A Rose in June

rk, and care should irritate the worker as it invariably does; but here indeed there was reason enough; for Mrs. Damerel felt that the two people luxuriating in total absence of care on this d

o give in to them. But Rose had none of these privileges. What her mother as a woman had to take upon her, Rose had an equal right to take too. Mrs. Damerel herself could not forget, though everybody else did, that she had been a Rose too, in her proper person; the time even since that miraculous period was not so far off to her as to the others; but before she was Rose's age she had been married, and had already become, to some extent, Mr. Damerel's shield and buckler against the world and its annoyances. And here was Rose growing up as if she, instead of being a woman as nature made her, was herself one of the privileged class, to whom women are the ministers. This annoyed Mrs. Damerel more, perhaps, than the facts justified; it gave her a sense of injured virtue as well as feeling. It would be the ruin of the girl-it was wrong to let her get into such ways. The mother was angry, which is always painful and aggravates everything. She was too proud to struggle with her daughter, or to exact help which was not

credit, and yet get as long a day as possible. Mrs. Damerel had come by long practice to have the finest intuition in such matters. She knew exactly how long a tailor or a wine merchant would wait for his money without acerbation of temper, and would seize tha

fully. Patty, the next girl to Agatha, aided and abetted Dick; and what with the laughter of these two pickles, and the screams of the small ones, and poor Agatha's remonstrances, the scene was Pandemonium itself, and almost as hot; for the room was on the sunny side of the house, and blazing, notwithstanding the drawn blinds. The children were all languid and irritable with the heat, hating their confinement in-doors; and, indeed, if Rose had come, she would have made a very poor exchange. Agatha's music had tumbled down from the piano, the old red cover was half drawn off the table, and threatened at any moment a clean sweep of copybooks, inkbottles and slates. Dick stood among his books, all tumbled on the floor, his heels crushing the cover of one, while Patty sat upon the open dictionary, doubling down half the leaves with her weight. Such a scene for a bothered mother to come into! Mr. Damerel himself heard some faint rumor of th

ecognized as an Irish-man. ("It will be my name, to be sure," he would say on such occasions, somewhat puzzled.) He was a bony man, loosely put together, in a long coat, with rather a wisp of

s, that it does not much matter," said Mrs. Damerel. "On

little or nothing to do, except when there's sickness. What a brute I was

smile, but shaking her head. "And, indeed," she added, the cloud coming over her face again, "Rose ough

for one like her-whereas the like o' me is made for it. Look here, Dick, my boy, will you pr

" cried Dick

"though how a brick can learn lessons?-It's so

you see the mother smile? and Agatha too. I'm going

together!-but they could not go on with Miss Hunt," she added, with a quick glance at the curate to see whether by chance he understood her. Good curate, he could be very stolid on occasion, though

this-I don't do much visiting of mornings; they don't like it. It takes them all in a mess as it were, before they've had time to get tidy, and these mornings

good; but, Mr. Nolan, I can't take anything more from you. Rose must help me, it is her duty; it is bad for

hat he entertained no absorbing passion for Miss Rose, though I am aware it is a curate's duty so to do. "So sh

other, overwrought and irritable, "and duty is

es," said the curate;

," said the mother, with the slightest tinge of bitterness, "

o nothing but idle. And idling's a great temptation. A cigar comes natural when you've nothing to do. You don't like a man smoking in the morning; I've heard

o tears; "but I must first try what can be done at home," she added after a pause; "

which the rector's wife only half understood. Was it satirical? or could it be possible that the curate was surprised that the people thought more of the rector than of himself? Mrs. Damerel was aware, no one better, of her husband's faults. Many a time she was ready to say in bitterness (to herself) that he was wearing her to death; but nevertheless she looked at long, loosely-b

people are very quick to recognize high breeding; but I am

however, to the educational question, which did not involve anything painful, and after considerable discussion it was settled that he should give the elder children lessons in the morning "if their papa approved." It is impossible to say what a relief this decision was to the mother, who had felt these lessons to be the last straw which proverbially breaks the camel's back. She was glad of the chat with a sympathizing friend, who understood, without saying anything about, her troubles-and doubly glad of the holiday exacted from her by his means-and gladder still to get rid of him and return to her many other occupations; for it was Monday, as has already been mentioned, and there was the laundress to look after, and a thousand other things awaiting her. The curate went out by the garden door when he left her, out upon the lawn, where he paused to look at as charming a scene a

ector should never do anything in his life except recline with languid limbs out-stretched,{16} and his poetical head bent over his

hadow came stalking across the sunshine; "well, worrying yourself to d

rying herself to death with the children, and one thing and another. A

anything to do with that? was it not her own pleasure? A hot flush came over the girl's face. Mr. Nolan thoug

then blushed more hotly, perceiving vaguely that there was

to the rector of parish business, over which Mr. Damerel yawned with evident weariness. "Excuse me; the heat makes one languid," he said. "You have my full sanction, Nolan. Yo

not care to be troubled with details; but the rector had all the advantages of the position, all the income, and even so much the moral superiority over his curate, that even they (

stances alone and external appearances. This did not make him bitter, for he had a kind of placid philosophy in him, and was of t