"Ah, what a doleful countenance, daughter mine!" Elsie said laughingly, as she bent down and kissed the rosy cheek. "You must remember that my two little girls are not to carry the heavy end of this, and the sewing will be done in good season without overworking them. I could not permit that; I must see to it that they have plenty of time for rest and for healthful play. I appoint you one hour a day, and shall allow you to spend one more, if you wish, but that must be all."
Violet had been trained to cheerful acquiescence in the decisions of her parents, and now put it in practice, yet wished very much that mamma would let her work all day for Sally, till her outfit was ready; she was sure she should not tire of it; but she soon learned anew the lessons she had learned a hundred times before--that mamma knew best.
The first day she would have been willing to sew a little longer after the second hour"s task was done; the next, two hours were fully sufficient to satisfy her appet.i.te for work: on the third, it was a weariness before the end of the first hour; on the fourth, she would have been glad to beg off entirely, but her mother said firmly, "No, dear; one hour"s work is not too much for you, and you know I allowed you to undertake it only on condition that you would persevere to the end."
"Yes, mamma, but I am very tired, and I think I"ll never undertake anything again," and with a little sigh the child seated herself and began her task.
Mamma smiled sympathizingly, softly smoothed the golden curls, and said in her own gentle voice, "Let us not be weary in well-doing"! Do you remember the rest of it?"
"Yes, mamma, "for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." And you told us to faint was to get tired and stop. But mamma, what shall I reap by keeping on with this?"
"A much needed lesson in perseverance, for one thing, I hope my little daughter, and for another the promise given in the forty-first Psalm, "Blessed is he that considereth the poor; the Lord will deliver him in time of trouble. The Lord will preserve him, and keep him alive; and he shall be blessed upon the earth; and thou wilt not deliver him unto the will of his enemies. The Lord will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness."
"How would you like to hear a story while you sit here sewing by my side?"
"Oh, ever so much, mamma! A story! a story!" And all the little flock cl.u.s.tered about mamma"s chair, for they dearly loved her stories.
This was an old favorite, but the narrator added some new characters and new scenes, spinning it out, yet keeping up the interest, till it and the hour came to an end very nearly together.
Then the children, finding that was to be all for the present, scattered to their play.
Mrs. Ross had come in a few minutes before, and signing to her friend to proceed, had joined the group of listeners.
"Dear me, Elsie, how can you take so much trouble with your children?" she said. "You seem to be always training and teaching them in the sweetest, gentlest way; and of course they"re good and obedient. I"m sure I love mine dearly, but I could never have the patience to do all you do."
"My dear friend, how can I do less, when so much of their future welfare, for time and for eternity, depends upon my faithfulness?"
"Yes," said Lucy slowly, "but the mystery to me is, how you can keep that in mind all the time, and how you can contrive always to do the right thing?"
"I wish I did, but it is not so; I make many mistakes."
"I don"t see it. You do wonderfully well anyhow, and I want to know how you manage it."
"I devote most of my time and thoughts to it; I try to study the character of each child, and above all, I pray a great deal for wisdom and for G.o.d"s blessing on my efforts; not always on my knees, for it is a blessed truth, that we may lift our hearts to him at any time and in any place.
Oh, Lucy," she exclaimed with tearful earnestness, "if I can but train my children for G.o.d and heaven, what a happy woman shall I be I the longing desire of my heart for them is that expressed in the stanza of Watts"s Cradle Hymn:
"Mayst them live to know and fear him, Trust and love him all thy days, Then go dwell forever near him, See his face and sing his praise!""
CHAPTER ELEVENTH.
"Beware the bowl! though rich and bright, Its rubies flash upon the sight, An adder coils its depths beneath, Whose lure is woe, whose sting is death."
--STREET.
Mrs. Ross had found a nurse for Mrs. Gibson and a seamstress to help with the sewing; a good many of the needed garments were ordered from New York ready made, and in a few days the invalid was comfortably established in the seaside cottage recommended by Dr. Morton.
In another week, Sally found herself in possession of a wardrobe that more than satisfied her modest desires. She called at the Crags in her new traveling dress, to say good-bye, looking very neat and lady-like; happy too, in spite of anxiety in regard to her sight.
Not used to the world, timid and retiring, she had felt a good deal of nervous apprehension about taking the journey alone; but business called Mr. Ross to Philadelphia, and he offered to take charge of her and see her safe in the quiet boarding-place already secured for her by Mrs. Edward Allison, to whom Elsie had written on her behalf.
Adelaide had never felt either love or respect for the ill-tempered governess of her younger brothers and sisters, but readily undertook to do a kindness for her child.
"Have you the doctor"s address?" Mr. Ross asked, when taking leave of the girl in her new quarters.
"Yes, sir; Mrs. Travilla gave it to me on a card, and I have it safe. A letter of introduction too, from Dr. Morton. He says he is not personally acquainted with Dr. Thomson, but knows him well by reputation, and if anybody can help me he can."
"That is encouraging, and I hope you will have no difficulty in finding the place. It is in the next street and only a few squares from here."
Sally thought she could find it readily; Mrs. Travilla had given her very careful directions about the streets and numbers in Philadelphia; besides, she could inquire if she were at a loss.
When Mr. Ross returned home, he brought some one with him at sight of whom the Ion children uttered a joyous cry, and who stepping from the carriage, caught their mother in his arms and held her to his heart, as if he meant never to let her go.
"Papa! papa!" cried the children, "we did not know you were coming; mamma did not tell us. Mamma, did you know?"
"Yes, mamma had known; they saw it in her smiling eyes; and now they knew why it was that she had watched and listened so eagerly for the coming of the carriage; even more so than Aunt Lucy, who was expecting Uncle Philip, and who was very fond of him too. But then he had left her only the other day, and mamma and papa had been parted for weeks."
Mr. Travilla had rented a furnished cottage at Cape May and come to take them all there. The doctors thought that would be best for Lily now.
The young folks were greatly pleased, and ready to start at once; they had enjoyed their visit to the Crags, but had missed papa sadly, and now they would have him with them all the time, grandpa and the whole family from the Oaks, too; for they were occupying an adjoining cottage. And the delicious salt sea breeze, oh, how pleasant it would be!
Mrs. Ross was sorry to part with her guests, had hoped to keep her friend with her all summer, but a good deal comforted in her disappointment, by the knowledge that her mother, Sophie and her children would soon take their places.
As for young Philip he was greatly vexed and chagrined. "It is really too bad!" he said seeking little Elsie out, and taking a seat by her side.
She was on the porch at some little distance from the others, and busied in turning over the pages of a new book her papa had brought her.
"What is too bad, Phil?" she asked, closing it, and giving her full attention to him.
"That you must be hurried away so soon. I"ve hardly been at home two weeks, and we hadn"t seen each other before for two years."
"Well a fortnight is a good while. And you will soon have your cousins here--Herbert, Meta----"
"Herbert!" he interrupted impatiently, "who cares for him? and Meta, prying, meddling, tell-tale Meta"s worse than n.o.body. But there! don"t look so shocked, as if I had said an awfully wicked thing. I really don"t hate her at all, though she got me into trouble more than once with grandma and Aunt Sophie that winter we spent at Ashlands. Ah, a bright thought strikes me!"
"Indeed! may I have the benefit of it?" asked the little girl, smiling archly.
"That you may. It is that you might as well stay on another week, or as long as you will."
"Thank you, but you must remember the doctor says we should go at once, on baby"s account."
"I know that, but I was speaking only of you personally. Baby doesn"t need you, and papa could take you to your father and mother after a while."
"Let them all go and leave me behind? Oh, Phil, I couldn"t think of such a thing!"
The Travillas had been occupying their seaside cottage for two weeks, when a letter came from Sally Gibson; the first she had written them, though she had been notified at once of their change of address, told that they would be glad to hear how she was and what Dr. Thomson thought of her case, and a cordial invitation given her to come to them to rest and recruit as soon as she was ready to leave her physician.