"
Will was silent, deeply impressed by the calm voice, the noble
thought. He had always felt no less respect than love for his
mother, especially during the latter years, when experience of life
better enabled him to understand her rare qualities; but a deeper
reverence took possession of him whilst she was speaking. Her words
not only extended his knowledge of her character; they helped him to
an understanding of himself, to a clearer view of life, and its
possibilities.
"I want to speak to you of Jane," continued Mrs. Warburton, with a
look of pleasant reflection. "You know she went to see her friend,
Miss Winter, a few weeks ago. Has she told you anything about it?"
"Nothing at all."
"Well, do you know that Miss Winter has taken up flower-growing as a
business, and it looks as if she would be very successful. She is
renting more land, to make gardens of, and has two girls with her,
as apprentices. I think that's what Jane will turn to some day. Of
course she won't be really obliged to work for her living, but, when
she is alone, I'm certain she won't be content to live just as she
does now--she is far too active; but for me, I daresay she would
go and join Miss Winter at once."
"I don't much care for that idea of girls going out to work when
they could live quietly at home," said Will.
"I used to have the same feeling," answered his mother, "but Jane
and I have often talked about it, and I see there is something to be
said for the other view.
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