“Well, that’s just the way I feel about her, and that’s just what I mean to give her,” said Mrs. Lander.

“I am not sure that I make myself quite clear,” said the rector.  “I mean, a chance to prove how useful and helpful she can be.  Do you think you can make life hard for her occasionally?  Can you be peevish and exacting, and unreasonable?  Can you do something to make her value superfluity and luxury at their true worth?”

Mrs. Lander looked a little alarmed and a little offended.  “I don’t know as I undastand what you mean, exactly,” she said, frowning rather with perplexity than resentment.  “But the child sha’n’t have a care, and her own motha couldn’t be betta to her than me.  There a’n’t anything money can buy that she sha’n’t have, if she wants it, and all I’ll ask of her is ’t she’ll enjoy herself as much as she knows how.  I want her with me because I should love to have her round; and we did from the very fust minute she spoke, Mr. Lander and me, both.  She shall have her own money, and spend it for anything she pleases, and she needn’t do a stitch o’ work from mohnin’ till night.  But if you’re afraid I shall put upon her”

“No, no,” said the rector, and he threw back his head with a laugh.

“When it was all arranged, a few days later, after the verification of certain of Mrs. Lander’s references by letters to Boston, he said to Clementina’s father and mother, “There’s only one danger, now, and that is that she will spoil Clementina; but there’s a reasonable hope that she won’t know how.”  He found the Claxons struggling with a fresh misgiving, which Claxon expressed.  “The way I look at it is like this.  I don’t want that woman should eva think Clem was after her money.  On the face of it there a’n’t very much to her that would make anybody think but what we was after it; and I should want it pootty well undastood that we wa’n’t that kind.  But I don’t seem to see any way of tellin’ her.”

“No,” said the rector, with a sympathetic twinkle, “that would be difficult.”

“It’s plain to be seen,” Mrs. Claxon interposed, “that she thinks a good deal of her money; and I d’ know but what she’d think she was doin’ Clem most too much of a favor anyway.  If it can’t be a puffectly even thing, all round, I d’ know as I should want it to be at all.”

“You’re quite right, Mrs. Claxon, quite right.  But I believe Mrs. Lander may be safely left to look out for her own interests.  After all, she has merely asked Clementina to pass the winter with her.  It will be a good opportunity for her to see something of the world; and perhaps it may bring her the chance of placing herself in life.  We have got to consider these things with reference to a young girl.”

Mrs. Claxon said, “Of cou’se,” but Claxon did not assent so readily.

“I don’t feel as if I should want Clem to look at it in that light.  If the chance don’t come to her, I don’t want she should go huntin’ round for it.”