"She
had her ideal of what a home should be. The mother in it would be her
mother, but the father would be different. If it were necessary for him
to be a minister of religion, he would be the vicar of the Established
Church, and the church itself would be old and dim and beautiful and
people would not shake hands across the yellow pews and talk intimately
about their ailments and their children. They would do that, if they
must, in the sunny churchyard, and quietly, with the hush of the service
on them and the influence of stained glass and carved stone. The house
would be old too, with a cedar on the lawn, and several dogs, and inside
there would be pretty and precious things, things that had belonged to
ancestors, portraits and old silver, and the ancestors would be
admirals and generals and judges.The sons of the house would go to
public schools and universities and no one would think it necessary to
mention it; the girls would have beauty and beautiful clothes and
gracious love affairs: they would not giggle with young men, like Ethel,
or be cross with everybody, like Ruth; there would be order in that
household and quiet servants."
Miss Mole by E.H. Young
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