“I am sure you will love him,” said Mr. Arnold, warmly.

“I have no doubt on that subject,” replied Agnes Green.  “And now,” she added, “after what I have said, after showing you that I am quick to see faults, once more give this matter earnest consideration.  If I become your wife, and take the place of a mother to these children, I shall, at once,—­wisely and lovingly, I trust,—­begin the work of removing from their minds every noxious weed that neglect may have suffered to grow there.  The task will be no light one, and, in the beginning, there may be rebellion against my authority.  To be harsh or hard is not in my nature.  But a sense of duty will make me firm.  Once more, I say, give this matter serious consideration.  It is not yet too late to pause.”

Mr. Arnold bent his head in deep reflection.  For many minutes he sat in silent self-communion, and sat thus so long, that the heart of Agnes Green began to beat with a restricted motion, as if there was a heavy pressure on her bosom.  At last Mr. Arnold looked up, his eyes suddenly brightening, and his face flushing with animation.  Grasping her hands with both of his, he said: 

“I have reflected, Agnes, and I do not hesitate.  Yes, I will trust these dear ones to your loving guardianship.  I will place in your hands their present and eternal welfare, confident that you will be to them a true mother.”

And she was.  As often as it could be done before the time appointed for the marriage, she was brought in contact with the children.  Almost from the beginning, she was sorry to find in Mary, the oldest child, a reserve of manner, and an evident dislike toward her, which she in vain sought to overcome.  The groundwork of this she did not know.  It had its origin in a remark made by the housekeeper, who, having learned from some gossipping relative of Mr. Arnold that a new wife was soon to be brought home, and, also, who this new wife was to be, made an imprudent allusion to the fact, in a moment of forgetfulness.

“Your new mother will soon put you straight, my little lady,” said she, one day, to Mary, who had tried her beyond all patience.

“My new mother!  Who’s she, pray?” was sharply demanded.

“Miss Green,” replied the unreflecting housekeeper.  “Your father’s going to bring her home one of these days, and make her your mother, and she’ll put you all right—­she’ll take down your fine airs, my lady!”

“Will she?” And Mary, compressing her lips tightly, and drawing up her slender form to its full height, looked the image of defiance.

From that moment a strong dislike toward Miss Green ruled in the mind of Mary; and she resolved, should the housekeeper’s assertion prove true, not only to set the new authority at defiance, but to inspire, if possible, the other children with her own feelings.

The marriage was celebrated at the house of Mr. Arnold, in the presence of his own family and a few particular friends, Agnes arriving at the hour appointed.