Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 16 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
was so conspicuous a word in the use of Martha Fuller whenever Rose
Carter was the subject.
"Vanity and feathers! feathers and vanity!" Such were the epithets
which she most commonly coupled with the name of Rose. But Rose
tossed her head, and shook out her ringlets, little caring for the opin-
ion of any of her own sex. She was much more solicitous of those of
the other. You see that she is vain. You may believe that she is saucy and
somewhat daring. She inherits her vanity and audacity in degree from
her mother, who has ministered to these qualities by her training; if a
life so little disciplined, in any respect, may be said to have been trained
at all. The mother, however, had with years, substituted, in her own
bearing, what she thought dignity for vanity; and sitting in her great
rocker, with a heavy scarlet shawl over her shoulders, she receives her
guests in a sort of state, which could be imposing only with those who
sought the daughter.
"You are welcome, Mr. Baynam. I am glad to see you, though you
do come late. Young men, Mr. Baynam, ought never to show themselves
slow, particularly when they are to attend upon young ladies. My
daughter has been dressed and ready for a full hour."
Poor Mike winced again at the reproach of slowness, thus delivered
from such high authority; and he again made a desperate internal
resolution to win the good opinion of the family, by showing himself
fast enough at any future opportunity. We shall see how his manhood
held out.
"And Mr. and Mrs. Fuller, how did you leave them?Well, I hope. Has
Mrs. Fuller quite recovered from that shortness of breath which she
had some time ago? I hope so."
She is quite well now, Mrs. Carter.
"Well, Betsy, see to the things. Dinner has been ready for a full hour,
Mr. Baynam, waiting for you. You will have to eat fast, all of you, if you
would get to Squire Blanton's before sundown.""Oh! we have time enough, Mrs. Carter.""I think you will hardly have time enough, Mr. Baynam, unless you
ride rather faster than is proper for the horses. I have ridden the dis-
tance quite too often not to know. Betsy, are you getting the things?"
Miss Betsy Moore was the old maid of the family the younger but
ugly sister of Mrs. Carter. She was the housekeeper, and though tall,
lank and angular, was meek and submissive, in very marked contrast
with her sister's fine airs and dignity. It had occurred to Mike Baynam,
more than once, to open his heart to Miss Betsy, feeling his way,