Elsie's children

Chapter 26

"Well, Griselda," she continued, addressing the doll, which she dandled in her arms, regarding it with a look of fond admiration, "we don"t care, do we, dear? We love and embrace one another, and that"s enough."

"Oh, go back to your own room," said Virginia in a tone of annoyance, "we don"t want you here."

"I"ll go when I get ready, and not a minute sooner," was the rejoinder in a pettish tone. "Oh, here"s visitors! what a pretty little girl! what"s your name, little girl? Won"t you come and play with me? I"ll lend you Grimalkin, my other wax doll. She"s a beauty; almost as pretty as Griselda. Now don"t get mad at that, Grissy, dear," kissing the doll again and again.

Rose was frightened and clung to her sister, trying to hide behind her.

"It"s Aunt Enna; she won"t hurt you," whispered Vi; "she never hurts any one unless she is teased or worried into a pa.s.sion."

"Won"t she make me go with her! oh, don"t let her, Vi."

"No, dear, you shall stay with me. And here is the nurse come to take her away," Violet answered, as the poor lunatic was led from the room by her attendant.

"Dear me!" exclaimed Miss Reed, who had not seen or heard of Enna before, turning to Virginia, "does she belong in the house? aren"t you afraid of her?"

"Not at all; she is perfectly harmless. She is my mother"s sister, and lost her reason some years ago, by an accidental injury to the head."

"I wonder you don"t send her to an asylum."

"Perhaps it might be as well," returned Virginia indifferently, "but it"s not my affair."

"Grandpa would never hear of such a thing!" said Isadore, indignantly.

"Mamma would not either, I am sure," said Violet. "Poor Aunt Enna! should she be sent away from all who love her, just because she is unfortunate?"

"Every one to their taste," remarked the visitor, shrugging her shoulders.

Vi inquired for her Aunt Louise and the younger members of the family, and was told that they and the grandfather were spending the day at Pinegrove.

"I was glad they decided to go to-day," said Isadore, seating Vi and herself comfortably on a sofa, then taking Rose on her lap and caressing her, "because I wanted you here, and to have you to myself. You see these two young ladies," glancing smilingly at her sister and guest, "are so fully taken up with each other, that for the most of the time I am quite _detrop_, and must look for entertainment elsewhere than in their society."

"Yes," said Virginia, with more candor than politeness, "Josie and I are all sufficient for each other; are we not, _mon amie_?"

"Very true, _machere_, yet I enjoy Isa"s company, and am extremely delighted to have made the acquaintance of your charming cousin," remarked Miss Reed, with an insinuating bow directed to Violet.

"You do not know me yet," said Vi, modestly. "Though so tall, I am only a little girl and do not know enough to make an interesting companion for a young lady."

"Quite a mistake, Vi," said Isadore rising. "But there is the dinner-bell.

Come let us try the soothing and exhilarating effect of food and drink upon our flagging spirits. We will not wait for Art; there"s no knowing when he can leave his patients; and Cal"s away on business."

On leaving the table, Isadore carried off her young cousins to her own apartments. Rose was persuaded to lie down and take a nap, while the older girls conversed together in an adjoining room.

"Isn"t it delightful to be at home again, after all those years in the convent?" queried Vi.

"I enjoy home, certainly," replied Isa, "yet I deeply regretted leaving the sisters; for you cannot think how good and kind they were to me. Shall I tell you about it? about my life there?"

"Oh, do! I should so like to hear it."

Isadore smiled at the eager tone, the bright interested look, and at once began a long and minute description of the events of her school-days at the nunnery, ending with a eulogy upon convent life in general, and the nuns who had been her educators, in particular. "They lived such holy, devoted lives, were so kind, so good, so self-denying."

Violet listened attentively, making no remark, but Isadore read disapproval more than once in her speaking countenance.

"I wish your mamma would send you and Elsie there to finish," remarked Isa, breaking the pause which followed the conclusion of her narrative.

"Should you not like to go?"

"No, oh no, no!"

"Why not?"

"Isa, I could never, _never_ do some of those things you say they require--bow to images or pictures, or kneel before them, or join in prayers or hymns to the Virgin."

"I don"t know how you could be so wicked as to refuse. She is the queen of Heaven and mother of G.o.d."

"Isa!" and Violet looked inexpressibly shocked.

"You can"t deny it. Wasn"t Jesus G.o.d?"

"Yes; he is G.o.d. "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with G.o.d, and the Word was G.o.d." "And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us.""

"Ah! and was not the Virgin Mary his mother?""

Vi looked perplexed for a moment, then brightening, "Ah, I know now,"" she said, "Jesus was G.o.d and man both.""

"Well?"

"And--mamma told me--Mary was the mother of his human nature only, and it is blasphemous to call her the mother of G.o.d; and to do her homage is idolatry."

"So I thought before I went to the convent," said Isadore, "but the sisters convinced me of my error. Vi, I should like to show you something.

Can you keep a secret?"

"I have never had a secret from mamma; I do not wish to have any."

"But you can"t tell her everything now while she"s away, and this concerns no one but myself. I know I can trust to your honor," and taking Vi"s hand, she opened a door and drew her into a large closet, lighted by a small circular window quite high up in the wall. The place was fitted up as an oratory, with a picture of the Virgin and child, and a crucifix, standing on a little table with a prayer-book and rosary beside it.

Vi had never seen such things, but she had heard of them and knew what they signified. Glancing from the picture to the crucifix, she started back in horror, and without a word hastily retreated to the dressing-room, where she dropped into a chair, pale, trembling and distressed.

"Isadore, Isadore!" she cried, clasping her hands, and lifting her troubled eyes to her cousin"s face, "have you--have you become a papist?"

"I am a member of the one true church," returned her cousin coldly. "How bigoted you are, Violet. I could not have believed it of so sweet and gentle a young thing as you. I trust you will not consider it your duty to betray me to mamma?"

"Betray you? can you think I would? So Aunt Louise does not know? Oh, Isa, can you think it right to hide it from her--your own mother?"

"Yes; because I was directed to do so by my father confessor, and because my motive is a good one, and "the end sanctifies the means.""

"Isa, mamma has taught me, and the Bible says it too, that it is never right to do evil that good may come."

"Perhaps you and your mamma do not always understand the real meaning of what the Bible says. It must be that many people misunderstand it, else why are there so many denominations of Protestants, teaching opposite doctrines, and all professing to get them from the Bible?"

Violet in her extreme youth and want of information and ability to argue, was not prepared with an answer.

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