"I shall give it her on New Year"s Day," continued Agnes, after a few minutes of thoughtfulness, "for it was on that day of this year that she gave me that pretty purse of her own making; and I shall buy a gold thimble to put in it, and a pretty little pair of scissors with a gold sheath, and a tortoisesh.e.l.l box for needles, and some ivory winders for cotton."
"All these together," replied Mrs. Clavering, "will make a very handsome present, and I am sure that Laura will be much pleased with it. But do you know how long it is to New Year"s Day?"
"No, mother; I do not," replied Agnes.
"Nearly six weeks," said Mrs. Clavering; "but you may make your purchases the first time we walk through the Bazaar, and then you will have them ready against the time you require them."
Nothing more pa.s.sed at that time on the subject of the blue bag, and that and several following days being wet, there was no opportunity of visiting the Bazaar. During this time Mrs. Clavering and Agnes went to dine with Mr. and Mrs. Parker, and when Agnes, on going to play with her cousins after dinner, saw Laura"s shabby workbasket, and heard her complain of having broken her needle and hurt her finger by a hole in her thimble, Agnes felt very glad that she had happened to recollect what Laura wanted. She could hardly help telling her what was in preparation for her. More than once it was on the very tip of her tongue, and the secret certainly would have been revealed had not little Augusta Parker suddenly fallen against a table, which stood in the corner of the play-room and thrown its contents on the floor.
"Oh, Augusta!" said Laura, in a tone of vexation; but she checked herself, and helping the little girl to rise, kindly asked her if she had hurt herself.
The child, however, was unhurt, and knowing that Laura would be vexed at the upset she had occasioned, she crept to the other end of the room, and began playing with her little brothers.
"Oh, what beautiful sh.e.l.ls!" said Agnes. "Where did you get them, and why did you not show them to me, Laura? I am so fond of sh.e.l.ls!" For it was a box of sh.e.l.ls which the little Augusta had thrown off the table.
"I did not mean you to see them yet," replied Laura--"not till the box was full; but it does not signify now," added the placid little girl; and the two children sat down together to examine this little mine of treasures.
Agnes was not at all envious of Laura"s box of sh.e.l.ls, but Agnes would very much have liked to have had a box with sh.e.l.ls placed in them exactly as Laura"s were. It was one of her failings to wish to have the same toy or the same trinket which she saw in the possession of other little girls. It was not her desire to deprive them of theirs, but she wished to possess something exactly similar, and it had been her misfortune from the moment of her being able to form any wishes to have them immediately gratified. The consequence was that she was whimsical and capricious. The favourite wax doll of to-day would be discarded on the morrow for one of wood if she saw one of that sort in the hands of another. Her playthings never pleased her more than two or three days, and at the end of this time a string of new desires arose, which she knew would be immediately met, and which consequently led the way to others. She had only to ask and have, and this facility gradually produced a sort of selfishness which her mother was vexed at perceiving.
Agnes was kind-hearted, and always willing that others should be gratified, but not at her expense; and Mrs. Clavering saw that, while any little present the child made to her friends, or charity bestowed on some poor object, occasioned no deprivation to herself, the motives for both could not be pure.
When she had reached her eighth year, therefore, early as it might seem, Mrs. Clavering had set aside a purse for the use of her little girl, which she told her was all that would be expended for her amus.e.m.e.nts during the year, and she was anxious to see how far this arrangement might be a check on the boundless wishes of the little Agnes. Hitherto Agnes had gone on very well. Her father"s presents, in spite of her mother"s remonstrances, had kept the purse nearly full, and at the latter end of January it would be again replenished. But her father was now from home. It might so happen that he would be absent till that time, and Agnes knew that she must now use her means with caution.
As she was returning with her mother home in the carriage from her uncle"s, Agnes said:
"I should so very much like a box of sh.e.l.ls."
"And have you not as much pleasure in looking at Laura"s?" replied Mrs.
Clavering. "And do you not think she has some pleasure in showing you what you have not of your own? It is very seldom indeed that she can have this pleasure, for you have everything, and a great deal more than she has. It so happens in this case that her father"s brother has given her what I think it would be hardly in the power of your father to buy, for he brought them from abroad. And I hope you will be satisfied to see them when you are with your cousin, and be very careful of expressing any wish for them before her. For you know that she has more than once offered you such little trifles as you have wished for when you have seen them in her possession."
"Oh, mother," said Agnes, with eagerness, "I do not want Laura"s sh.e.l.ls, indeed! I only wanted some like them. But I will try and not think of the sh.e.l.ls."
"You should not do this, Agnes," said Mrs. Clavering; "you should try and think of them without wishing for them. But here we are at home."
A few days after this a lady called on Mrs. Clavering to invite her to go with her to look at some old china, and Agnes received permission to be of the party. While the two ladies were occupied with the master of the shop in looking through his a.s.sortment of china, the master"s wife very good-naturedly busied herself with Agnes, and endeavoured to amuse her by showing her many curiosities contained on her numerous shelves.
Amongst the rest she exhibited some drawers of sh.e.l.ls, some of which were so like those which Agnes had seen in Laura"s box that she began to long for them, and as the prices were marked, and they did not appear very expensive, she whispered to her mother and asked if she might purchase them.
"Can you afford it?" whispered Mrs. Clavering in reply, and stroking at the same time the blooming cheek that rested against hers.
"I think I can, mother," again whispered Agnes, in a very coaxing manner.
"If you are _sure_ you can," once more whispered Mrs. Clavering, "you may; but remember the blue bag."
Agnes returned to the tempting sh.e.l.l-drawer. Mrs. Clavering advanced the money to pay for the new purchases, and on their return home Agnes begged her mother would directly pay herself from her own purse.
"And, mother," continued Agnes, "I think the thimble shall be of silver instead of gold, for a gold one will cost a great deal of money. And I never use a gold one, and why should I give Laura one?"
"I see no reason why, certainly," answered Mrs. Clavering, "excepting that it was your own proposal. I should have thought that a silver one was quite as well, if not better; but I did not like to check your wish of making a handsome present to your cousin. Let it be silver, if you please; but take care that you keep money enough to pay for that, and the other articles which you design putting into the New Year"s present."
"Oh, I shall have plenty now, mother," returned Agnes; "but I think I could not have afforded the gold thimble."
And she went to her play-room to look at her sh.e.l.ls, put them in order, and see how many were wanting to complete the number which her cousin possessed.
It now occurred to her that a box to contain them was indispensable, and the footman"s brother being a carpenter, she desired him to get one made for her. It was soon completed, and when it came home, and was paid for, Agnes found that it had cost just the difference between a silver and a gold thimble. She proceeded to place her sh.e.l.ls in order, but the box was not half full, and while thus occupied a visitor called, who was accompanied by her young son and a beautiful little white dog, and this little white dog and his master called off her attention for a while from her sh.e.l.ls.
The little animal was very amusing and very playful. He could perform a number of little odd tricks, and, amongst others, would patiently wait while his young master counted ten, and then would spring forwards and receive the piece of bread or biscuit held out to him. Agnes thought she never could be tired of playing with such a "dear little dog," to use her own expression, and she expressed her wishes so strongly and so earnestly that the little dog"s master, after whispering to his mother, told Agnes that if she liked she was very welcome to keep the dog, for that he was going to school, and n.o.body at home cared for her but himself. Mrs. Clavering felt vexed that Agnes had so warmly expressed her admiration of the dog, but she did not see how she could decline her acceptance, and by this arrangement Agnes for the remainder of the day had nothing to wish for, excepting, indeed, it might be that the chapter of the History of England she read to her mother in the evening had not been quite so long, and that bedtime had not come before she had had another game of play with little Chloe.
In the morning the first thing to be thought of was Chloe, and Chloe occasioned in her mistress so many wandering thoughts when she ought to have been occupied with her book that Mrs. Clavering was obliged to threaten the loss of the new favourite before the morning task could be accomplished. At length Chloe was turned out of the room, but then Chloe would run downstairs, and into the hall, and back again upstairs, and scratch at the drawing-room door for admittance, and when once more admitted, on Agnes"s promise to let her lie still quietly under the sofa, Chloe wished to go out of the room again; and out of the room once more, but only once, she was allowed to go. Then, on the hall-door being left open for a minute, Chloe was out in the street, and it was with considerable difficulty that James, the man-servant, could again catch her. This suggested the necessity of a collar for Chloe, and a collar, indeed, seemed indispensable if the dog was to be kept.
"But I am not sure that I shall have money enough to buy one," said Agnes, as she begged her mother to examine her purse, and a.s.sist her in calculating how much the blue bag and its furniture were likely to cost.
Agnes thought, if father was at home she would have had the collar purchased for her directly, and as Mrs. Clavering had allowed the dog to be accepted, it seemed to her that it would not be an unreasonable indulgence to make Chloe"s mistress a present of a collar. She told Agnes, therefore, that she would provide the little animal with a collar, and thinking that the sooner the blue bag was bought the less would be Agnes"s temptation to encroach on the money set aside for its purchase, she directed her little girl to get her hat and pelisse put on, and they would proceed immediately to the Bazaar.
As Mrs. Clavering and Agnes were crossing the hall, a carriage drove to the door. It was Mrs. Montague, a particular friend of Mrs. Clavering, and she had called to invite her and Agnes to take a drive to a bird-fancier"s, who had a large collection of canary-birds; for Harriet and Eliza Montague had been promised by their uncle that they should each have one, and their mother thought that Agnes would like to go and help choose them. The little girls had a very pleasant ride together, and they all thought the birds very beautiful, and that they sung delightfully. But it was rather an unfortunate excursion for Agnes, for on her return home Chloe pleased her no longer, and she told her mother she thought "a canary-bird would be a much prettier pet than a rude, troublesome little dog."
"And yet you were very much pleased with your little dog yesterday,"
remarked Mrs. Clavering, "and to-day she looks much prettier with her smart collar on, and she frisks and gambols about, and is as anxious as ever to be taken notice of."
At this moment Chloe ran up to her little mistress, and Agnes could not help acknowledging that her collar was very pretty. She kissed her mother for having so soon obliged her by buying one, and for an hour or two the canary-birds were forgotten. The next day, however, Agnes had been invited to spend with Harriet and Eliza Montague. The birds had been brought home. They looked even more beautiful in the play-room than at the bird-fancier"s, and they and their cages together were so very ornamental that Agnes thought of them some minutes after she had laid her head on her pillow. In the morning she asked her mother if she might not buy a canary-bird. They were not very expensive, and she should like one so very much."
"I wish my dear little girl, you could learn to see what others have, and be amused and pleased, without always wishing to possess what has given you amus.e.m.e.nt and pleasure."
"If I can but have a canary-bird," replied Agnes, "I shall not wish for anything else, and shall be quite satisfied. Do, mother, let me buy one.
Father would, I know, if he were at home."
"Your father is very indulgent, Agnes," replied Mrs. Clavering. "He sees you but seldom, and never likes to refuse you anything you wish for when he does see you; but I should not think you a good girl to impose upon his kindness by asking anything of him which I had thought it better to refuse you."
"I cannot see why I should not have a canary-bird, mother," said Agnes, not, I am sorry to say, very good-humouredly, "and I do not wish you to buy it for me. I could buy it myself, for, you know, I have money of my own."
"I do not mean to argue with you," replied Mrs. Clavering, "for little girls of your age are not always capable of understanding the reason why indulgences are refused them, though they are quite equal to knowing that it is their duty not to repine when they are withheld. However, do as you please about the canary-bird. If you have money sufficient to pay for one, let the bird be bought. The money was given you to spend exactly as you please."
Agnes looked at her mother. No, mother did not look pleased--she looked grave; and when Agnes"s countenance once more brightened at the prospect of possessing the canary-bird, Mrs. Clavering neither smiled nor even looked at Agnes. She continued looking at her work, and her needle went in and out very, very fast. Agnes walked up to her mother, and taking her purse from the box where it was always kept, took from it the money, and began to count it.
Presently Mrs. Clavering said:
"Well, Agnes, what is this beautiful bird to cost?"
"Only five shillings," replied Agnes.
"And have you five shillings to spare?" said Mrs. Clavering.
"Oh yes, mother; I think I have," replied Agnes. "Oh yes, I can do it very well. You know I talked of buying a gold scissor-sheath for Laura, but I think a leather one will do just as well. And then I shall have more than money enough for the canary-bird."
"Poor Laura!" said Mrs. Clavering. "I am afraid she does not stand a very good chance of having any New Year"s gift. However, the money is your own, and you are to do what you please with it. But if you did think of others a little more, and less of yourself, Agnes, you would be a much more amiable little girl."
Agnes for a minute looked grave, for she saw a tear in her mother"s eye.
But her mother did not look angry, and she went on with her calculations and schemes about canary-birds and cages. James was commissioned to purchase the bird so much desired, and as it was positively necessary that the bird, when bought, should have a habitation to live in, the tortoisesh.e.l.l box designed for Laura was to be changed into a card needle-case, and the next morning Agnes"s play-room was adorned with a very pretty canary-bird in a smart wire cage.
The next day Laura and Augusta Parker came to visit their cousin, but they did not seem to take so much pleasure in the new purchase as it was supposed they would. They were very willing to a.s.sist Agnes in feeding her bird, and admired its plumage, which they thought very pretty and very soft, and they expressed no desire to be playing with anything else, for they saw Agnes was better pleased to be taking down and putting up her cage than in following any other amus.e.m.e.nt. But they would much rather have been playing with Agnes"s new doll, or looking at some of her story-books, or puzzles, or play-things, of which she had such useless stores; and when she did lead them to some of these, neither Laura nor Augusta thought more of the canary-bird, except when it sang so loudly as to prevent the little girls from hearing each other speak. Indeed, it did sing so loudly that nothing else could be heard, and Agnes herself was at length so tired of it that she was sorry it had been purchased. Her dear cousin Laura, too, who was so gentle and good-natured, had lost part of her pretty present by the purchase of this useless bird, and she should be ashamed to tell her mother she was tired of it.