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THE HOUSE WITH THE VERANDAH.
By ISABELLA FYVIE MAYO, Author of “Other People’s Stairs,” “Her Object in Life,” etc.
CHAPTER XVIII.
CLEMENTINA GILLESPIE.
ucy could not honestly say to Miss Latimer that she had enjoyed herself at the Brands’ dinner, but she could frankly say that Miss Latimer had been right, and that her visit had “done her good.” For though she had not returned refreshed and re-invigorated, yet she felt a wonderful thankfulness to be once more enfolded in her own home-life. Somehow, too, she could see her own trials in a truer and brighter light. She herself might indeed be worn and nervous, but there was good reason, and a grand purpose to be fulfilled by the labours and endurance which made her so. Florence seemed not less worn and nervous, and why? For no end but vanity and irritating emulation. There floated through Lucy’s mind some lines she had learned in childhood:—
“Idler, why lie down to die?