提要文摘: | WHILE THE present century was in its teens, and on onesunshinymorning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate ofmissPinkerton's academy for young ladies, on Chiswick mall, alargefamily coach, with two fat horses in blazing harness, drivenby afat coachman in a three-cornered hat and wig, at the rate offourmiles an hour. a black servant, who reposed on the box besidethefat coachman, uncurled his bandy legs as soon as theequipagedrew up opposite miss Pinkerton's shining brass plate, andas hepulled the bell at least a score of young heads were seenpeeringout of the narrow windows of the stately old brick house.Nay,the acute observer might have recognized the little red noseofgood-natured Miss Jemima Pinkerton herself, rising oversomegeranium pots in the window of that lady's owndrawing-room. |