals one after another lifted off
their legs by means of straps placed under their
bodies and attached to the ropes and pulleys of a
windlass. As soon as a cow was firmly harnessed
with its trappings, the man on shore began to
turn the handle of a machine, which coiled up
the rope and drew poor Boss-Kuh into the
air, and then quietly lowered her on terra
firm; the former part of the process being as
much to the poor creature's astonishment, as the
latter was to her satisfaction.
Kate was so entirely absorbed in watching
this operation that she was not aware that
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friend of Annie's, who was staying at Mrs.
Campbell's, had arrived on the quay. Presently
she felt a hand placed over her eyes, and heard
a laughing voice say, Why, Katie, what are
you so busy about ? We have been calling you
this long time, and now papa sent me for you,
for every one is in the boat except ourselves
and papa who is waiting for us. Come quickly,"
she added; and the two little girls hastened
towards Mr. Campbell.
"Come, my children," said he, "the 'Mary
Frances,' as our boat is called, waits for us.
There is a nice breeze, and we shall be able to
hoist a sail presently."
As he spoke he carefully led first Kate and
then Annie down the slippery steps which de-
scended into the harbour, and seated them in
the little boat; which, already stowed with
hampers of provisions, tin cases and glass jars
for receiving the animals they might find,
hammers, chisels, and all the other belongings
of a rock-searching party, lay at the foot of the
stairs awaiting them.
Effe Cameron, a girl of about twelve, and
Walter Campbell were already in her, and uncle
IRob jumping in proceeded to trim the boat.
"Now you sit there, Annie, and you opposite to
her, Kate. I shall soon be required to take the
helm, so this must be my place. You are all right,
Walter; don't move! Now, my good fellows,
push off," said Mr. Campbell, and in another
minute the gay little boat with her merry freight
was floating lightly on the deep, clear water.
Kate thought she had never felt anything so
exquisitely delightful as the easy motion, and the
sweet pure air which blew over them. It was
by no means a hot day, although it was in the
middle of July, and the fine sea breeze, and the
sparkling scene around them, kept them all in
There was much fun and jesting between the
children, as, the sail being spread, the boat
danced gaily along under the influence of a
steady, light breeze, and they amused themselves
with dabbling their hands in the cool, clear water
over the side of the boat, and seeing the wavelets
break in tiny cascades over their fingers, and
then with splashing each other with the spark-
ling drops, and shouting with mirth and fun as
they startled each other by the sudden sprink-
Mr. Campbell had given strict injunctions
that none of them were to stand up or shift
their places, for fear of disturbing the balance
of the boat; but he told them that if they did
not do either of these things, or lean far over
the side of the vessel, they might fish or dabble
in the water as much as they liked; and fine
fun and frolic they had in so doing, as the
little vessel scudded gaily along beneath the
For some way they skirted the lovely, wooded
shore, now floating calmly under the shelter of
mighty headlands in the deep black shadow,
then emerging into the bright sunlight; now
passing through a passage between beetling
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crags, in the clefts of which gulls, and cormo-
rants, and choughs, had built their nests for
ages past, and from the ledges of which the half-
fledged young ones sat peering down on them in
such a comical manner as to make the children
shout with laughter at their odd appearance;
then floating by sunny sands, whereon were
children at play and dogs scampering about in
and out of the water after sticks and stones, and
women with shrimping-nets walking along in
the water, just a few yards from the shore, and
groups of busy people drawing in the seine, with
its hosts of shining mackerel all glittering in the
sunshine, and displaying their glorious colours
as they sprang about in the net, and on the
sand, bright as rainbows.
On they went, the oarsmen rowing vigor-
ously; for they had lowered their sail for the
purpose of entering caverns, and rounding rocks,
which, now that the water had sunk some feet
under the influence of the spring tides, displayed
their surface studded with sea anemones and
other marine animals in a profusion that no one
can conceive who has not seen it.
The influence of the deep shadows thrown
over the waters by the headland, and of the
grand beetling rocks which overhung them as
they floated in the still waters of the caverns,
was, however, of a solemnizing character, and a
grave quiet spirit seemed to prevail for a time
over the whole party, as they watched the many-
coloured weeds which waved in the waters
below them, and the graceful and rapid move-
ments of the fish which sprang about between
their long fluctuating fronds.
Katie, what was that nice bit of poetry you
were repeating to us the other day about sea-
weeds ?" asked Mr. Campbell. "Say it to your
It was called 'The Song of the Sea-weeds,'
uncle," she replied, and immediately began, in
clear and distinct accents, to repeat it.
We come to tell of a world unseen,
Where the eye of man has never been,
But where the glance of God Most High,
Has lighted up realms of brilliancy.
We come from the waters far beneath,
To cast on your shores a varied wreath,
And to tell you that He who in beauty delights,
To his works unseen your search invites.
We come to bid you lift your eye
To his radiant dwelling beyond the sky,
And think what order and beauty are there,
When in ocean's depths there are scenes so fair.
Consider these flowers of ocean's cave,
Dash'd to your feet by the tempest's wave,
And believe that blessings of holiest form
May be sent to your bosom in sorrow's storm."
Thank you, dear child," said her uncle, when
Kate had finished her recital. That was very
nicely repeated. I like clear, simple pronun-
ciation of every syllable, and you do not slur
your words together, as I have heard some
children, and, indeed, some grown people do."
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Now, you say something, Annie," said Kate,
and her cousin was just preparing to comply
with her request, when the boatman shouted
out, Look there, sir!" and pointed to a high
rock standing out of the water, the whole of the
most sheltered side of which was entirely coated
with some of the best kinds of anemones, shells,
weeds, and a thousand other objects of interest.
"' Pull up here," said Mr. Campbell, and the
party stopped under one of its perpendicular
sides, whilst he struck off pieces of the rock
coated with different specimens; and capital
fun the young ones thought it to cling on with
their hands on the crooked end of a walking
stick to the face of the rugged rock which
scarcely afforded them a projecting point to hold
on by, whilst he worked away with his hammer
It was a vain effort to endeavour to keep the
boat steady for him, for often when he had
struck the last blow necessary to loosen the
piece of rock he was aiming at, with Kate's net
held under the spot to catch the piece when it
should fall, away would slip the boat, tossed by
the waves of the everswelling waters, and leave
the poor workmen with their hands extended
several feet from their object, whilst the coveted
specimen, now just set free, tumbled plump down
into the gulf below. Much fun resulted from
these failures, much exultation from a far greater
number of successful attempts, and hearty was
the mirth that prevailed on board the "Mary
Frances." At last, when sufficient specimens had
been secured, the whole party washed their hands
in what Walter called Neptune's great wash-
ing-tub," and then the prow of the vessel was
turned towards the little cove which formed the
ultimatum of their designs, and near which, after
securing all they could in the way of animals
and sea-weeds, they were to dine.
The only thing that threatened to mar the
pleasure of the day was that Kate would not
pay attention to what was said to her. If she
was told to hold on to a certain spot, she was
sure to delay a minute to settle this thing or
that, until the moment at which she could have
been useful was gone. When told to sit by
Walter, she did not hesitate to slip across and
take her place by Effie, and continually was she
standing up to look at something, or turning
round and kneeling on the bench that she might
be able to stretch over into the water, although
her uncle had strictly forbidden any one to
We do not mean to imply that Kate meant to
be disobedient; on the contrary, she meant,
when she set out, to attend to every word her
uncle said. She was very fond of her uncle
Rob, and wished to please him, and she was
anxious to be allowed to go with him on the
water; but when her mind became amused and
interested with things around her, the intentions,
which had no solid foundation, were forgotten,
and, as temptations to follow her own will arose,
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Kate yielded to them, and why must I, uncle ?"
became often the answer that was given to a
direction, instead of the instant response of
"KATE, you will surely upset the boat," said
Walter, catching her by the arm as she suddenly
swung herself round from one side of the little
vessel to the other, and caught at something
that was floating by.
"Sit down immediately, and sit still, Kate,"
said her uncle, with more sternness of look than
was his wont. "The gunwale of the boat
touched the water then! A little more and we
should all have been over. You are the only
one of the whole party who gives me any trou-
ble, and unless you are more attentive to do as
I bid you I will never take you again."
Kate's eyes filled with tears of vexation that
her uncle should reprove her aloud before her
cousins and the little stranger, and she resolved
that she would not again subject herself to that
which she so much disliked, and for a time sat
very still and silent. But she was not a sullen
child, and it was not long before she was again
full of glee and spirits, and playing all sorts of
tricks with Effie and her cousins.
The boat bounded merrily onwards. "Mack-
erel! a school of mackerel!" shouted Walter.
Look, father, what a school !" he added with
animation; "and we shall pass through the
very midst of them. Oh, Ben, have you a line ? "
Yes, sir, two, and bait in plenty," replied
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the boatman: and before two minutes had passed
there was a long mackerel-line, with a little slice
cut from the glittering side of a former capture
on the hook as bait, out on each side of the little
vessel, which, with her sail filled by the breeze,
was hovering about on the edge of the school.
How do you know that the fish are there,
sir P" asked Effie.
"And why do you call it a school ?" said Kate.
SDo not you see that black-looking space on
the surface of the water, like a ripple ? Now
watch, and you will see the fish spring, their
white sides gleaming in the light. Do you see ?"
Oh yes," replied both children at once.
How curious! What myriads there are !"
"Yes, miss," said the boatman, "if that there
school was into shore, and the fishermen was to
get sight of 'em, there wouldn't be less than ten
thousand of their white sides and shining backs
off to market before night."
"And what would such a haul be worth,
Ben ?" asked Mr. Campbell.
"Why, a great deal," said Kate. Mamma
bought only three for sixpence yesterday. Oh,
what a sum ten thousand would cost!"
"Yes, miss," replied Ben; "but they would
not all fetch that price. When mackerel's
plenty we do sell 'em about fourpence a dozen,
one with another, allowing for having some left'
on hand and good for nothing but manure."
"Now who can do that sum first ?" asked Mr.
Campbell,-" ten thousand fish at fourpence a
Kate covered her face with her hand to shut
off the sight of outward objects, and began to
reckon; Walter looked up to the sky; Mr.
Campbell just moved his lips, and seemed
absorbed in calculating; Effie said it was im-
possible to tell, and she should not try; and
Annie that it was not impossible, but that she
was not quick enough at figures to work the
"131. 17s. 9d., papa," said Walter, eagerly,
he having first accomplished his work.
Right, Walter," said Mr. Campbell, who
had just come to the same conclusion; and
Kate, who had not above half accomplished the
calculation, repeated her question, Why a
school, uncle ?"
"A large shoal of fish is always called so in
the west of England, dear," he replied. It is
a word recognized in some dictionaries, but
spelt school. I should think it must be a corrup-
tion of shoal."
"( Hurrah!" shouted Walter, as he pulled his
line through his hand, and displayed a beautiful
fish in all the fresh glory of colouring that the
mackerel exhibits when it is first drawn from
the deep. There's a beauty !" said he, as he
showed its rainbow-tinted sides, lustrous as
mother-of-pearl, with its shifting pink and blue
and green hues. "And there's another!" he
exclaimed, as the boatmen helped the little girls
to pull up their line, which, greatly to their
delight, displayed a fine mackerel at its end.
But now they were too far into the school to
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hope to catch more, for it is only the outliers of
the party that are ready to take the bait, and
there is little hope of capturing the fish which
form a part of the main body of the army; but
all were excecdingly delighted to see the hosts
of shining creatures springing upon and even
above the surface of the water, as well as thou-
sands below it.
By the time they had passed by the fish they
were so near the cove as to find it necessary to
lower their sail, and the men, taking to their
oars, soon pushed them into what Kate called
"the funniest little closet she ever saw." /
It was a tiny cove between two rocks, where
there was just room for the boat to lie. It ran
in about double her length, and was not more
than three feet wider than her width. The end
of the cove afforded a bit of standing ground,
and the water was shallow at that end, but at the
entrance it was deep. Both sides of this cove were
composed of rugged and perpendicular rock,
and for the space of four or five feet above the
then level of the water the whole surface of them
on each side was coated with living creatures of
every hue, and of different degrees of vitality.
Between the animals, and even on their shelly or
rocky backs, grew sea-weeds of every colour and
shade-red, green, brown, and purple-and as
varied in form as in tinting.
Below the surface of the water, which was as
clear as crystal, the scene was even more lovely
than above it. Long leaves, or more properly
speaking fronds, of that large brown oar-weed,
with edges like piles, which we find cast up on
the shore by the sea after storms, floated out into
the water by hundreds, waving and undulating
with the most graceful motion, and these were
thickly clothed with forests of the little plume-
like plants of those curious zoophytes which, in
former times, used to be called coral-weeds, but are
now known to be the self-constructed home of
living creatures, which send out from every cell
of their plant-like houses little flowers, white and
clear as ice, but alive and capable of the most
elegant movements. Some are like minute many-
rayed stars, some like tapers, some exhibit a suc-
cession of queer little birds' heads thrust out all
down the stalk, and all vary more or less from
each other, but all agree in being amongst the
most lovely of the sea's productions, and in
setting forth the skill and power of their great
All these forests of tiny animal-plants, closely
besetting both sides of all the fronds, were in
full bloom, and so were the large white lobes of
that curious polypus the Alcyoiumn digitatum, or
" dead man's fingers," which stood out from the
rock in fine contrast with the large yellow, and
green, and lilac, and chestnut-tinted anemones
that filled up the spaces between the other
The long siphons of the stone-boring molluscs
(Sazxcava rugosa), animals which, like the pholus
and the ship-worm (Teredo navalis),have the power
of piercing into the solid rock, and there estab-
lishing themselves in such colonies as not un-
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frequently cause massive rocks to yield and
break away from their fast foundations, had
perforated the whole surface of the rock by
thousands, and now hung out and displayed
their red and purple fringes, and occasionally
squirted a jet of water on the intruders.
"What are those beautiful yellow things,
uncle?" said Kate, grappling with the hard
rock, and wresting off a piece of the coveted
substance. Do look how lovely it is. What
a colour! and it is all porous like sponge."
It is sponge, Kate," replied her uncle, and
so are those beautiful scarlet, and purple, and
green pieces which coat the rock. Look!" he
added, as he pushed the boat out a little, and
neared the other side opposite to where Kate sat;
" these I mean," and he touched several pieces
of brilliant-coloured soft substance in succes-
sion; are they not lovely ?"
Beautiful!" she replied; do pick me some;
but are these the things we use for washing ?"
"They are nearly allied to them, dear,"
answered Mr. Campbell. "But those we use
for our household purposes are of a larger kind,
and differ in many respects from our British
sponges. They are brought chiefly from the
Mediterranean and Grecian seas. The best
and finest come from Constantinople, and the
coarser from Barbary and Tunis. They are ob-
tained by diving, and then all the soft perishable
matter is washed and dried out, and the harder
tissues left in the state we see them."
"And if we take home a piece of this and dry
it, shall we find the same sort of substance ?"
SYes, my dear," replied Mr. Campbell; "c our
native sponges are more thin and net-like in their
structure, but they afford a material that is
evidently the same in kind as the foreign
species; but you cannot be allowed to try with
more than a little bit, and that you must keep
in some corner of your own part of the premises,
where it will not annoy us by the smell, for
there is nothing that so rapidly decomposes or
is so offensive in its decay as sponge of any
Whilst speaking, 1Mr. Campbell had been
standing on one of the thwarts of the boat to
reach a specimen of some rare weed which was
high above him. Both hands were extended
above his head as he used the hammer and
chisel, and one of the boatmen held a basket
beneath to catch what might fall off.
He had enjoined all to remain in their places
whilst he occupied this rather dangerous position;
those on the side of the boat next the rock busied
themselves in picking off such dorids, anemones,
weed, &c., as were within their reach without
moving from their seats, but Kate and Annie,who
sat on the side which was not within reach of the
rock, had nothing to do except to watch the
others. Presently as she sat Kate espied an object
on the rock opposite to her which glittered and
looked very attractive, and, quite forgetting her
uncle's injunction, she suddenly jumped up,
darted forward, and in an instant the boat lay
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on her beam ends, her uncle fell into the water,
and both Walter and Effie, who were unfortu-
nately leaning over the side to gather specimens
beneath the edge of the boat, were suddenly
precipitated into the deep water near the en-
trance of the cove.
Walter, who was accustomed to the sea, soon
swam round to the other side, and was pulled in
by the men, who had succeeded in righting the
boat, the shallowness of the water enabling
them easily to do so, and Mr. Campbell, who
was closer to the bit of standing ground, had
escaped with only some bruises and a wetting,
and now stood safe on the rock, but Effie was
not to be seen; she had fallen between the boat
and the rock, and was now under water.
In an instant the men shifted the position
of the boat, and Mr. Campbell, wading into
the sea, got hold of the poor child's frock, by
means of which he contrived to draw her out
from under the boat, and then, by the aid of
the men, to lift her into it. But the poor little
girl did not move, her life was all but gone.
By having recourse to such means as their
position afforded for recovering her, amongst
others a little brandy, which Mr. Campbell
always brought amongst his stores in case of
need, Effie began at last to show signs of life,
but with her returning powers she evinced such
symptoms of suffering that Mr. Campbell was
led to conceive she had received some injury
beyond that of having been so long in the
He was right; in her fall the boat had caught
her right arm between itself and the rock, and
the bone was broken in two places, one above
and one below the elbow.
No one but Kate and Annie knew how the
accident had happened, and it was a good while
before any one had time to inquire; but Kate's
anguish of tears, and her bitter sorrow and self-
accusation, betrayed her; indeed she would not
have endeavoured to screen herself had she
thought on the subject, for with all her faults
she was true and candid, and when she did per-
ceive herself to be in the wrong, which however
was not very often the case, she was always
ready to own it. On this occasion she could
have no doubt that the whole mischief had arisen
from her own want of obedience, and she was
Oh, uncle, what shall I do ? It was my fault,
and I am so sorry; I never can forgive myself,"
she said, whilst tears of sorrow streamed down
Her uncle made no other reply, as he seated
her in her place, than, You had better sit still
now, Kate; Annie and Walter will be able to
give me all the help I want in supporting poor
Effie, and the best thing you can do is to keep
quietly in your place."
Effie had been laid in the bottom of the boat,
on all the cloaks and cushions they could collect,
and Walter and his sister sat together in the
stern supporting her. Mr. Campbell placed
Kate opposite to himself, and the boat, impelled
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by the stout arms of the two boatmeA, made way
rapidly through the water.
There was nothing to be done; all were too
much oppressed to speak, and consequently no
sounds interrupted Kate's meditations except
an occasional moan from the suffering child, or
a stifled sob from herself or Annie, who, though
quite collected, and with her energies all ready
for use, was weeping'over the sufferings of one
little friend and the disgrace and sorrow of the
The breeze had died away, so that the rowers
had to ply their oars without the help of a sail,
and, although they glided rapidly over the water,
the time seemed long, for they had been far from
home when the accident occurred.
It was getting late, and Mr. Campbell knew
that the young people and the men must need
food, and he therefore opened one of the baskets
and gave to each of them a piece of bread and
meat, which they took and ate in silence, for
they were getting exhausted: all but Kate,-she
refused to take anything, saying she could not
eat a morsel,-and poor Effie, whose pain and
faintness forbade her attempting it. The latter,
however, drank some lemonade, which had been
provided for their proposed picnic dinner under
the cliffs; and poor Kate's tears were redoubled
when she remembered how her ever-present fault
had interfered to spoil the pleasure of the whole
At length they reached the quay. Mr. Camp-
bell and one of the boatmen carried poor little
Effie carefufly up the steps, but the motion so
much increased her suffering as to cause her to
faint, and in a state of unconsciousness she was
lifted into a carriage that Walter procured from
a stand near.
It was important to place Effie immediately
under surgical care, and also that Mr. Campbell
and Walter should have the means of getting
their clothes dried, and, therefore, as Mrs. Glad-
stone's was a mile nearer than his own house, he
ordered the man to drive there.
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WiHEW the anxious party arrived at her house
Mrs. Gladstone was out. Mr. Campbell, there-
fore, had the little sufferer carried at once up
stairs, and laid on the bed in a spare room,
before she returned. It was with no little sur-
prise that, when Mrs. Gladstone came from her
walk with Eddie, she met Kate in the passage,
and perceived that her eyes were red with cry-
ing, and that she was still sobbing with deep
emotion, and that as soon as she saw her mother
Kate should throw herself into her arms, and
give way to such an anguish of sorrow as quite
to frighten Mrs. Gladstone.
"What is the matter, my darling child ?" she
exclaimed. "What has happened, Kate ?"
Oh, mamma, mamma," sobbed the troubled
child, "I have been so naughty, and done so much
mischief! I have half killed poor Effie, and made
dear uncle Rob and Walter both fall into the
water, and spoiled every one's pleasure for the
day by my disobedience. What can I do ?"
"Explain yourself, my dear," replied Mrs.
Gladstone ; tell me what has happened, Kate."
But Kate's tears overpowered her, and happily
her uncle, hearing the sound of voices, came into
the hall and explained to his sister all that
had occurred. He said nothing about Kate,
but she exclaimed, It was I that upset the
boat, mamma. Poor, poor Effie! it was all my
We will speak of this another time, my
child," said Mrs. Gladstone, gently trying to
soothe her heavy sorrow. I see there is no need
to reprove you now, for you are sufficiently
punished by the circumstances of the case. Go
to your room, dear, and try to compose your-
self. You must exert yourself and try to quiet
all this agitation. I shall want your help in
taking care of the little ones whilst I attend to
Effie;" and kindly kissing her, she sent the sor-
rowful child to bathe her eyes, and bade her
come back as soon as she could, and take care
of her little brothers until she herself had seen
what it was necessary to provide for the use of
the surgeon, who had been sent for, and who now
made his appearance.
The report given by Mr. Reeves after he had
examined the broken limb was most unsatis-
factory. He pronounced that it was a double
fracture of a very serious character, and said
that, from the long delay which had necessarily
ensued before his patient could be placed in a
suitable position, the limb had already swelled
so much that he could not at present set it.
" The alarm and pain, together with the chill of
remaining in her wet clothes, have also seriously
affected the system," he said, "and she has so
much fever that I fear for the consequences. I
hope you can manage to nurse her here, madam,"
he added, turning to Mrs. Gladstone; "she
cannot be removed without endangering her
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life ; and she will require much care and watching
for some time to come."
"She shall have every attention here," re-
plied Mrs. Gladstone. "The room in which
she is, is large and airy, and I will have a second
bed placed there, and myself watch over her."
It was, therefore, decided that Mr. Campbell
and his children should return home as soon as
they were dried and refreshed; and Mrs. Glad-
stone at once established herself by the bedside
of the suffering child.
Can I do anything to help you, mother ?"
asked Kate, her little heart bursting with sor-
row as the amount of the mischief which had
ensued from her self-will and disobedience be-
came more and more manifest to her. "May I
help you to nurse poor Effie ?" she repeated.
You cannot do that, my love," replied her
mother; "no one but those necessarily em-
ployed can go into her room, and you could be
of no use there at present; but you can help me,
dear. Go and sit by baby, and watch her
whilst she sleeps, and then nurse will be able to
help me, and Sarah will be free to take your
little brothers into the garden, and keep them
from disturbing Erie."
"Oh, thank you, mamma!" said poor Kate,
relieved by finding that there was anything she
could do; and gratefully receiving her mother's
tender kiss on her forehead, the little girl went
at once to sit by the side of her baby sister, an
occupation which allowed her free scope for the
sorrowful and contrite thoughts which oppressed
her. Before she took her seat by baby's cot,
she made Sarah give her some work to do; and
so working and thinking in turns she held her
watch until the little one awoke. Seating her on
her lap, she played with the little creature, and
kept her quiet until nurse came and released
her from the charge, and then she crept away to
listen at Effie's door, and hear whether all there
was still, and, finding that it was so, she re-
treated to her own little room to get ready for
Mrs. Gladstone was not able to leave the sick
room, and the duty of giving the children their
meal devolved therefore upon Kate. It was a
dull and sorrowful time; the little ones were
depressed with the sense of some trouble hanging
over the household and putting things out of
their usual course, and consequently were quiet
and grave; and Kate, who could with difficulty
restrain her tears, felt wholly unable to endeavour
to cheer them.
She was, however, very kind and gentle, and
took care to supply them with all they needed;
but it was a great relief to her when Sarah
came to take them into the garden, and then to
bed, and she was left free to ponder over the
events of the day.
The next morning Kate arose early, full of
plans of amendment and of usefulness. Her
first duty after breakfast was to go to school;
and somewhat cheered by the news that Efkie's
fever seemed abated, and that she appeared to be
going on well, she set out on her way. She did
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not see her mother before she started, as Mrs.
Gladstone had been up all night, and was then
resting for an hour, but she received a kind
message of directions from her, and hoped that
on her return she should be admitted to see
Effie, so that she was able to go through her
lessons tolerably well. She returned at half-
past twelve, and then saw her mother, who took
her dinner with the children; after which she
directed Kate to take the little boys into the
drawing-room, and amuse them there whilst the
servants dined, and for an hour or two after-
wards, that the noise of their play might not
disturb the sick child, who seemed not to be
quite so well as in the morning.
Kate, subdued and sorrowful, set herself to
her task with a resolution that she would do all
in her power to relieve her mother and spare her
She had never before viewed her fault in its
right light, but now the events of yesterday had
opened her eyes, and she saw it in all its true
deformity. But the result of that perception,
combined with the grief she felt for the conse-
quences that had ensued to her poor little com-
panion, and the sorrow and inconvenience she
had caused her mother and uncle, weighed down
her spirits and made her but a dull companion
to the little ones ; and instead of making an effort
to conquer her sadness, she committed the great
mistake of sitting down quietly to indulge in it.
Why don't you play, Kate ?" said little
Eddie, on whose young mind the troubles and
sufferings, of which he understood but little, had
made comparatively slight impression. "It is
so dull, Katie why do you only sit and cry in-
stead of having a game with us ?"
I cannot play, Eddie," said Kate, in a sor-
rowful tone; "you and Evie must p]ay toge-
But you must play, Kate; mamma told you
to 'moose us and teep us twiet," said little Evie
climbing up on the sofa, on which his sister sat
moodily brooding in silence.
"Do come and go in my carriage, Katie,"
persevered Edward, pulling her by the hand.
"I will be coachman, Evie shall be himself, and
you shall be mamma, and I will drive you to see
uncle Rob. Come, Kate!"
But Kate pulled away her hand, and said
pettishly, Go away, Eddie; get down, Evie,
and don't tease me so. Don't you see that I
am vexed and troubled? I cannot play, and
that's enough; go and amuse yourselves together."
The little boys, thus repulsed, crept off to the
corner of the room, and began to crawl about
the floor and play cat-and-mouse, to the no small
detriment of their nice little vests and trousers,
which Sarah had been too busy to remember to
cover with their nursery blouses.
An hour passed, and Kate still sat silent,
leaving the little ones to their own devices, who,
too well disciplined to go out of the room in
which they had been told to stay, yet not quite
accustomed to be left for so long a time un-
watched, had begun to get into mischief. At
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first Kate had been fully occupied in painful
musings over her fault and its consequences, but,
after indulging herself for a long time in fruit-
less regrets, she had now taken up an amusing
story-book that lay on a table near, and had
become so absorbed in it as entirely to forget
all other things, and not to heed the increasing
noise of the children, who had dragged out one
chair after another into the middle of the room,
piled a heap of footstools and cushions on one,
and arranged the others as a team of horses, and
were mounted side by side in loving companion-
ship on the one that represented the coach-box,
clicking and shouting to the imaginary horses,
stamping with their feet, and flourishing their
arms with ideal whips and reins in their hands,
and enjoying a most undrawing-room like game
with all imaginable zest.
Presently Kate was roused from her book by
a loud crash and a mighty scream from both chil-
dren at once, and looking up she saw the two
little boys sprawling on the ground amidst over-
turned chairs, stools, and cushions, Evie with
his face and hands covered with blood, and
Eddie looking the picture of fright, and roaring
at the top of his voice. Kate sprang from her
seat, exclaiming, Naughty children, what have
you done? Where are you hurt, Evie ?" she
added, frightened at the sight of the blood. But
Evie only roared vociferously, whilst the blood
from his face continued to flow all over the
beautiful light carpet and his pretty new dress.
At this moment Mrs. Gladstone,#startled from
her watch by the sound of the fall and the cries
of her children, entered the room.
What is all this ?" she exclaimed, much
alarmed. Evie, darling, where are you hurt ?
What has happened, Kate ?" she asked, as she
examined the face of the sobbing child, and
thankfully ascertained that no mischief beyond
that of making his nose bleed had ensued.
" What is it, Kate ?" she again asked. What is
all this confusion about ? I left you here, my
dear, to take care of your brothers, and keep
them amused whilst I was engaged elsewhere.
Is this the way in which you fulfil my injunc-
"I am very sorry, mamma," said Kate, "but I
could not help it; I did not even see what they
How came it all about, Eddie ?" asked M1rs.
Gladstone. "What were you and Evelyn
"Why, mamma," replied Edward, Kate
would not play, and we got tired of doing no-
thing, and so we made a coach, and were driving
all the way to London, and we stopped at grand-
mamma Gladstone's, and therk a dog came out
and frightened one of the horses, and Evie and I
were jumping at the dog and scolding him, and
then the cushions slipped, and the chair fell
down and we with it, mamma. We did not
mean to be naughty."
Mrs. Gladstone could scarcely help smiling at
Eddie's statement of his imaginary trip, the
details of which he seemed so wholly to realize.
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She had placed Evie on her knee, and soon
succeeded in stopping the bleeding at the nose;
but the poor little fellow, with his pale face
dabbled with blood and defaced with tears,
looked a pitiable object and Eddie, completely
cowed, drew close to his mother's side, and was
Put those chairs and cushions in their places,
Kate," said Mrs. Gladstone, but first ring for
some one to come and wash out those spots
from the carpet. I scarcely know who can come,
though, for nurse is with Effie, and Sarah has
baby, and Mary is gone for some medicine for
poor Effie. I thought I might have trusted you,
Kate, after the severe lesson that you had so
lately received," said her mother, gravely.
"But it was not my fault, mamma," said
Kate, who was busy replacing the chairs, &c.;
" I was not even near them."
"What were you doing, my dear?" asked
Sitting there reading, mamma," replied she,
pointing to the couch on which lay her book,
still open. "At 4rst I was too sorrowful to
play, and then, after I had thought about poor
Effie a long time, I took up Ministering
Children,' and began to read, and forgot all
about the little boys."
"And what was it I had told you to do, my
dear ?" said her mother.
Kate blushed and was silent.
"I expect an answer, Kate," said Mrs. Glad-
"To take care of the little boys and keep
them quiet, mamma," she replied, with down-
And why had that become necessary, Kate ?"
asked Mrs. Gladstone, taking her child's hand,
and drawing her towards her; "think a little,
my dear, and tell me."
"Oh. mamma, I know," replied Kate, the
tears beginning to fall-" I know full well. It
was because my fault had brought trouble and
sorrow on you, and you were obliged to be with
poor Effie. Oh, mamma, I am so sorry !"
I do not doubt that you are sorry, my love,"
replied her mother, "'and I am grieved thus to
remind you of what is so painful to both; but,
Kate, are you showing your sorrow in the right
way ? True repentance leads to watchfulness,
lest we again fall into the fault we have
become conscious of, and for which we are
sorry. To mourn for a fault in a right manner
is not to sit down moodily and muse over it, but to
use active measures for conquering it. I left
you with an injunction to endeavour to retrieve
some of the consequences of,,your disobedience
by relieving me from the charge of the children,
and keeping them quiet and happy by amusing
them. Instead of doing so you sit down to
ponder and indulge your regrets in gloomy
inaction, and then, when the edge of your
feeling is a little worn off, you amuse yourself
with reading how other children do their office
of ministering to those about them, instead of
yourself becoming a ministering child,' and
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taking up diligently the duty which had fallen
-4 your own share. Believe me, my dear Kate,
you are mistaking the course of duty and of
happiness. You are too much self-occupied. You
spend yourself in musing and resolving, instead
of giving out your best powers into action."
What shall I do, mamma? I will try to
conquer my faults, indeed I will," said the
poor child, now quite subdued. Kneeling down
by her mother's side, Kate threw her arms
round her, and, kissing her hand affectionately,
she said, Tell me how to begin, mother, and I
will try. I hope from this day I shall be a
different child; only, trust me, mamma; do not
take away your confidence, and not trust me
with any more things to do for you."
I will tell you how to begin, my child," said
her mother; and if you honestly and faithfully
follow my directions, I shall soon see you become
all I would have you to be. You must pray, Kate.
Ask God to give you grace to withstand your
closely besetting sin. Ask him to do it for
Christ's sake, dear, and then, daily asking him for
renewals of grace, steadily resolve on the course
you mean to follow, and daily and hourly watch
"And what shall I particularly watch over,
mamma ? Obedience ?"
"Yes, dear. Learn to give instant, ready
obedience; and cheerfully, too," replied her
mother. Do not spoil your action by a proud
or sullen look. You remember Annie's pony,
Kate-why it was sold ?"
Yes, mamma; it was hard-mouthed and
Yes, it would pull and pull against the bit,
and insist on going its own way; and when it had
been constrained to go where its little mistress
chose it should go, it would toss up its head
with anger, and then hold it down in stubborn
ill-humour, until Annie got to dislike riding it
so much that it was sold, and another bought in
"Yes, mamma, and Titmouse is so gentle,
and so easily managed, that Annie has but just
to touch the bridle, and the little thing does
exactly in a moment what she wishes. She says
she really almost thinks that Tit knows her
"Do you see any likeness, Kate, in either of
these ponies ?" asked Mrs. Gladstone.
"I hope you will see a likeness, mother, before
long," replied Kate. I hope before long to
be most like Tit; at present I fear I am more
like Gretchen. Mother, let me begin now.
Tell me something to do, and give me one more
"I will, Kate," replied her mother, kindly;
"but see that you do not again disappoint me.
I must go to Effie, and nurse must stay with
me to assist in fomenting her arm. You may
take Eddie and Evelyn to the nursery. Wash
Evie, and fresh dress both. I cannot let Eddie
spoil his dress, and Evie's is already only fit for
the wash. Put them on their blouses, and then
see whether you cannot manage to give them
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their tea, and amuse them so that I and nurse
may be both free until their bedtime."
Thank you, dear mamma," said Kate. "It
is very, very kind of you to trust me after I
have so disappointed your expectations; but
now I hope to do better." And tenderly kissing
her mother, and then her little brothers, Kate
took one in each hand, and led them to the
nursery, where she washed and dressed them
both with all care; and then sitting down on a
low stool, she helped them build a village with
their bricks, and the time passed happily to all;
far more happily to Kate than it would have
done had she not given her mind so fully as she
did to her work.
AFTER a pleasant half-hour's play Mary came to
tell Kate that the tea was ready, but that her
mamma wished her to make it and send her
some upstairs, and that she should be obliged to
her to give the little boys their meal, and then
amuse them until bedtime.
Well pleased with her office, and for almost
the first time in her life readily giving up her
own employment to promote the comfort of
others, Kate brushed the little boys' hair, which
had been somewhat ruffled in their play, and led
them both to the dining-room, where tea was
laid, and after seating them in their places she
proceeded to perform the duties of the tea-
table. She first made the tea, then gave each
child some bread and butter, promising them
some preserves and bread when they had finished
it, and then set herself to arrange the little tray
for her mother.
She put on it a nice piece of bread and some
butter; then another plate with a slice of cake
and some biscuits; and finally, making a large
breakfast-cup thoroughly hot by filling it with
water from the urn, she poured into it the
best of the tea, set the cream-jug on the tray,
and sent it up stairs. She next gave the little
ones their cups of milk and water with a little
tea in it.; and then Mary returned, saying that
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Miss Cameron was awake, and would take some
tea, and Kate busied herself in heaping all the
best things that were on the table together,
to put on Effie's tray when Mary should bring
"You need not send anything to eat, Miss
Kate," said Mary, when she came with the
tray; only a cup of tea, please."
Oh, Mary," said Kate, quite disappointed,
"cannot she eat? do you think she is very
"Yes, miss, I do," replied Mary. She's
almost as bad as she can be; moaning and groan-
ing, and tossing about, with her face as red as
Master Evie's beads."
Oh, Mary, she will die, perhaps!" exclaimed
Kate, sitting down in great distress of mind:
" what shall I do ? I have killed her."
"No, no, Miss Kate !" replied Mary; "I
don't think that at all; and I don't think your
mamma does.' But a broken arm's great pain,
miss. I know, when my little sister broke hers,
'twas a long job to get her round again; and so
'twill be with Miss Cameron; but for all that, I
don't see any reason to think she'll die. So now
please to give me her tea, and have your own;
and don't take on so, there's a dear young
lady," she added, as she observed that Kate was
crying; don't ye cry, Miss Kate, 'twill do no
good, and only vex your little brothers."
Kate remembered her lesson: she dried her
eyes, poured out some tea for Effe, and then
employed herself busily in spreading jam on
bread for her brothers; after which she took
some tea herself, though she could not eat
much; and the table being cleared, she went
with the children into the garden, and amused
them there with a cheerful face though a heavy
heart, until Sarah, who was now released from
the care of baby, came to take them to bed, and
she was left alone.
True to her resolution, Kate would not
allow herself to sit down in idleness and brood
over her troubles. She first stole up stairs and
listened at Effie's door, and how did she long
to go in and share her mother's watching!
But she had not been told that she might
do it, so she crept softly down again, after
she had ascertained that all was quiet within,
and settled herself to prepare her lessons and
exercises for the next day. By the time this
was done, and she had read her accustomed
chapter in the Bible, the clock struck eight, and,
that being her bedtime, she again crept up
stairs, listened for a moment at the door of the
sick room, half hoping that either her mother
would come out, or that she would be called
in. Neither of those events happened; but
her ear caught the sound of some sad moan-
ings from poor Effie, which thrilled through her
heart, and she therefore quickly went to her
room and to bed; but not until she had knelt
down and earnestly prayed that God would
forgive her her sins and faults, and help her to do
better; and that he would be pleased to restore
Efie, and not let her whole life be saddened by
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the feeling that she had killed her. Composed
and calmed by these outpourings of her heart,
Kate went to bed, and though she did. not, as
usual, go to sleep directly, she lay still and
quiet, until at last she lost recollection of all
her troubles, and was fast asleep.
It seemed to the little slumberer to be late
in the night, nay almost morning, when she
was awakened by feeling her mother's kiss on
her forehead, and hearing a soft God bless you,
my child! breathed in loving tones over her.
She started up, still half asleep, threw her arms
round the form which bent over her, and said-
"Are you going to bed, mamma ? Is Effie
She is asleep, my love, and I hope rather
better; she certainly seems less feverish."
"And you are going to bed ?" asked Kate.
"I shall lie down on the couch. in her room,
and I dare say get some rest, my love," replied
Mrs. Gladstone; "but I cannot leave Effle
to-night. Good night, my child. You have
been a nice help to me this evening. I must
go now;" and again kissing Kate, whose heart
throbbed with pleasure as she heard her mother's
commendation of her conduct, Mrs. Gladstone
went to her room, and prepared herself to pass
the night in attendance on the sick child, whilst
Kate soon fell asleep and dreamt soothing
dreams of future happiness in the peaceful road
of obedience and duty.
Three or four days passed slowly away, and
Kate saw little of her mother. She had to
prepare her lessons alone, and to give all the
time between school-hours to taking care of her
brothers; but she went onwards cheerfully, and
took great pains to show by her present con-
duct that she was sorry for her faults, and in
earnest in her desire to amend them.
Every day her uncle came to inquire about
Effie, and then, if she was at home, she had the
comfort of a little chat with him. Sometimes
Walter or Annie came with him, and that was
a great pleasure to her, but, except these little
breaks, her time hung rather heavy on hand, and
she felt sad and lonely.
She was very grateful for the kind way in
which they all treated her. No one alluded to
the cause of the overturn of the boat, nor did
her uncle or cousins behave towards her as if
she were under displeasure or in disgrace. Her
uncle knew that she had received the lesson that
the events of that troubled day had been cal-
culated to bestow, and that admonition from
him was not needed, and both he and his chil-
dren so deeply commiserated the grief of mind
depicted on the little girl's countenance, that
nothing could have induced them to add the
least portion to the weight of the burden that
already oppressed her.
The time passed on, though rather heavily yet
profitably, for Kate was hourly learning lessons
of self-denial and consideration for others, as
well as of obedience ; her mother often sent her
exact directions what to do, and Kate was careful
to attend to them. She was also learning a little
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of that blessed lesson It is better to give than
to receive," for she began to feel real pleasure
in seeing her little brothers happy, and giving
up to them that time which, but for their sake,
she would have spent very differently, and she
was rewarded by seeing that the love which she
had never before been able to attain, was now
beginning to be lavished on her, and Edward's
confident appeal to her for help in his little
difficulties and loving kiss of thanks, and sweet
Evie's newly acquired habit of climbing on her
lap, winding his little arms round her neck, and
then covering her hair, her face, and throat with
soft kisses, were felt to be treasures cheaply
purchased by a little self-denial and inconve-
But these were not all her rewards. Her
mother's smile of approval, and occasional word
of encouragement, were the dearest of all, and
Kate, though generally grave except when called
on to play merry games with her brothers, and
so wakened into mirth, was happier than she
had ever been before.
But Kate's faults, though mending, were
not as yet cured, neither was the sorrow that
was to result from her carelessness as yet all
experienced. For some days after the acci-
dent Effie was so ill that her life was considered
to be in danger. Perfect quiet was ordered,
and no one was admitted to her room except
M-rs. Gladstone, the doctor, and nurse; and
although Kate absolutely longed to go in and
tell Effie how vey sorry she was, and to be
allowed to help in nursing her, she was obliged
to wait, day after day, until the state of the little
patient would admit of her seeing her.
At length, however, the time came that Effie
was pronounced out of danger, and after a few
more days Mr. Reeves consented that she should
be allowed to see her friends one at a time.
Uncle Rob saw her first, and his visit was
considered enough excitement for the first day;
but on the next Kate was promised admittance,
and with some anxiety she looked forward to
the day. She knew she had been the cause
of Effie's great sufferings, and, in pursuance of
her resolutions of amendment, she had deter-
mined at once to confess to her little friend that
she was conscious how much she had been to
blame in her want of attention to her uncle's
directions throughout the whole of that memo-
rable morning, and also that she would beg her
to forgive the painful consequences to herself
that had ensued from her disobedience.
When on the next day Mrs. Gladstone, in
accordance with her promise, summoned her
child to pay a first visit to the invalid, the colour
flushed up on Kate's cheek, and then faded away
until she was quite white, but she did not speak,
and no one noticed her emotion. Stepping
gently into the room, she softly approached the
bed in which Effie lay, the injured arm bound
up and supported by a cradle, and her whole
countenance indicative of so much weakness and
suffering that the tears streamed down her little
visitor's cheeks as, standing on a footstool by her
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side, she bent down and kissed the pale face
which lay on the pillow; and then taking Effie's
hand in her own she kissed it over and over
again as she stood there, but her heart was too
full for speech.
Effie received her very affectionately, and said
she was delighted to be allowed to see her
again; and after a few minutes Mrs. Gladstone
left the two little girls together, charging them
not to talk too much, and saying that in half an
hour she should take Kate away again, as Effie
was not yet strong enough to bear talking for
long at a time.
A short time only had elapsed after her
mother's departure when Kate began her self-
imposed task of expressing her sorrow and
asking Effie's forgiveness. It was a little difficult
to begin, but she knew it must be done, so she
"' Dear Eff," she said, "I am so very, very sorry
that I have been the cause of your suffering so
much. Pray forgive me! I hope I have learnt a
L'-::son that will serve me through life; for but
for my fault you would have been well and happy
at uncle Rob's, instead of being here in such a
state of suffering; say that you forgive me,
Forgive you, Kate! replied Effie, her pale
cheek firing up into scarlet; what do you mean ?
what had you to do with my accident ?"
Kate's spirit quailed; she had no idea that
Effie had not been aware of the cause of the
overturning of the boat, and she felt her task
to be more difficult than she had expected.
Did you not know," she replied, "that the
boat went over because I jumped up and sprang
to that side when uncle Rob had charged us all
to sit still ? Did not mamma tell you ?"
No, indeed," answered Effie, angrily; if she
had I should not have been so anxious to see
you. It is no trifle to endure all the agony of
pain I have suffered, and to be confined to this
tiresome bed, and kept from my dear cousins,
and all by your fault! And now you may as well
go away, for I cannot bear the sight of you,"
she continued, vehemently, and her weak frame
trembling with excitement. Go away, Kate,
if you please; it is of no use for you to stand
crying there, it only annoys me, and I wish you
Oh, Effie," sobbed Kate, I am so very
sorry, and I have had such a time of sorrow; do
try to forgive me, and let me stay and help
mamma nurse you."
c" No, I cannot, Kate," replied the passionate
child. Go, do go !" And poor Kate, weeping
floods of tears, obeyed, and, flying to her own
little room, wept and sobbed until the voice of
her grief reached her mother's ears, and brought
her best comforter to her side; and gladly did
the little girl pillow her head on the shoulder of
that dear and tried friend, and tell all her griefs
to that sympathising ear.
Mrs. Gladstone was much vexed to hear of
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Effie's angry and unforgiving spirit, but she-
suggested to Kate that allowance should be
made for the first impulse of an undisciplined
mind on learning who had been the means of
inflicting such severe and prolonged sufferings
and deprivations as those which her little patient
"Effle is not at present well enough for me
to venture to say much to her just yet, my
love," said her mother. "You must wait pa-
tiently until her better spirit prevails. Perhaps
when she is a little stronger I may be able
to lead her to see things in a different light.
Meanwhile, dear child, you must remember that,
though I would gladly shield you from this pain,
yet it is only another result of the fault of
which I have so often spoken to you, and you
must try, my love, to bear it meekly."
I will, mamma," replied the sorrowful child,
but indeed it is hard to bear. But, dear mo-
ther," she added, after a pause, "how often
I have disobeyed and no unpleasant consequence
followed, and now, for one act of disobedience, in
how many ways I am punished !-how is that ?"
It does not follow, my love," replied her
mother, that the one act which brings with it
painful consequences must necessarily be worse
than many others from which you see no bad
results. But still, Kate, I cannot allow that no un-
pleasant consequences have followed on any act of
disobedience. Every time that you have failed to
obey an injunction laid on you, at least two unplea-
sant consequences have followed: one, that a bad
habit has been strengthened, until at length, from
constant indulgence, it has gained such power
over you as that, until lately, your impulses
have usually been to disobey rather than to obey;
the other, that at each act of disobedience you
have increased the distance between yourself
and a gracious God, who has appointed obedience
as the duty of children to their parents and
guardians. And besides these, I may add, you
have also grieved those to whose authority you
should have yielded, and so caused sorrow,
where joy and comfort was due. Do you un-
derstand me ?"
"Yes, dear mamma, perfectly," replied Kate.
I dare say bad consequences have followed each
time that I have been disobedient, although I
have not seen or known them. Well, now I must
try to be patient and bear it all. I think now,
mother, except for the great trouble you are hav-
ing in nursing Effie, and the sad, sad pain I have
given her, I am not very sorry all this has hap-
pened; I see things now so differently from what
I did before, and I really do think I shall be
better for it all. But oh! it is hard to bear. I
do wish Effie would forgive me."
Patience, darling," replied Mrs. Gladstone.
"I hope Effie will not continue to be angry
long; but she must for the present be left to
herself, for I dare not further excite her to-day.
But now, dear child, it is drawing near school-
time, and we must not talk any longer. Go into
the garden, where you will find your brothers,
and try whether their dear, bright faces will not
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brighten up your own little pale one, and cheer
you before you go to your lessons. One thing
I can say, which will perhaps help in producing
that good effect. I have been much pleased, my
child, with your late conduct. Your steady,
and I may truly say successful endeavours to
submit your own wishes and will to those of
others, and to assist me, have been very satis-
factory to me; and, in truth, I do not know
how I should have got on without my Katie's
help in taking care of the children."
But I like it now, mamma. They have got
so fond of me that it is quite a different thing
from what it used to be," replied Kate.
"' I suspect," said Mrs. Gladstone, that is be-
cause my little girl, instead of being so taken
up with her own thoughts and employment
that she had no time to spare for amusing and
playing with her brothers, and no sympathy to
bestow on them in their little trials and joys,
now watches over them with sisterly love and
care, and is ready to give up her own pleasure
and amusement for the purpose of making them
happy. May not that have something to do
with the change, darling ?"
"Yes, mamma, perhaps it may," replied Kate,
And I am sure the love you have so entirely
won must be a delight to your heart, dear,"
said Mrs. Gladstone.
It is, indeed, mamma," replied Kate. Thank
you very much, dear, kind mamma. Oh yes!
good has already come out of all this trouble,
and more will-I'm sure it will," said Kate.
Earnestly and affectionately kissing her mother,
she went her way to join her brothers in the
garden, whilst Mrs. Gladstone returned to her
post at the bedside of the wayward little suf-
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WHiEN Mrs. Gladstone first looked at Effie on
her return to her room, she felt quite startled
at the flushed cheek and excited manner with
which the little girl received her. She waited a
short time to hear what her little patient would
say about her recent discovery of poor Kate's
delinquency, but Effie did not speak at all on the
subject; in fact, though her irritable temper and
naturally rather unforgiving spirit had led her to
send Kate away, and speak so vehemently to her
before she went, her conscience told her that she
was wrong, and she knew that her kind friend and
nurse would view the matter in the same light
as that in which the faithful mentor placed it;
and as she was in no frame of mind to yield up
her angry feelings, she kept silence, and said
nothing. Her feverish restlessness and sup-
pressed mutterings of displeasure, however, soon
betrayed to Mrs. Gladstone that both mind and
body were ill at ease. Yet the child's state of
health forbade her reasoning with her as she
would under other circumstances have done, and
therefore, instead of entering on the subject
which occupied her, she had recourse to a
composing draught, which soon sent her little
patient to sleep, and, after watching a short
time by her side, Mrs. Gladstone summoned
Sarah to sit by her whilst she went herself to
attend to some household duties.
Kate's spirits were somewhat oppressed all
that evening, and her eyes often filled with
tears when she remembered Effle's conduct
towards her. She felt in her heart that in
Effie's case she would have behaved very differ-
ently, but then in reconsidering the matter she
thought, Well, I am not very sure. Perhaps at
the first moment I might have felt just the
same,-I fear I should. It is not very easy to
forgive such a great injury all in a moment.
But now I see how painful it is not to be
forgiven. I must take care in future; and if
any one should hurt or vex me, I must try to
forgive quite directly, and not make any one feel
such troubles as I now feel."
"Forgiving one another, and forbearing one
another," was a precept that just then came
into Kate's mind, and she thought 'Forgiving'
and 'forbearing.' Well, if it is Effie's duty now
to forgive, it certainly is mine to 'forbear,' and I
must bear with poor Eff, for very likely I should
have been worse if she had hurt me so. I will
ask mamma to take her a message, and to say
how sorry I am, and try to forbear, and not
mind her being so unkind." But as she thought
thus the blinding tears rose up in her eyes, and
began to fall afresh, and she felt that it was
very difficult to bear the part of her punishment
that was now resting so heavily on her.
She was sitting alone endeavouring to prepare
her lessons for the next day. Her little brothers
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had been long in bed, and her mother had been
with Effie ever since ten o'clock. But her efforts
to learn were not very successful, for, though the
book lay open before her, her mind was so much
absorbed in thought that she did not hear her
mother enter the room, and started violently
when she unexpectedly put her hand on her
Oh, mamma, I am so glad you are come !"
said Kate, rising, and throwing her arms round
her mother's neck. "It is so lonely here to-
night. Is Effie awake, mamma ?"
She is, my dear," replied Mrs. Gladstone.
"I have pleasant news for you, which will, I
hope, brighten that sad little face, and dry up
those starting tears. Effie sends you her love,
and begs you will forgive her for being so cross
to you to-day. She says she is very sorry she
spoke so unkindly, and hopes to-morrow you
will come and sit with her."
And does she forgive me, mamma ?" asked
Kate, smiles flashing through her tears.
"I hope so, my love. You must make
allowances, for Effie's sufferings have been great
and prolonged, and it is possible that she may
not yet be quite able to forgive the author of
them. Be patient, dear child, and in time I
have no doubt that your little friend will be able
wholly to forgive you," said Mrs. Gladstone.
May not I see her to-night, mamma ?" in-
quired Kate; only just for one minute ?"
"Not ,to-night, dear," replied her mother.
Effie has had more excitement to-day than is
good for her, and must not speak any more this
evening. But I am thankful to tell you, Kate,
that her message to you was quite voluntary.
She woke from her sleep quiet and thoughtful,
and no doubt, when her conscience had had time
and opportunity to whisper its secret messages,
she felt that she had been wrong, for she called
me to her just before I came down, and asked me
to give you the message I have delivered. And
now, my precious child, go to your bed, and let
me see you with a happier countenance in the
morning ;" and Kate, tenderly kissing her mother,
went to bed and to sleep with a lighter heart
than she had borne for many previous hours.
The next day was Saturday, and a half-holiday.
Kate went to school in the morning, having
risen an hour earlier to study the lesson which
she had failed of completing on the previous
evening, and with her mind alive and interested
in her work she succeeded in gaining the
approval of her teachers, as well as in securing
a good many tickets to add to her already well-
furnished store, and her spirits became elated;
so that, when Sarah arrived to take her home
from school, she found her thoroughly enjoying
a game of prisoner's base with her young com-
panions, Miss Draper's pupils, and with bright
eyes and glowing cheeks she hastily took leave
of them, and returned joyfully home.
There was one little girl, Henrietta Danvers,
of whom Kate was particularly fond. She was
younger than herself by about half a year, but
she was a quick, bright child, full of fun and
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mirth, ardent in her affections, and loving or
disliking with an intensity which is found in
some characters, but which is at all times a
rather dangerous quality. It was not very often
that Henrietta Danvers took one of her very
ardent fancies to any one, but when she did her
love had more the character of a passion than of
ordinary affection. She would give up all other
things for a mere sight of her chosen friend, go
any distance for the sake of exchanging a few
words with her, and take her side in all disputes
or disagreements between her and any other
person, whether she were right or wrong, with
a vehemence and eagerness wholly indefensible
and unreasonable. Such intense love she now
bestowed on Kate Gladstone, and was conse-
quently always quoting her opinions as authority,
and setting her before her playmates as an
example, in so injudicious a manner as to make
many of the girls disposed to dislike the child
who was thus continually talked of with ex-
aggerated praise, and themselves to feel rather
inclined to make the most of her faults, and op-
pose her opinions.
Kate was naturally well pleased with her little
admirer. It is pleasant to feel oneself the
praised and admired of one's circle, and the
feeling of pleasure in being first is as prone to
exist in children as in those of more mature age;
consequently Kate felt highly gratified by the
energetic love and admiration that Henrietta
bestowed on her.
Home events had greatly tended to subdue
the self-gratulation which the palatable flattery
her little friend poured out on her tended to
induce; but on a child of Kate's tempera-
ment the effect could not be wholly lost, and
of late her hours had been spent in a sort
of fluctuating state of feeling, at home being
much depressed and humbled by all the cir-
cumstances which surrounded her, whilst at
school her mind but too often became un-
reasonably elated from the success with which
she invariably effected lessons more difficult
than other girls of her age in the school could
accomplish, and from the excessive praise and
admiration which such efforts always called forth
for her from her eager little admirer Henrietta.
On this Saturday Henrietta clung to Kate
until they were at the extreme edge of the
boundaries the girls were allowed to pass,
and there, with many kisses, the two little
friends separated, Kate promising Henrietta
that at the very first going-out day after Effie
was well enough she should ask her mother to
invite her to come and spend the day with her,
and Henrietta hinting that she was trying to
get her mamma and papa to invite Kate to
spend the Christmas holidays, or, at any rate,
part of them, with her at her home-a village
about ten miles from Grafton, the town where
Kate lived, and where they were at school.
When she reached home Kate was in high
spirits and glee, and had almost forgotten all
the troubles of yesterday. Soon after dinner
Mrs. Gladstone said that she might now go and
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see Efie, and if she liked it might sit with her
for an hour or two; so Kate took her work, and,
with some little anxiety of mind as to how their
meeting would go off, she crept to Effie's bed-
side, and once more stood on the stool beside
her, whence she had been so suddenly dismissed
on the previous day.
Oh, Kate," said Efie, good-humouredly, I
am sorry I was so cross yesterday. You did
not try to hurt me, and it was only an acci-
dent; so never mind, dear."
"' And you can forgive me, then, dear Effie ?"
said Kate, half disposed to cry again.
"Yes! oh yes," replied Effie, to be sure I
do; only I shall take care not to go out in a
boat with you again in a hurry. I thought
when Mr. Campbell had to speak to you so
many times about sitting still that we should be
sure to gct into some scrape. However, I know
you were sorry enough, Kate, so we won't say
another word about it; only don't ask me to go
in a boat with you again."
Kate blushed, and felt an angry impulse urge
her to tell Effie that she was very ungenerous
to dwell so much on the fault that had been so
heavily punished; but she checked herself and
Kate, I wish you would read to me," said
Efie; "read some nice story-book. If you
begin one now, and go on when you have time to
come up, we shall soon get through a nice long
tale. What books have you ?"
Oh, plenty," replied Kate, "and I should like
to read one all through. I have Leila in the
Island,' and Leila in England;' shall I read
either of those, or would you like' The Wide,
Wide World' better? "
No," replied Effie, "I have read both the
Leilas, and the other seems dull."
Oh, I know," said Kate, eagerly; "'it shall
be 'Ministering Children.' I have read it all,
but you said that you had not shall it be
that ? "
Yes, that will do nicely," answered Eflie;
and Kate brought the book, and was soon
mounted on the end of Effie's bolster, and de-
lightedly reading all the pretty opening details
about Jane M*ansfield, and little Ruth, and all
the other little people so pleasantly depicted in
No more allusion was made to the accident
and its causes, and the young friends were en-
gaged in a deep discussion as to which character
in the story they would rather have been, when
Mrs. Gladstone came to summon Kate to take
a walk with her uncle and cousins, who were
below waiting for her.
"But, Kate, don't go," said Effie, fretfully. I
want you to go on with the book, and it will be
so dull again when you are gone !"
Kate, who was delighted at the idea of going
with her uncle, had partly slipped down from
her place, but on Effie's remonstrance she
stopped. Ought she not to stay with the poor
suffering child to whom she had so longed to be
useful ?" This was her first thought; but then
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she wished so much to go with her uncle! She
had not had a nice walk for many days, and she
did not think she could give it up. Mrs. Glad-
stone did not speak, for she wished to see which
of the children would yield her own wishes to
You know, Kate, if it had not been for you
I should have been well, and not laid up here in
bed when everybody else is enjoying themselves,
and you ought to stay with me," said Effie.
Kate coloured painfully, for she again felt that
Effie's speech was very ungenerous, and she
also wished much to go; but commanding herself,
she said, though with tears in her eyes, Well,
then, I will stay, Effie. Will you tell my uncle,
mamma, that I cannot go to-day ? Or stay," she
added, "I can just run down to see him for one
minute, you know, and see Annie and Walter,
and I will come back to you directly, Effie."
And then they will make you go, and I
shall be left by myself," said Effie. "I know
they will; and I do wish you would not go down,
Kate. Now do get up and begin to read again,"
she added, impatiently; "I do so want to hear
One moment's thoughtful pause ensued, and
then Kate, steady to her resolution, began,
though with rather a sorrowful face, to obey
Effie's selfish mandate, and resumed her place;
but Mrs. Gladstone now interfered. She said
that she wished Kate to get some exercise, and
that had she been going to stay at home she
should not have allowed any more reading at
that time, as it was the hour for Effle to take
her medicine, and to rest after it, and she could
not permit her to be over fatigued. Kate,
therefore, not a little delighted, went to her
uncle, and Mrs. Gladstone, after giving Effie her
medicine, settled herself with her book, and all
was soon still in the sick room.
Some weeks had now passed since the acci-
dent, and Effie Cameron was nearly well. She
wore her arm in a sling, and was still weak, but
she was now able to go from room to room, and
into the garden, and to bear a gentle drive in a
Effie Cameron was the child of parents who
were in India. She had been hitherto residing
with some relations in the north of England,
but, circumstances having led her father to wish
that she should be removed from thence, he had
requested her guardian, Mr. Campbell, to find
some place near himself where the little girl
might be educated with one or more young com-
panions; and as Mrs. Gladstone was proposing
to seek a companion for Kate, who might share
her lessons with her, it had been decided that
Effie should henceforward find a home at The
Grove," and that, as soon as Kate's half-year at
school was concluded, a nice governess should
be provided, and both children be educated to-
There were some points in the character of
her little new inmate which caused some un-
easiness to Mrs. Gladstone, and at first she had
doubted whether it was right to expose her own
children to the influence of bad example; but
she remembered that, as she would be constantly
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at hand, and on the watch to guard them from
evil, and as it would be a work of charity to en-
deavour to eradicate these faults from the mind
and heart of the poor child, she had decided on
agreeing to her brother's wish, and accepting
the office of guardian to Effie.
Besides the ungenerous spirit, and selfish want
of consideration for others, that had marked the
period of her illness and recovery, Mrs. Glad-
stone feared there was a want of truthfulness
about her little charge. She had never as yet
detected her in direct falsehood, but she had
more than once had reason to suspect that her
statements were not strictly true, and she felt
that she must keep a careful watch on her, and
endeavour to protect her own little ones from
acquiring habits of deviation from truth, as well
as to correct the fault in Effie, if on further ob-
servation she found her fears to be well grounded.
"VMAMMA," said Kate, one day, "Thursday is
the going-out day for Miss Draper's girls. They
are allowed to visit friends on the first Thursday
in every month, and I want to ask Henrietta
Danvers to come here,-may I ?"
"Yes, my dear," replied Mrs. Gladstone; "I
shall be glad to become further aquainted with
this little friend of yours, and we will ask Annie
to meet her ; Walter will be at school, and in-
deed, if he were not, he would not enjoy being
the only boy among so many girls."
"And, mamma," again asked Kate, could
we not go somewhere for a nice walk, and
pick flowers ? Etta would like it so much !"
Oh, no, Kate," broke in Effie, "then I shall
be left all alone, because you know I cannot
"True, I forgot that," replied Kate; "then
we will stay and play in the garden."
"Well, my dears," interposed Mrs. Gladstone,
"' I think I can so manage that you can all go to
Hayley Wood and gather nuts. They will be
about ripe, and I will ask uncle Rob to drive
us, Effie, and me, and little Evie, in his pony-
carriage, and you can all walk and take Eddie
with you, and then Walter can join us for an
hour after school, and come back with us to tea.
If we start as soon as we have dined, we may be
" The little Friends."-p. 88.
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off by two, and then we need not be at home
until half-past six."
And how long will it take us to go, mamma ?"
"You must allow an hour for going, and
about the same for returning," replied her mother,
"and then we shall have three hours and a half
to spend there."
"How delightful, mamma! Could not we
light a fire, and boil our own kettle, and have
tea there ? What fun it would be-shouldn't
you like it, Eff? Oh, do let us, mother."
Oh, do, do, Mrs. Gladstone!" exclaimed
Effie; and, "Do, darling mamma!" shouted
Eddie; and mamma, who in truth had no real
objection to make, agreed that it should be so.
It was only Tuesday when the plan was de-
vised, and that gave time for much pleasurable
preparation. Cook received orders to make a
large plum-cake, and to order an extra amount
of bread and milk for the anticipated day, and
baskets were packed with just enough cups to
allow one for each, together with a scantier
allowance of plates, knives, and spoons. A tea-
kettle and teapot and a box of matches were to
be provided, and that was all. Water to boil for
tea, and wood to kindle a fire, were to be found
in plenty on the spot; for there was a fair little
spring that oozed out in a natural grotto, all
draperied with hart's-tongue and maiden's-hair,
and carpeted with green mosses; a very bath-
house for the fairies; and the fallen twigs and
branches, which lay thick on the ground in all
the walks, would afford fire enough for all the
gipsy-parties in Devonshire.
Great was the excitement and joy that pre-
vailed throughout the household. Eddie was
garrulous with delight, and he and little Evelyn
rehearsed all the parts of the proposed entertain-
ment from morning till night, pretending to
gather sticks, slinging the tea-kettle over the
fire, and even going so far as to make-believe
that they burnt their fingers in the fancy flames,
and smutted their frocks with the visionary tea-
Henrietta was scarcely less vociferous with
delight than the little boys, when Kate told her
of the pleasures that were in store; but she
decided that she must curb her thoughts and
give all her attention to her lessons, for it was
Miss Draper's rule, and one strictly kept, that
unless all the prescribed tasks were done, and
well done, the defaulters should not go to any
friend to whom they might be engaged. So
Etta and Kate worked hard and well, and all
promised fair for their full enjoyment of the day.
Efie, who had never had the delight of an
out-of-door party of this description, was charmed
at the plan, and perhaps the more so because
she had been so long confined to invalid habits;
but she probably did not enjoy the prospect
quite so much as the rest, because, having no
recollections to fall back on, she could, of course,
not realise to her mind half the delights belong-
ing to an afternoon in the woods.
The day came, and at half-past twelve Kate
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returned from school, bringing Henrietta with
her. The little visitor had never before been at
" The Grove," and was charmed to see all Kate's
belongings : her garden, her own bookcase,
with its treasured little volumes, the gifts of
many friends; her kitten; and, above all others,
she delighted in the fat, fair baby, whom she
was taken to visit in her cot. The two little
girls (for Mrs. Gladstone had made Effie lie
down to rest for an hour before dinner, lest the
fatigue should be too much for her, and they
were, in consequence, alone together) crept
hand in hand to peep in at the sleeping babe,
nurse holding up her finger and hushing them,
lest the slumbers of her pet should be broken
before the proper time. Kate lifted up the
little white curtain, and there lay little Bea-
trice, her pretty soft cheek resting on the
pillow, and her little fat hands, one thrown up
over her head, the other spread out in all its
dimpled beauty on the coverlid.
Isn't she a darling, Etta ? asked Kate, in
She's an angel, Katie!" replied Etta, in a
soft, low voice. She's the very image of you,
Katie, you sweet, dear creature !"
Nonsense, Etta! replied Kate, laughing;
" she's not a bit like me, as you'll say when you
see her awake: she's prettier by half."
Prettier !" said Etta, half scornfully; "well,
of course you will say so ; but if she's ever half
so pretty or half so good as you, Katie, she will
be a treasure indeed."
"I wish you wouldn't talk so, Etta," said
Kate; I know you mean what you say, but it
sounds so like flattery, and it is only because
you are fond of me that you think all that;
other people don't think me so good."
But Kate for the moment did not feel quite
sure that other people," those people who did
not think her so good, were altogether right, for
Henrietta's adulation gratified her, and, coming
as it did just after a period of particular humili-
ation, it sounded pleasant to be told she was so
good; and it was agreeable to her vanity for
one so bright and clever as Henrietta to give
way in all things to her, as she did.
But baby Beatrice now began to wake. A.
pretty smile dimpled on her cheek and lip, as,
stretching out her little limbs to their greatest
length, the babe opened her clear dark eyes,
and, seeing her darling sister leaning over
her, began to coo and talk in baby language.
Kate, kissing her vehemently, slipped her hands
under her, and with some difficulty pulled her
out of the cot, and, seating Henrietta on the
ground, placed baby on her knee, nurse making
no opposition; and there the little nurses sat
on low seats, and played with and kissed the
good-humoured child, who submitted to all
their inconvenient handling, and laughed merrily
at all the odd grimaces and gesticulations that
they made for her special amusement, with the
But the first bell rang for dinner, and Kate
knew that they had but ten minutes to wash
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their hands and smooth their hair, so, giving
up baby to her nurse, she led Etta to her own
little room, and then, when they were ready,
into the usual sitting-room, where Mrs. Glad-
stone and Effie, with the little boys, were await-
ing them, and then all went in to dinner.
Effie Cameron had never before seen Henri-
etta, and at once conceived a decided dislike to
her. Effie liked to be first, and she soon saw
that Henrietta had not a thought to spare for
her, for that she was wholly taken up with
Kate; and Kate, it must be confessed, was
more closely engaged in talking to her new
friend than it was quite necessary she should
be. Effie soon became very angry at hearing
Etta's rather overstrong praises of Kate, and
Etta thought of and cared nothing for Effie ; or
if she thought of her at all, it was with a feeling
that she was a rather cross and forbidding-man-
nered child, and one whom she did not feel
Dinner was but just over when uncle Rob
made his appearance. He had driven in Annie,
and she and the other young ones were soon in
fall chat, whilst he stood consulting on their
movements with his sister. As he said that the
carriage would well take Sarah and both little
boys in the back seat, it was settled that they
should go so; and accordingly Mrs. Gladstone,
Mr. Campbell, and Effie went in the front, and
the little ones and Sarah in the back; and the
teakettle and teapot, with the baskets of pro-
visions, being all packed in, they started, whilst
the three girls, with Mary the housemaid as
their attendant on the way, and helper when
they got to the scene of action, started in high
glee to walk across the fields by a shorter cut
than that which the carriage had taken.
It was an exceedingly bright day; the sun
shone in summer splendour, and every hedge
and field that they passed was gay with birds
and butterflies. There were the lovely bright
yellow brimstone butterflies, and the deep dark-
tinted peacocks, with their rich blue and purple-
eyed wings; and numbers of atalantas, those
very gorgeously-tinted creatures, whose wings
are of rich red barred with black and white, and
which fly in such a floating graceful manner, as
if they were wafted up and down on the wind;
and there were hundreds of little blue angus
butterflies, and golden-spotted heath butterflies,
and wood and meadow varieties in profusion.
Then there were wreaths of blackberries on the
hedges, some only just turned red, but others
of a tempting blackness; and these were inter-
spersed with yellow ragworts and purple centau-
ries, and wreaths of the large white-blossomed
convolvoli, twined and twisted about in every
direction amongst the low shrubby trees and
saplings which afforded them support, or thrown
in wild confusion on the ground, matting it
with their thick green foliage and fair white
It was well that mamma allowed us plenty
of time for getting there," said Kate, as she
stopped to wreathe one of the long stems of