"Nonsense!" And the bright active little lady looked steadily into the heavy face of this undeveloped girl, half child, half woman, until some of her own spirit seemed to be reflected there. Whether the excitement of the morning had roused her, or her mistresses"
kindness had touched Elizabeth"s heart, and--as in most women--the heart was the key to the intellect; or whether the gradual daily influence of her changed life during the last month had been taking effect, now for the first time to appear--certain it is that Hilary had never perceived before what an extremely intelligent face it was; what good sense was indicated in the well shaped head and forehead; what tenderness and feeling in the deep-set grey eyes.
"Nonsense," repeated she. "Never give up any thing; I never would.
We"ll try a different plan, and begin from the beginning, as I do with my little scholars. Wait, while I fetch a copy book out of the parlor press."
She highly amused her sisters with a description of what she called her "newly inst.i.tuted Polynesian Academy;" returned, and set to work to guide the rough, coa.r.s.e hand through the mysteries of calligraphy.
To say this was an easy task would not be true. Nature"s own laws and limits make the using of faculties which have been unused for generations very difficult at first. To suppose that a working man, the son of working men, who applies himself to study, does it with as little trouble as your upper-cla.s.s children, who have been unconsciously undergoing education ever since the cradle, is a great mistake. All honor, therefore, to those who do attempt, and to ever so small a degree succeed in, the best and wisest culture of all, self-culture.
Of this honor Elizabeth deserved her share.
"She is stupid enough," Hilary confessed, after the lesson was over; "but there is a dogged perseverance about the girl which I actually admire. She blots her fingers, her nose, her ap.r.o.n, but she never gives in; and she sticks to the grand principle of one thing at a time. I think she did two whole pages of a"s, and really performed them satisfactorily, before she asked to go on to b"s. Yes! I believe she will do."
"I hope she will do her work, any how," said Selina, breaking into the conversation rather crossly. "I"m sure I don"t see the good of wasting time over teaching Elizabeth to write, when there"s so much to be done in the house by one and all of us, from Monday morning till Sat.u.r.day night."
"Ay, that"s it," answered Hilary, meditatively. "I don"t see how I ever shall get time to teach her, and she is so tired of nights when the work is all done; she"ll be dropping asleep with the pen in her hand--I have done it myself before now."
Ay, in those days when, trying so hard to "improve her mind," and make herself a little more equal and companionable to another mind she knew, she had, after her daily house cares and her six hours of school teaching, attempted at nine P. M. to begin close study on her own account. And though with her strong will she succeeded tolerably, still, as she told Johanna, she could well understand how slow was the, "march of intellect" (a phrase which had just then come up) among day laborers and the like; and how difficult it was for these Mechanics Inst.i.tutions, which were now talked so much of, to put any new ideas into the poor tired heads, rendered sluggish and stupid with hard bodily labor, "Suppose I were to hold my Polynesian Academy on a Sunday?" and she looked inquiringly at her sisters, especially Johanna.
Now the Misses Leaf were old fashioned country folk, who lived before the words Sabbatarian and un-Sabbatarian had ever got into the English language. They simply "remembered the Sabbath day to keep it holy;" they arranged so as to make it for all the household a day of rest: and they went regularly to church once--sometimes Selina and Hilary went twice. For the intervening hours, their usual custom was to take an afternoon walk in the fields; begun chiefly for Ascott"s sake, to keep the lad out of mischief, and put into his mind better thoughts than he was likely to get from his favorite Sunday recreation of sitting on the wall throwing stones. After he left for London there was Elizabeth to be thought of; and they decided that the best Sabbath duty for the little servant was to go and see her mother. So they gave her every Sunday afternoon free; only requiring that she should be at home punctually after church time, at eight o"clock. But from thence till bedtime was a blank two hours, which, Hilary had noticed, Elizabeth not infrequently spent in dozing over the fire.
"And I wonder," said she, giving the end of her long meditation out loud, "whether going to sleep is not as much Sabbath breaking as learning to write? What do you say, Johanna?"
Johanna, simple, G.o.d-fearing woman as she was, to whom faith and love came as natural as the breath she drew, had never perplexed herself with the question. She only smiled acquiescence. But Selina was greatly shocked. Teaching to write on a Sunday! Bringing the week day work into the day of rest! Doing one"s own pleasure on the holy day!
She thought it exceedingly wrong. Such a thing had never been heard of in their house. Whatever else might be said of them, the Leafs were always a respectable family as to keeping Sunday. n.o.body could say that even poor Henry--
But here Selina"s torrent of words stopped.
When conversation revived, Hilary, who had been at first half annoyed and half amused, resumed her point seriously.
"I might say that writing isn"t Elizabeth"s week-day work, and that teaching her is not exactly doing my own pleasure; but I won"t creep out of the argument by a quibble. The question is, What is keeping the Sabbath day "holy?" I say--and I stick to my opinion--that it is by making it a day of worship, a rest day--a cheerful and happy day--and by doing as much good in it as we can. And therefore I mean to teach Elizabeth on a Sunday."
"She"ll never understand it. She"ll consider it work."
"And if she did, work is a more religious thing than idleness. I am sure I often feel that, of the two, I should be less sinful in digging potatoes in my garden, or sitting mending stockings in my parlor, than in keeping Sunday as some people do--going to church genteelly in my best clothes, eating a huge Sunday dinner, and then nodding over a good book, or taking a regular Sunday nap till bedtime."
"Hush, child!" said Johanna, reprovingly; for Hilary"s cheeks were red, and her voice angry. She was taking the hot, youthful part which in its hatred of forms and shams, sometimes leads--and not seldom led poor Hilary--a little too far on the other side. "I think," Miss Leaf added, "that our business is with ourselves, and not with our neighbors. Let us keep the Sabbath according to our conscience. Only, I would take care never to do any thing which jarred against my neighbor"s feelings. I would, like Paul, "eat no meat while the world standeth" rather than "make my brother to offend." "
Hilary looked in her sister"s sweet, calm face, and the anger died out of her own.
"Shall I give up my academy?" she said, softly.
"No, my love. It is lawful to do good on the Sabbath day, and teaching a poor ignorant girl to write is an absolute good. Make her understand that, and you need not be afraid of any harm ensuing."
"You never will make her understand," said Selina, sullenly. "She is only a servant."
"Nevertheless I"ll try."
Hilary could not tell how far she succeeded in simplifying to the young servant"s comprehension this great question, involving so many points--such as the following of the spirit and the letter, the law of duty and the compulsion of love, which, as she spoke, seemed opening out so widely and awfully that she herself involuntarily shrank from it, and wondered that poor finite creatures should, ever presume to squabble about it at all.
But one thing the girl did understand--her young mistress"s kindness.
She stood watching the delicate little hand that had so patiently guided hers, and now wrote copy after copy for her future benefit. At last she said--
"You"re taking a deal o" trouble wi" a poor wench, and it"s very kind in a lady like you."
Miss Hilary was puzzled what answer to make. True enough it was "kind," and she was "a lady;" and between her and Mrs. Hand"s rough daughter was an unmistakable difference and distinction. That Elizabeth perceived it was proved by her growing respectfulness of manner--the more respectful, it seemed, the more she herself improved. Yet Hilary could not bear to make her feel more sharply than was unavoidable the great gulf that lies and ever must lie--not so much between mistress and servant, in their abstract relation--(and yet that is right, for the relation and authority are ordained of G.o.d)--but between the educated and the ignorant, the coa.r.s.e and the refined.
"Well," she said, after a pause of consideration, "you always have it in your power to repay my "kindness," as you call it. The cleverer you become the more useful you will be to me; and the more good you grow the better I shall like you."
Elizabeth smiled--that wonderfully bright, sudden smile which seemed to cover over all her plainness of feature.
"Once upon a time," Hilary resumed by-and-by, "when England was very different from what it is now, English ladies used to have what they call "bower-women," whom they took as girls, and brought up in their service; teaching them all sorts of things--cooking, sewing, spinning, singing, and, probably, except that the ladies of that time were very ill-educated themselves, to read and write also. They used to spend part of every day among their bower-women; and as people can only enjoy the company of those with whom they have some sympathies in common, we must conclude that--"
Here Hilary stopped, recollecting she must be discoursing miles above the head of her little bower-maiden, and that, perhaps, after all, her theory would be best kept to herself, and only demonstrated practically.
"So, Elizabeth, if I spend a little of my time in teaching you, you must grow up my faithful and attached bower-maiden?"
"I"ll grow up any thing, Miss Hilary, if it"s to please you," was the answer, given with a smothered intensity that quite startled the young mistress.
"I do believe the girl is getting fond of me," said she, half touched, half laughing to Johanna. "If so, we shall get on. It is just as with our school children, you know. We have to seize hold of their hearts first, and their heads afterward. Now, Elizabeth"s head may be uncommonly tough, but I do believe she likes me."
Johanna smiled; but she would not for the world have said--never encouraging the smallest vanity in her child--that she did not think this circ.u.mstance so very remarkable.
CHAPTER V.
A household exclusively composed of women has its advantages and its disadvantages. It is apt to become somewhat narrow in judgment, morbid in feeling, absorbed in petty interests, and bounding its vision of outside things to the small horizon which it sees from its own fireside. But, on the other hand, by this fireside often abides a settled peace and purity, a long-suffering, generous forbearance, and an enduring affectionateness which the other s.e.x can hardly comprehend or credit. Men will not believe, what is nevertheless the truth, that we can "stand alone" better than they can; that we can do without them far easier, and with less deterioration of character, than they can do without us; that we are better able to provide for ourselves interests, duties, and pleasures; in short, strange as it may appear, that we have more real self-sustaining independence than they.
Of course, that the true life, the highest life, is that of man and woman united, no one will be insane enough to deny; I am speaking of the subst.i.tute for it, which poor humanity has so often to fall back upon and make the best of--a better best very frequently than what appears best in the eyes of the world. In truth, many a troubled, care ridden, wealthy family, torn with dissensions, or frozen up in splendid formalities, might have envied that quiet, humble, maiden household of the Misses Leaf, where their only trial was poverty, and their only grief the one which they knew the worst of, and had met patiently for many a year--poor Selina"s "way."
I doubt not it was good for Elizabeth Hand that her first place--the home in which she received her first impressions--was this feminine establishment, simple and regular, in which was neither waste nor disorder allowed. Good, too, that while her mistresses" narrow means restricted her in many things enjoyed by servants in richer families, their interests, equally narrow, caused to be concentrated upon herself a double measure of thought and care. She became absolutely "one of the family," sharing in all its concerns. From its small and few carnal luxuries--such as the cake, fruit, or pot of preserve, votive offerings from pupils" parents--up to the newspaper and the borrowed book, nothing was either literally or metaphorically "locked" up from Elizabeth.
This grand question of locking up had been discussed in full conclave the day after her month of preparation ended, the sisters taking opposite sides, as might have been expected. Selina was for the immediate introduction of a locksmith and a key basket.
"While she was only on trial, it did not so much signify; besides, if it did, we had only b.u.t.tons on the press doors; but now she is our regular servant we ought to inst.i.tute a regular system of authority.
How can she respect a family that never locks up any thing?"
"How can we respect a servant from whom we lock up every thing!"
"Respect a servant! What do you mean, Hilary?"
"I mean that if I did not respect a servant I would be very sorry to keep her one day in any house of mine."
"Wait till you"ve a house of your own to keep, Miss," said Selina, crossly. "I never heard such nonsense. Is that the way you mean to behave to Elizabeth? leave every thing open to her--clothes, books, money; trust her with all your secrets; treat her as your most particular friend?"
"A girl of fifteen would be rather an inconvenient particular friend!
And I have happily few secrets to trust her with. But if I could not trust her with our coffee, tea, sugar, and so on, and bring her up from the very first in the habit of being trusted, I would recommend her being sent away to-morrow."