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Paul Ferroll a Tale by the Author of "IX Poems by V."
Paul Ferroll a Tale by the Author of IX Poems by V Author:Caroline Clive Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHATTEE in. Since the beginning of our history several years had passed before things arrived at this point. The young heir of the Bartletts had been two year... more »s at school, and his mother's affairs had been directed nearly that time by the good offices of Mr. FerrolL He and his wife were living in great and enjoyable retirement, and their child was running about, still the only new branch of the tree. As far as a young child can be lovely and charming, little Janet was so. She had the sweetest face and the sweetest temper possible, but she was less idolized than many a cross and many an ugly child. The whole tenderness of Mr. Ferroll's nature was centered in his wife; and anything that interfered with that passion he put aside. He would have her devote herself to- him, not to her child; he would have no nursing, no teaching, no preference of a dawdle with Janet to the walk with him, or the long summer day's expedition. The nursery was Janefs place, a governess her teacher; she came to her mother when her mother was alone, and was happy with her; but she was happy everywhere, "singing, dancing, to herself," and it was rather her own resources than her mother's motherly devotion which made her happiness. Lady Lucy, who had all the instincts of a good woman, and only one way of exercising them, could not believe Janet was happy so little fondled, so little madeof, as she was. Her own children were all important in her house, and when she knew Mr. and Mrs. Ferroll were out together in summer weather, and would not be at home till after Janet's bed-time, she would often walk to the Tower, and lead the little girl by the hand up to her own sociable and noisy garden or drawing- room. An extreme fondness naturally grew up between the little Ferroll and the rather larger Bartletts. Her...« less