Thistle and Rose

Thistle and Rose
A Story for Girls
By Amy Walton
CHAPTER ONE.
THE PICTURE.
A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet.
Wordsworth.
"And so, my dear Anna, you really leave London to-morrow!"
"By the ten o'clock train," added an eager voice, "and I shan't get to
Dornton until nearly five. Father will go with me to Paddington, and
then I shall be alone all the way. My very first journey by myself--and
such a long one!"
"You don't seem to mind the idea," said the governess, with a glance at
her pupil's bright, smiling face. "You don't mind leaving all the people
and things you have been used to all your life?"
Anna tried to look grave. "I see so little of father, you know," she said,
"and I'm sure I shall like the country better than London. I shall miss
you, of course, dear Miss Milverton," she added quickly, bending
forward to kiss her governess.
Miss Milverton gave a little shake of the head, as she returned the kiss;
perhaps she did not believe in being very much missed.
"You are going to new scenes and new people," she said, "and at your
age, Anna, it is easier to forget than to remember. I should like to think,
though, that some of our talks and lessons during the last seven years

might stay in your mind."
She spoke wistfully, and her face looked rather sad. As she saw it,
Anna felt ungrateful to be so glad to go away, and was ready to promise
anything. "Oh, of course they will," she exclaimed. "Indeed, I will
never forget what you have told me. I couldn't."
"You have lived so very quietly hitherto," continued Miss Milverton,
"that it will be a new thing for you to be thrown with other people.
They will be nearly all strangers to you at Waverley, I think?"
"There will be Aunt Sarah and Uncle John at the Rectory," said Anna.
"Aunt Sarah, of course, I know; but I've never seen Uncle John. He's
father's brother, you know. Then there's Dornton; that's just a little town
near. I don't know any one there, but I suppose Aunt Sarah does.
Waverley's quite in the country, with a lovely garden--oh, I do so long
to see it!"
"You will make friends, too, of your own age, I daresay," said Miss
Milverton.
"Oh, I hope so," said Anna earnestly. "It has been so dull here
sometimes! After you go away in the afternoon there's nothing to do,
and when father dines out there's no one to talk to all the evening. You
can't think how tired I get of reading."
"Well, it will be more cheerful and amusing for you at Waverley, no
doubt," said Miss Milverton, "and I hope you will be very happy there;
but what I want to say to you is this: Try, whether you are at Waverley
or wherever you are, to value the best things in yourself and others."
Anna's bright eyes were gazing over the blind into the street, where a
man with a basket of flowers on his head was crying, "All a-blowing
and a-growing." In the country she would be able to pick flowers
instead of buying them. She smiled at the thought, and said absently,
"Yes, Miss Milverton." Miss Milverton's voice, which always had a
regretful sound in it, went steadily on, while Anna's bright fancies
danced about gaily.

"It is so easy to value the wrong things most. They often look so
attractive, and the best things lie so deeply hidden from us. And yet, to
find them out and treasure them, and be true to them, makes the
difference between a worthy and an unworthy life. If you look for them,
my dear Anna, you will find them. My last wish before we part is, that
you may be quick to see, and ready to do them honour, and to prize
them as they should be prized. Bless you, my dear!"
Miss Milverton had felt what she said so deeply, that the tears stood in
her eyes, as she finished her speech and kissed her pupil for the last
time.
Anna returned the kiss affectionately, and as she followed her
governess out into the hall and opened the door for her, she was quite
sorry to think that she had so often been tiresome at her lessons.
Perhaps she had helped to make Miss Milverton's face so grave and her
voice so sad. Now she should not see her any more, and there was no
chance of doing better.
For full five minutes after she had waved a last good-bye, Anna
remained in a sober mood, looking thoughtfully at all the familiar,
dingy objects in the schoolroom, where she and Miss Milverton had
passed so