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half attend to any。  Lately; I have been giving up almost everything
to keep this room quiet for Norman in the morning; because he was so
much harassed and hurt by bustle and confusion; and I found to…day
that things have gone wrong in consequence。〃

〃You must do the best you can; and try to trust that while you work
in the right spirit; your failures will be compensated;〃 said Mr。
Wilmot。  〃It is a hard trial。〃

〃I like your understanding it;〃 said Margaret; smiling sadly。  〃I
don't know whether it is silly; but I don't like to be pitied for the
wrong thing。  My being so helpless is what every one laments over;
but; after all; that is made up to me by the petting and kindness I
get from all of them; but it is the being mistress of the house; and
having to settle for every one; without knowing whether I do right or
wrong; that is my trouble。〃

〃I am not sure; however; that it is right to call it a trouble;
though it is a trial。〃

〃I see what you mean;〃 said Margaret。  〃I ought to be thankful。  I
know it is an honour; and I am quite sure I should be grieved if they
did not all come to me and consult me as they do。  I had better not
have complained; and yet I am glad I did; for I like you to
understand my difficulties。〃

〃And; indeed; I wish to enter into them; and do or say anything in my
power to help you。  But I don't know anything that can be of so much
comfort as the knowledge that He who laid the burden on you; will
help you to bear it。〃

〃Yes;〃 said Margaret; pausing; and then; with a sweet look; though a
heavy sigh; she said; 〃It is very odd how things turn out!  I always
had a childish fancy that I would be useful and important; but I
little thought how it would be!  However; as long as Richard is in
the house; I always feel secure about the others; and I shall soon be
downstairs myself。  Don't you think dear papa in better spirits?〃

〃I thought so to…day;〃and here the doctor returned; talking of
Abbotstoke Grange; where he had certainly been much pleased。  〃It was
a lucky chance;〃 he said; 〃that they brought Norman in。  It was
exactly what I wanted to rouse and interest him; and he took it all
in so well; that I am sure they were pleased with him。  I thought he
looked a very lanky specimen of too much leg and arm when I called
him in; but he has such good manners; and is so ready and
understanding; that they could not help liking him。  It was fortunate
I had him instead of RichardRitchie is a very good fellow;
certainly; but he had rather look at a steam…engine; any day; than at
Raphael himself。〃

Norman had his turn by…and…by。  He came up after tea; reporting that
papa was fast asleep in his chair; and the others would go on about
Cocksmoor till midnight; if they were let alone; and made up for his
previous yielding to Ethel; by giving; with much animation; and some
excitement; a glowing description of the Grange; so graphic; that
Margaret said she could almost fancy she had been there。

〃Oh; Margaret; I wonder if you ever will!  I would give something for
you to see the beautiful conservatory。  It is a real bower for a
maiden of romance; with its rich green fragrance in the midst of
winter。  It is like a picture in a dream。  One could imagine it a
fairy land; where no care; or grief; or weariness could come; all
choice beauty and sweetness waiting on the creature within。  I can
hardly believe that it is a real place; and that I have seen it。〃

〃Though you have brought these pretty tokens that your fairy is as
good as she is fair!〃 said Margaret; smiling。




CHAPTER XVI。



EVANS。   Peace your tattlings。 What is fair; William?
WILLIAM。 PULCHER。
QUICKLY。 Poulcats! there are fairer things than poulcats sure!
EVANS。   I pray you have your remembrance; child; accusative
         HING HANG HOG。
QUICKLY。 HANG HOG is Latin for bacon; I warrant you。
                                                SHAKESPEARE。


In a large family it must often happen; that since every member of it
cannot ride the same hobby; nor at the same time; their several
steeds must sometimes run counter to each other; and so Ethel found
it; one morning when Miss Winter; having a bad cold; had given her an
unwonted holiday。

Mr。 Wilmot had sent a large parcel of books for her to choose from
for Cocksmoor; but this she could not well do without consultation。
The multitude bewildered her; she was afraid of taking too many or
too few; and the being brought to these practical details made her
sensible that though her schemes were very grand and full for future
doings; they passed very lightly over the intermediate ground。  The
Paulo post fulurum was a period much more developed in her
imagination than the future; that the present was flowing into。

Where was her coadjutor; Richard?  Writing notes for papa; and not to
be disturbed。  She had better have waited tranquilly; but this would
not suit her impatience; and she ran up to Margaret's room。  There
she found a great display of ivy leaves; which Norman; who had been
turning half the shops in the town upside down in search of
materials; was instructing her to imitate in leather…worka regular
mania with him; and apparently the same with Margaret。

In came Ethel。  〃Oh; Margaret; will you look at these 'First Truths?'
Do you think they would be easy enough?  Shall I take some of the
Parables and Miracles at once; or content myself with the book about
'Jane Sparks?'〃

〃There's some very easy reading in 'Jane Sparks'; isn't there?  I
would not make the little books from the New Testament too common。〃

〃Take care; that leaf has five points;〃 said Norman。

〃Shall I bring you up 'Jane Sparks' to see?  Because then you can
judge;〃 said Ethel。

〃There; Norman; is that right?what a beauty!  I should like to look
over them by…and…by; dear Ethel; very much。〃

Ethel gazed and went away; more put out than was usual with her。
〃When Margaret has a new kind of fancy work;〃 she thought; 〃she cares
for nothing else! as if my poor children did not signify more than
trumpery leather leaves!〃 She next met Flora。

〃Oh; Flora; see here; what a famous parcel of books Mr。 Wilmot has
sent us to choose from。〃

〃All those!〃 said Flora; turning them over as they lay heaped on the
drawing…room sofa; 〃what a confusion!〃

〃See; such a parcel of reading books。  I want to know what you think
of setting them up with 'Jane Sparks'; as it is week…day teaching。〃

〃You will be very tired of hearing those spelled over for ever; they
have some nicer books at the national school。〃

〃What is the name of them?  Do you see any of them here?〃

〃No; I don't think I do; but I can't wait to look now。  I must write
some letters。  You had better put them together a little。  If you
were to sort them; you would know what is there。  Now; what a mess
they are in。〃

Ethel could not deny it; and began to deal them out in piles; looking
somewhat more fitting; but still felt neglected and aggrieved; at no
one being at leisure but Harry; who was not likely to be of any use
to her。

Presently she heard the study door open; and hoped; but though it was
Richard who entered the room; he was followed by Tom; and each held
various books that boded little good to her。  Miss Winter had; much
to her own satisfaction; been relieved from the charge of Tom; whose
lessons Richard had taken upon himself; and thus Ethel had heard so
little about them for a long time past; that even in her vexation and
desire to have them over; she listened with interest; desirous to
judge what sort of place Tom might be likely to take in school。

She did not perceive that this made Richard nervous and uneasy。  He
had a great dislike to spectators of Latin lessons; he never had
forgotten an unlucky occasion; some years back; when his father was
examining him in the Georgics; and he; dull by nature; and duller by
confusion and timidity; had gone on rendering word for wordenim
for; seges a crop; lini of mud; urit burns; campum the field; avenae
a crop of pipe; urit burns it; when Norman and Ethel had first warned
him of the beauty of his translation by an explosion of laughing;
when his father had shut the book with a bounce; shaken his head in

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