ve written such a
book, especially any girl who was brought up in a churchyard. There's
something about those Brontes that fascinates me. Their books, their
lives, their spirit. Where did they get it? When I was reading about
little Jane's troubles in the charity school, I got so angry that I had
to go out and take a walk. I understood exactly how she felt. Having
known Mrs. Lippett, I could see Mr. Brocklehurst.
Don't be outraged, Daddy. I am not intimating that the John Grier Home
was like the Lowood Institute. We had plenty to eat and plenty to
wear, sufficient water to wash in, and a furnace in the cellar. But
there was one deadly likeness. Our lives were absolutely monotonous
and uneventful. Nothing nice ever happened, except ice-cream on
Sundays, and even that was regular. In all the eighteen years I was
there I only had one adventure--when the woodshed burned. We had to
get up in the night and dress so as to be ready in case the house
should catch. But it didn't catch and we went back to bed.
Everybody likes a few surprises; it's a perfectly natural human
craving. But I never had one until Mrs. Lippett called me to the
office to tell me that Mr. John Smith was going to send me to college.
And then she broke the news so gradually that it just barely shocked me.
You know, Daddy, I think that the most necessary quality for any person
to have is imagination. It makes people able to put themselves in
other people's places. It makes them kind and sympathetic and
understanding. It ought to be cultivated in children. But the John
Grier Home instantly stamped out the slightest flicker that appeared.
Duty was the one quality that was encouraged. I don't think children
ought to know the meaning of the word; it's odious, detestable. They
ought to do everything from love.
Wait until you see the orphan asylum that I am going to be the head of!
It's my favourite play at night before I go to sleep. I plan it out to
the littlest detail--the meals and clothes and study and amusements and
punishments; for even my superior orphans are sometimes bad.
But anyway, they are going to be happy. I think that every one, no
matter how many troubles he may have when he grows up, ought to have a
happy childhood to look back upon. And if I ever have any children of
my own, no matter how unhappy I may be, I am not going to let them have
any cares until they grow up.
(There goes the chapel bell--I'll finish thi
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