The Butterfly House eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about The Butterfly House.

The Butterfly House eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 200 pages of information about The Butterfly House.

“If,” said Margaret, “you speak quite so loud, you will be heard by others.”

Annie lowered her voice immediately with a startled look.  “Oh,” she whispered.  “I would not have anybody hear me for anything.”

“How did you manage?” asked Margaret.

Annie laughed happily.  “I fear I have been a little deceitful,” she said, “but I am sure they will forgive me when they know.  I keep a journal; I have always kept one since I was a child.  Aunt Harriet wished me to do so.  And the journal was very stupid.  So little unusual happens here in Fairbridge, and I have always been rather loath to write very much about my innermost feelings or very much about my friends in my journal because of course one can never tell what will happen.  It has never seemed to me quite delicate—­to keep a very full journal, and so there was in reality very little to write.”  Annie burst into a peal of laughter.  “It just goes this way, the journal,” she said.  “To-day is pleasant and warm.  This morning I helped Hannah preserve cherries.  In the afternoon I went over to Margaret’s and sat with her on the verandah, embroidered two daisies and three leaves with stems on my centre piece, came home, had supper, sat in the twilight with Grandmother, Aunt Harriet and Aunt Susan.  Went upstairs, put on my wrapper and read until it was time to go to bed.  Went to bed.  Now that took very little time and was not interesting and so, after I went upstairs, I wrote my entry in the journal in about five minutes and then I wrote The Poor Lady.  Of course, when I began it, I was not at all sure that it would amount to anything.  I was not sure that any publisher would look at it.  Sometimes I felt as if I were doing a very foolish thing:  spending time and perhaps deceiving Grandmother and my aunts very wickedly, though I was quite certain that if the book should by any chance succeed, they would not think it wrong.

“Grandmother is very fond of books and so is Aunt Harriet, and I have often heard them say they wished I had been a boy in order that I might do something for the Eustace name.  You know there have been so many distinguished professional men in the Eustace family and they of course did not for one minute think a girl like me could do anything and I did not really think so myself.  Sometimes I wonder how I had the courage to keep on writing when I was so uncertain but it was exactly as if somebody were driving me.  When I had the book finished, I was so afraid it ought to be typewritten, but I could not manage that.  At least I thought I could not, but after awhile I did, and in a way that nobody suspected, Aunt Harriet sent me to New York.  You know I am not often allowed to go alone but it was when Grandmother had the grippe and Aunt Susan the rheumatism and Aunt Harriet had a number of errands and so I went on the Twenty-third Street ferry, and did not go far from Twenty-third Street and I took my book in my handbag and carried

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