. Recollections of Auton house : a book for children . eanthat modern female nondescript with a Nor-mandy cap and a month full of foreign language,but a kind-hearted Puritan, of good judgmentand common sense ; one who remembered Gen-eral Washington, and who lived for the childrenunder her care rather than for so much a this species is nearly extinct — buriedbeneath the new kinks of modern nurseryism. Still, however, atraveler here and there totters across our pathway, reminding us ofher long life of self-sacrifice and devotion. a Aunt Moody and Deborah were two old-fashioned, l
. Recollections of Auton house : a book for children . eanthat modern female nondescript with a Nor-mandy cap and a month full of foreign language,but a kind-hearted Puritan, of good judgmentand common sense ; one who remembered Gen-eral Washington, and who lived for the childrenunder her care rather than for so much a this species is nearly extinct — buriedbeneath the new kinks of modern nurseryism. Still, however, atraveler here and there totters across our pathway, reminding us ofher long life of self-sacrifice and devotion. a Aunt Moody and Deborah were two old-fashioned, long-suffering, sweet-tempered children-lovers. To us they seemed tohave been born in that nursery, or, for aught we knew, were coexist-ent with the Flood. Whenever they went out it was as much of acircumstance to the whole household as one of Mother Antons even-ing parties, or a Thanksgiving dinner. Whenever they dressedup the children immediately stopped play, gathered about theirknees, and plied them with the most impertinent questions— handled. 16 RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTON HOUSE. and fingered their old finery with a license which the extraordinarycircumstances of the occasion alone warranted. Aunt Moody andDeborah were as much of an institution in the Auton nursery asthe old four-poster bedstead ; or the nursery closet where the medi-cines were kept; or the top cupboard where the balm and the catnip and the elder sent out their perfume ; or the rug by the nursery fire where the boysgot to sleep on Saturday nights,waiting to be washed ; or the trun-dle-bed under the big bed. wherewe were all stowed away in peace,-or any other of those house-!.,;>, hold penates connected with ourearthly paradise. I can only speakof Aunt Moody with a meas-• ured amount of assurance, as shewas associated with that formerregime, when the first stratum ofAutons held the nursery undertheir domination. The reign ofDeborah (which marked the epoch of the incursion of theyounger branch into the n
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