Cousin Phillis And other tales
Género Clásicos universales
hen, after this pride and satisfaction, came a sense of desolation. I had never been from home before, and I was' an only child; and though my father's spoken maxim had been, Spare the rod, and spoil the child, yet, unconsciously, his heart had yearned after me, and his ways towards me were more tender than he knew, or would have approved of in himself, could he have known. My mother, who never professed sternness, was far more severe than my father: perhaps my boyish faults annoyed her more; for I remember, now that I have written the above words, how she pleaded for me once in my riper years, when I really offended against my father's sense of right.
But I have nothing to do with that now. It is about cousin Phillis that I am going to write.