My Mother's Rival / Everyday Life Library No. 4

e picture galleries, told her all the legends of the place. She walked out in the grounds and had learned to make herself quite at home

oland never stopped to think that it would perhap

lace. I cannot tell you how different things are w

said, in that sweet voice, whic

ings going wrong I should be grateful

I could feel in some vague way that she was sympathizing with him and pityin

ekeeper?" she asked,

been here over fift

eldom of much use. If everything does not go on as you wish in this unfortunate state of things, rely upon it that is what is wro

n," he said. "I have no doubt

tender anxiety; I saw the look,

erfully and gladly do everything and anything I can," she said, "to h

offering to obtain court patronage, and

and of her devotion to him? As for things going wrong, it was not true-my mot

n on my face, an idea seemed to occur to him.

ust never repeat one word of what you hear to your mother;

answered. "Although she is i

re, but that my father pla

said. "I am afraid I gi

" said Miss Reinhart; "but a sweet chi

I feel quite sure that she whispered

with Lad

t right? I tried hard to keep all my indignation and anger, my fear and dread of what was to follow, to myself, but I could not bear it. I believe my heart would have broken but for Emma, my nurse. She found me behind the great cluster of laurel t

nd patient; don't set yourself agai

look at him as though he were to be pitied because mamma is ill? It is mamma who wants pity; she is twent

know I love you, and what I say to you is always because I do love you. Do what I

d she hates me," I

not reasonable or patient; try to make the best of it. It is of no use for you

ll so happy; we were all three so happy-why did s

a, but I think you do

th mamma," I said-"to take care of her and try to mak

words, "do you know, Miss Laura, that my lady, who is so clever herself,

accomplished; she spoke French and German and had a very fair knowledge of Italian, whereas I had only just mastered the r

ort; you must know some of the things she does. Now, Miss Laura, make up your mind, dear; instead of making th

oing. It must be a matter of years, but if by constant application I could shorten the time, even by one year,

ady, how dreadful it would be. It would make her much worse, and we do not k

" I cried; "but I wi

bout Miss Reinhart. I did keep it, and Heaven knows how much it cost me. My father was rather surprise

" he cried. "Why do you wis

so very much to

hat mamma is never present, I cannot see why you and Miss Reinhart should not take breakfast with me. I am very lonely, and should be delighted if we could manage that. But I must speak to mamma. Then I shoul

ever enter th

l begin your lessons to-day, and we w

s to be devoted to my studies, and the rest of the day, if mamma desired her presence, Miss Reinhart was to spend wit

may last!" said Emma,

y angel repeat