A Garland for Girls eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 270 pages of information about A Garland for Girls.
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A Garland for Girls eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 270 pages of information about A Garland for Girls.

The sentence was not ended, for a sudden rustle, a little sob, and several hearty kisses plainly told that Jenny had flown to pardon, comfort, and caress her naughty child, and that all was well.

After that Ethel’s behavior was painfully decorous for the rest of the voyage, which, fortunately for her good resolutions, ended at Queenstown, much to her regret.  The Homers thought a glimpse at Ireland and Scotland would be good for the girls; and as the Professor had business in Edinburgh this was the better route for all parties.  But Ethel longed for London, and refused to see any beauty in the Lakes of Killarney, turned up her nose at jaunting-cars, and pronounced Dublin a stupid place.

Scotland suited her better, and she could not help enjoying the fine scenery with such companions as the Homers; for the Professor knew all about the relics and ruins, and his wife had a memory richly stored with the legends, poetry, and romance which make dull facts memorable and history enchanting.

But Jenny’s quiet rapture was pleasant to behold.  She had not scorned Scott’s novels as old-fashioned, and she peopled the cottages and castles with his heroes and heroines; she crooned Burns’s sweet songs to herself as she visited his haunts, and went about in a happy sort of dream, with her head full of Highland Mary, Tam o’ Shanter, field-mice and daisies, or fought terrific battles with Fitz-James and Marmion, and tried if “the light harebell” would “raise its head, elastic from her airy tread,” as it did from the Lady of the Lake’s famous foot.

Ethel told her she was “clean daft;” but Jenny said, “Let me enjoy it while I can.  I’ve dreamed of it so long I can hardly realize that it has come, and I cannot lose a minute of it;” so she absorbed Scotch poetry and romance with the mist and the keen air from the moors, and bloomed like the bonnie heather which she loved to wear.

“What shall we do this rainy day in this stupid place?” said Ethel, one morning when bad weather kept them from an excursion to Stirling Castle.

“Write our journals and read up for the visit; then we shall know all about the castle, and need not tire people with our questions,” answered Jenny, already established in a deep window-seat of their parlor at the hotel with her books and portfolio.

“I don’t keep a journal, and I hate to read guide-books; it’s much easier to ask, though there is very little I care for about these mouldy old places,” said Ethel with a yawn, as she looked out into the muddy street.

“How can you say so?  Don’t you care for poor Mary, and Prince Charlie, and all the other sad and romantic memories that haunt the country?  Why, it seems as real to me as if it happened yesterday, and I never can forget anything about the place or the people now.  Really, dear, I think you ought to take more interest and improve this fine chance.  Just see how helpful and lovely Mrs. Homer is, with a quotation for every famous spot we see.  It adds so much to our pleasure, and makes her so interesting.  I’m going to learn some of the fine bits in this book of hers, and make them my own, since I cannot buy the beautiful little set this Burns belongs to.  Don’t you want to try it, and while away the dull day by hearing each other recite and talking over the beautiful places we have seen?”

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