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Little Lucy Rose
BACK of the rectory there was a splendid, long hill. The ground receded until the rectory
garden was reached, and the hill was guarded on either flank by a thick growth of pines
and cedars, and, being a part of the land appertaining to the rectory, was never invaded by
the village children. This was considered very fortunate by Mrs. Patterson, Jim's mother,
and for an odd reason. The rector's wife was very fond of coasting, as she was of most
out-of-door sports, but her dignified position prevented her from enjoying them to the
utmost. In many localities the clergyman's wife might have played golf and tennis, have
rode and swum and coasted and skated, and nobody thought the worse of her; but in The
Village it was different.
Sally had therefore rejoiced at the discovery of that splendid, isolated hill behind the
house. It could not have been improved upon for a long, perfectly glorious coast, winding
up on the pool of ice in the garden and bumping thrillingly between dry vegetables. Mrs.
Patterson steered and Jim made the running pushes, and slid flat on his chest behind his
mother. Jim was very proud of his mother. He often wished that he felt at liberty to tell of
her feats. He had never been told not to tell, but realized, being rather a sharp boy, that
silence was wiser. Jim's mother confided in him, and he respected her confidence. "Oh,
Jim dear," she would often say, "there is a mothers' meeting this afternoon, and I would
so much rather go coasting with you." Or, "There's a Guild meeting about a fair, and the
ice in the garden is really quite smooth."
It was perhaps unbecoming a rector's wife, but Jim loved his mother better because she
expressed a preference for the sports he loved, and considered that no other boy had a
mother who was quite equal to his. Sally Patterson was small and wiry, with a bright
face, and very thick, brown hair, which had a boyish crest over her forehead, and she
could run as fast as Jim. Jim's father was much older than his mother, and very dignified,
although he had a keen sense of humor. He used to laugh when his wife and son came in
after their coasting expeditions.
"Well, boys," he would say, "had a good time?"
Jim was perfectly satisfied and convinced that his mother was the very best and most
beautiful person in the village, even in the whole world, until Mr. Cyril Rose came to fill
a vacancy of cashier in the bank, and his daughter, little Lucy Rose, as a matter of course,
came with him. Little Lucy had no mother. Mr. Cyril's cousin, Martha Rose, kept his
house, and there was a colored maid with a bad temper, who was said, however, to be
invaluable "help."
Little Lucy attended Madame's school. She came the next Monday after Jim and his
friends had planned to have a chicken roast and failed. After Jim saw little Lucy he
thought no more of the chicken roast. It seemed to him that he thought no more of
anything. He could not by any possibility have learned his lessons had it not been for the
 
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