“So it seemed to me when I saw him at the exhibition of the academy. You ought to be able to get along with a father like that, Carl.”
“So I could but for one thing.”
“What is that?”
“I have a stepmother!” said Carl, with a significant glance at his companion.
“So have I, but she is the soul of kindness, and makes our home the dearest place in the world.”
“Are there such stepmothers? I shouldn’t have judged so from my own experience.”
“I think I love her as much as if she were my own mother.”
“You are lucky,” said Carl, sighing.
“Tell me about yours.”
“She was married to my father five years ago. Up to the time of her marriage I thought her amiable and sweet-tempered. But soon after the wedding she threw off the mask, and made it clear that she disliked me. One reason is that she has a son of her own about my age, a mean, sneaking fellow, who is the apple of her eye. She has been jealous of me, and tried to supplant me in the affection of my father, wishing Peter to be the favored son.”