148	THE  STORY  OF  MY  LIFE	[1*1.1
Aunt Esther insisted. My mother was relentless in wiving that I must be taught to give up my own way and pleasure to others; and forced to give it-up if I •would not do so willingly, and with many tears, I took Selma in a basket to the Heetory. For some days it almost comforted me for going to the Rectory, because then I possibly saw my idolised Selma. .But soon then4 eta me a, day when Selma was missing: Aunt Esther had ordered her to be . . . hung!
From this time I never attempted to conceal that I loathed Aunt Esther. I constantly gave her the presents which my mother math* me save up all my money to )>u\' for her—for her birthday, Christmas, New Year, &e. — but I never spoke to her unnecessarily. On these occasions I always received a present from her in return-—"* The Rudiments of Architecture/1 price nhiepenee, in a red rover. It was always the. same, which not only saved expense, but also the trouble of thinking. I have a number of copies of *" The Rudiments of Architecture *' now, of which I thus became the possessor,
Only from Saturday til! Monday we had a reprieve, Tim nearness of Lime* to the .school which my mother undertook to teach on Sundays was the exeiise, but as I. see from her journal, only the excit.se, which .*he made to give, me one happy day in the week. IIu\v \vell I remember still the ecstasy of these* Sat unlay evenings, when I was onre more alone with the mother of my childhood, who was all the world to me, and she was almost as happy as I was in playing with my kittens or my little Mark spaniel %i ta*\ves," and when she* would sinir to me all her old nonirs —