Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
[Illustration: DORA SEATED HERSELF NEAR THE SIDE TABLE.]
DORA'S MISTAKE
A Story
BY
A.L.O.E.
_Author of "The Lost Jewel," "The Young Pilgrim," etc. etc._
London
JOHN F. SHAW & CO.
48 PATERNOSTER ROW
[Illustration: CONTENTS]
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
WANTING WORK
CHAPTER II
THE TABERNACLE
CHAPTER III
THE CURTAINS
CHAPTER IV
PRECIOUS THINGS
CHAPTER V
PREPARATION
CHAPTER VI
TYPES
CHAPTER VII
DRAWN ASIDE
CHAPTER VIII
SACRIFICES
CHAPTER IX
CONCEALMENT
CHAPTER X
DEAD FAITH AND LIVING FAITH
CHAPTER XI
LEPROSY
CHAPTER XII
NAAMAN
CHAPTER XIII
THE TWINS
CHAPTER XIV
WORK
CHAPTER XV
DIFFERENT MOTIVES
CHAPTER XVI
THE HIGH PRIEST
CHAPTER XVII
THE BIRTHDAY GIFTS
CHAPTER XVIII
THE ARRIVAL
CHAPTER XIX
DISAPPOINTMENT
CHAPTER XX
CONFESSION
CHAPTER XXI
CONCLUSION
[Illustration: Dora's Mistake]
Dora's Mistake
[Illustration]
CHAPTER I
WANTING WORK
[Illustration] "YOU have no right to spoil my desk, you tiresome,
mischievous boy!"
"I've not spoilt it, Agnes; I've only ornamented it by carving that
little pattern all round."
"I don't call that carving, nor ornamenting either!" cried Agnes, in an
angry voice. "You've nicked it all round with your knife; you've spoilt
my nice little desk, and I'll—"
What threat Agnes might have added remains unknown, for her sentence
was broken by a violent fit of coughing, whoop after whoop—a fit partly
brought on by her passion.
"What is all this, my children?" asked Mrs. Temple, drawn into the room
called the study by the noise of the quarrel between her son and her
eldest daughter.
Lucius, a boy more than twelve years of age, and therefore a great
deal too old to have made so foolish a use of his knife, stood with
a vexed expression on his face, looking at his poor sister, who, in
the violence of her distressing cough, had to grasp the table to keep
herself from falling. Amy, her younger sister, had run to support her;
while Dora and little Elsie, who had both the same complaint, though in
a milder form than their sister, coughed with her in chorus.
Mrs. Temple's care was first directed to helping her poor sick
daughter. Agnes, as well as her three sisters, had caught the
whooping-cough from their brother Lucius, who had brought it from
school.
It was several minutes before the room was quiet enough for
conversation. But when Agnes, flushed and trembling, with her eyes red
and tearful from coughing, had sunk on an arm chair relieved for a
time, Mrs. Temple was able to turn her attention to what had been the
cause of dispute. A rosewood desk lay on the table, and round the upper
edge of this desk Lucius had carved a little pattern with the large
sharp knife which he held in his hand.
"I am sure, mamma, that I did not mean to do mischief," said Lucius,
"nor to vex Agnes either. I thought that a carved desk would be
prettier than a plain one, and so—"
"You might have tried the carving on your own desk," said Agnes
faintly. The tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she dared not
raise her voice lest she should bring on the whooping again.
"So I might, blockhead that I am; I never thought of that!" exclaimed
Lucius. "But if you like we will exchange desks now, and then all
will be right. Mine is a bigger desk than yours, and has not 'many'
ink-stains upon it."
The proposal set Dora, Amy, and Elsie laughing, and a smile rose even
to the lips of Agnes. She saw that Lucius was anxious to make up for
his folly; but the big school desk would have been a poor exchange for
her own, which was neat and had red velvet lining; while hers, being
scarcely larger than a workbox, would have been of little service to
Lucius at school.
"Oh, no! I'll keep my own desk; the carving does not look so very bad,
after all," murmured Agnes, who had an affectionate heart, though by no
means a perfect temper.
"I took no end of pains with it," said Lucius, "and my knife is so
sharp that—"
"I would rather that you did not try its edge on my table," cried his
mother, barely in time to save her mahogany from being "ornamented" as
well as the desk.
"Stupid that I am! I was not thinking of what I was about!" exclaimed
Lucius, shutting up the knife with a sharp click. "But the truth is,
I'm so horribly sick of having nothing to do that I must set about
something. I don't like reading, I've enough and too much of that at
school; you won't let me go out, lest the damp should bring back my
coughing and whooping—I've had enough and too much of that also; I've
only the girls to play with, for none of my own friends must come near
the house because of this tiresome infection; and I shall be taking to
cutting my own fingers off some day for want of something better to do!"
"It's a case of idleness being the mother of mischief," cried the
bright-eyed Dora, who was busy embroidering with many coloured silks an
apron for little Elsie's doll.
"Idleness is indeed very often the mother of mischief," observed Mrs.
Temple. "I am afraid that you all have often proved the truth of the
proverb."
"Perhaps it was partly idleness that made the children of Israel do
so very, very wrong when they were wandering about in the desert,"
observed Amy, glancing up from a book on the subject which she had been
reading.
"Ah! They were shut up in the wilderness mouth after month, year after
year," cried Lucius, "after they had come forth from Egypt with their
flocks and herds and all kinds of spoil. They had little to do, I
suppose, and may have grown just as tired of the sameness of their
lives as I have of the dulness of mine."
"I have often thought," observed Mrs. Temple, who had seated herself
at the table and taken up her knitting—"I have often thought how
tenderly the Lord dealt with His people in providing for them pleasant,
interesting occupation when He bade them make the Tabernacle, and
condescended to give them minute directions how it should be made.
There were the various employments of carving, ornamenting, working
in metal, to engage the attention of the men; while the women had
spinning, weaving, sewing, and embroidering, with the delightful
assurance that the offering of their gold and silver, their time and
their toil, was made to the Lord and accepted by Him."
[Illustration: THE WILDERNESS JOURNEY OF THE CHILDREN OF ISRAEL.]
"I never before thought of the making of the Tabernacle being a
'pleasure' to the Israelites," observed Agnes. "I always wondered at so
many chapters in the Bible being filled with descriptions of curtains,
silver loops, and gold ornaments, which are of no interest at all to us
now."
"My dear, it is our ignorance which makes us think any part of the
Bible of no interest," observed Mrs. Temple. "If you remember the
readiness with which, as we know, the Israelites brought their precious
things for the Tabernacle, and if you can realize the eager pleasure
with which, after the long idleness which had ended in grievous sin,
men and women set to work, you will feel that the order to make a
beautiful place for worship must have been the opening of a spring of
new delight to the children of Israel. They had the Lord's own pattern
to work from, so there was no room for disputes about form or style;
and it was a pattern admirably suited to give pleasant employment to
numbers of people, and to women as well as to men. Fancy how listless
languor must have been suddenly changed to animation; the murmurs of
discontented idlers to the hum of cheerful workers; and how vanity and
foolish gossip amongst the girls must have been checked while they
traced out their rich patterns and plied their needles; and instead of
decking their own persons, gave their gold and jewels freely to God!"
"I wish that we'd a Tabernacle to make here," exclaimed Lucius, whose
restless fingers had again opened his dangerous plaything.
Mrs. Temple raised her hand to her brow: a thought had just occurred to
her mind. "We might possibly manage to make a model of the Tabernacle,"
she said, after a moment's reflection.
"Ah, yes! I'd do all the carving part—all the hard part," cried Lucius
eagerly.
"Do, do let us make a model!" exclaimed his sisters.
"It would be a long work—a difficult work; I am not sure whether we
could succeed in accomplishing it," said Mrs. Temple. "And after all
our labour, if we did manage to make a fair model, to what use could we
put it? We had better consider all these matters before we begin what
must be a tedious and might prove an unprofitable work."
"Ah, a model would be of great use, mamma!" cried Dora. "At
Christmas-time, when this tiresome infection is over, and we go to our
aunt at Chester, we could show it to all her friends."
"And to her school children—her Ragged School children!" interrupted
Lucius, with animation. "We've let them see our magic-lantern for three
Christmases running, and if the children are not tired of the slides of
lions, bears, and peacocks, I'm sure that I am; besides, I smashed half
the slides by accident last winter. A model of the Tabernacle would be
something quite new to please the ragged scholars, and Aunt Theodora
would draw so many good lessons from it."
"And could we not do with the model what we did with the
magic-lantern," suggested Dora, "make of it a little exhibition,
letting aunt's friends come and see it for sixpenny tickets, and so
collect a little money to help on the Ragged School?"
"That would be so nice!" cried Amy.
"That would be famous!" exclaimed little blue-eyed Elsie, clapping her
hands.
"Let's set to work this minute!" said Lucius, and he rapped the table
with his knife.
Dora threw the doll's apron into her workbox, eager to have some
employment more worthy of the clever fingers of a young lady of more
than eleven years of age.
Mrs. Temple smiled at the impetuosity of her children. "I must repeat,
let us consider first," she said. "Possibly not one amongst you has any
idea of the amount of labour and patience required to complete a model
of the Tabernacle which was made by the children of Israel."
"Of course our Tabernacle would be much smaller than the real one was,"
remarked Dora.
"Supposing that we made it on the scale of one inch to two cubits, I
wonder what its length would be," said Mrs. Temple. "Just bring me the
Bible, Lucius. I will turn over to the description of the Tabernacle,
which we will find in the Book of Exodus."
"I do not know what a cubit is," said little Elsie, while her brother
ran for the Bible.
"Don't you remember what mamma told us when we were reading about the
size of the Ark?" said Agnes. "A cubit is the length of a man's arm
from the elbow to the end of his middle finger, just about half of one
of our yards."
"Eighteen inches, or, as some think, twenty," observed Mrs. Temple, as
she opened the Bible which Lucius had just placed on the table before
her.
"Let's count a cubit as exactly half a yard, mamma," said Lucius, "and
then one inch's length in the model would go for a yard's length in the
real Tabernacle. If we reckon thus, how long would our model need to
be?"
"The outer court of the Tabernacle was one hundred cubits long by fifty
broad," replied Mrs. Temple; "that, in such a model as we propose
making, would be a length of four feet and two inches, by a breadth of
two feet and one inch."
"Just large enough to stand comfortably on this side table!" cried
Lucius. "There will be room enough on this table, and I'll clear it of
the books, workbox, and flower jar in a twinkling."
"Stop a minute, my boy!" laughed his mother, as Lucius appeared to be
on the point of sweeping everything off, including the green cloth
cover. "We have not even decided on whether this model should be made
at all. And if we do begin one, months may pass before we shall need
that table on which to set it up."
"Oh, do, do let us make a model!" again the young Temples cried out.