. Tales from Maria Edgeworth; . mrose-girl, her gownis always trailing, she does not hold it up nicely likeSusan ; and with all her fine clothes she never looks halfso neat. Mother says she wishes I may be like Susan,when I grow up to be a great girl, and so do I. I shouldnot like to look conceited, as Barbara does, if I were everso rich. Rich or poor, said Philip, it does not become a girlto look conceited, much less bold, as Barbara did the otherday, when she was standing at her fathers door, without ahat upon her head, staring at the strange gentleman whostopped hereabout to let his horse d
. Tales from Maria Edgeworth; . mrose-girl, her gownis always trailing, she does not hold it up nicely likeSusan ; and with all her fine clothes she never looks halfso neat. Mother says she wishes I may be like Susan,when I grow up to be a great girl, and so do I. I shouldnot like to look conceited, as Barbara does, if I were everso rich. Rich or poor, said Philip, it does not become a girlto look conceited, much less bold, as Barbara did the otherday, when she was standing at her fathers door, without ahat upon her head, staring at the strange gentleman whostopped hereabout to let his horse drink. I know what hethought of Bab by his looks, and of Susan, too—for Susanwas in her garden, bending down a branch of thelaburnum-tree, looking at its yellow flowers, which werejust come out; and when the gentleman asked her howmany miles it was from Shrewsbury, she answered him somodestly !—not bashfully, as if she had never seen anybody 90 s •*; y - ^IsBL ■■--y^-■-■■■ --■■•- 3-<-^-safes?, ^ ■•. d\jfc ^to gijnt/ema-n asked /Jet /law mtum,] r^JLej tJtu,ty Simple Susan before—but just right—and then she pulled on her strawhat, which was fallen back with her looking up at thelaburnum, and she went her ways home ; and the gentle-man says to me, after she was gone, Pray, who is thatneat, modest girl ? But I wish Susan would come, criedPhilip, interrupting himself. Susan was all this time, as her friend Rose had rightlyguessed, busy at home. She was detained by her fathersreturning later than usual. His supper was ready for himnearly an hour before he came home ; and Susan swept upthe ashes twice, and twice put on wood to make a cheerfulblaze for him ; but at last, when he did come in, he tookno notice of the blaze, nor of Susan, and when his wifeasked him how he did, he made no answer, but stoodwith his back to the fire, looking very gloomy. Susan puthis supper upon the table, and set his own chair forhim; but he pushed away the chair and turned
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