Princess Puck — Text and Context
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MISS BROWNLOW’S NIECES.
It was in March that Bill Alardy went to Ashelton. She was sent there “to grow up,” Polly said, and added some sceptical remarks with regard to both place and person. “Poor little Wilhelmina,” said Miss Brownlow, “she has never had a fair chance among us all; the best possible thing for her would be to go to Ashelton with Theresa.” And Miss Brownlow should have known, for she was acquainted with Ashelton, and even better acquainted with Bill, having had the doubtful pleasure of her charge and company from early childhood. Polly did not know much about Ashelton; she had only been there once to spend the day with Theresa, which was a grievance in itself, for Theresa had lived there ever since her marriage last June. That, however, was beside the point; Polly did not so much base her doubts of the efficacy of the plan on Ashelton as on Bill, and she had known her as long as Miss Brownlow, for she was the eldest, as Bill was the youngest, of the four nieces Miss Brownlow had taken into her household. Polly’s opinion and Miss Brownlow’s were not identical on the subject of Bill; but when the matter of the going to Ashelton was being discussed Polly did not consider it necessary to give undue prominence to the difference, thinking Bill might as well go even if it did her no good.
It was a Monday evening when the plan was first mentioned, and Miss Brownlow was making up her accounts at the time. She always made up her accounts on Monday evenings. In her opinion there was no other time half so satisfactory, because, as she said, there was Sunday just before, and it was so easy to remember forgotten things on a Sunday. Perhaps it was not right to think of such things then, and of course she never did so on purpose, only one cannot help things flashing across one’s mind. Occasionally the things flashed away again before she had time to secure them on Monday evening; occasionally also, the flashes were delusive and baseless; but on the other hand, sometimes they did chance to be correct, and then it was most satisfactory. This did not make any material difference to Miss Brownlow’s accounts, which never by any chance came right; they never had come right since she first began keeping them in her girlhood, more years ago than she ever mentioned.
“My father always insisted on our keeping an account of our money, and how we spent it,” she used to say to her nieces. “It is an excellent plan, my dears, for then you know where you are and how you stand.” These desirable results did not always occur in her own case, though that did not deter her nieces from following the suggestion, each according to her nature,--Theresa with neatness and some success, Bella with results not unlike her aunt’s, Polly--there were commercial instincts in Polly’s blood and her untidy books were kept with an accuracy which might have savoured of sharp practice to any one who could comprehend them. Bill, of course, was too young to be considered, and too penniless to keep a record of her non-existent income; moreover, she was only “Poor little Bill--Wilhelmina”--Miss Brownlow invariably made the correction in mind and sometimes in speech. She sighed as she thought about the girl,--she had just come to the item _one shilling, a bottle of Stephens’s blue-black writing-ink_. Bill had on Thursday upset the last bottle on the schoolroom-floor, in class, too, with all the little girls looking on. How they giggled! Polly said afterwards that Bill made them, but Miss Brownlow did not think so. Bill was too old to do anything so wrong; she was seventeen now, though she seemed such a child. Polly, who was perhaps not without authority on the subject, was of opinion that age had little to do with iniquity, but Miss Brownlow was not convinced. In any case she had to pay the shilling for another bottle of ink. The column of figures she was now counting up did not come to the total she expected: “Now what have I forgotten?” she said.
Una L. Silberrad opens Princess Puck not with a declaration of love but with a debate about sending the heroine, Bill Alardy, to Ashelton to “grow up.” The first chapter immediately establishes a household of strong-minded women: Miss Brownlow, the guardian, and Polly, the eldest cousin, who voices scepticism about both place and person. Silberrad’s prose is brisk and dry, favouring reported speech and small, telling details—such as Miss Brownlow making up accounts on Monday evenings because “it was so easy to remember forgotten things on a Sunday.” The narrative voice stays close to the cousins’ perspectives, letting their opinions and habits define the domestic world.
A Heroine Who Refuses the Script
Bill Alardy is introduced through others’ assessments before she speaks. Polly doubts the plan for her; Miss Brownlow has had “the doubtful pleasure of her charge.” When Bill does appear, she resists the expected behaviour of a betrothed woman. She does not put on her best frock for her lover, Harborough, and when left alone with him, she sets him to shelling peas or watering the garden. Theresa, the married cousin, is baffled: “She never seemed shy or eager to see her lover.” Silberrad builds the romance not on grand gestures but on these small refusals. Bill’s quiet industry—stringing currants, shelling peas—becomes a form of self-possession. The narrative never explains her motives directly; instead, it lets her actions accumulate into a portrait of a woman who will not perform love on cue.
The Cousins’ Chorus: Dialogue as Character
Silberrad uses the cousins as a running commentary on the action. Polly, the eldest, is shrewd and talkative; she “could and did say such a thing, and she said it with the repetitions and variations she so well knew how to use.” Theresa, by contrast, is flustered and defensive. Their exchanges reveal more than Bill’s inner life ever does. When Polly accuses Theresa of monopolising Harborough’s attention, Theresa protests, then admits, “Somebody must be civil to him.” The dialogue is layered with implication: what is said is often less important than the hesitation, the flush, the shift in tone. Silberrad rarely tags speech with adverbs; the characters’ voices carry their own weight, and the reader must infer the tension beneath the polite surface.
Setting as Social Stage: East Anglian Farms and Lanes
The story is anchored in the physical landscape of East Anglia—Haylands, Ashelton, Crows’ Farm. But Silberrad uses setting not for picturesque description but as a stage for social negotiation. Harborough’s visits are timed to his farming duties; he is “a busy man with no spare time,” and his courtship takes place under an elm tree, with Bill engaged in “peaceful occupation.” The lane where Polly meets Miss Minchin becomes a site for gossip and information exchange. Details like the plum harvest or partridge-shooting are woven into the rhythm of the plot, not as background colour but as forces that shape when characters meet and what they talk about. The world of the novel is one where work and love are never fully separate.
Understatement and the Unspoken
Silberrad’s narrative voice is notable for what it leaves out. Emotions are inferred rather than stated. When Bill tells Theresa, “We haven’t got anything private to say,” the line is flat, almost dismissive, yet it carries the weight of a deliberate boundary. The narrator does not step in to explain Bill’s feelings; the reader must watch her hands—shelling peas, watering the garden—and listen to the silences. Polly “saw all this and more still with her shrewd little eyes,” but the narrative does not spell out what she sees. This restraint gives the prose a cool, observational quality that distinguishes it from more effusive romances of the period. The tension between what is said and what is felt drives the story forward without ever becoming explicit.
Readers will find that Princess Puck rewards attention to its quiet moments: a glance, a task undertaken in silence, a conversation that circles around its true subject. Silberrad trusts her audience to read between the lines. The novel’s title hints at mischief and disguise, but the real play is in the author’s control of tone and the subtle choreography of her characters’ interactions.
I finished Princess Puck last night, and something about Alardy’s stubborn, quiet refusal to play the game reminded me of another orphaned soul, one whose anger was less gentle. It’s strange how a mood can linger and pull another story into its shadow. I found myself thinking of The man she hated — Inside the Classic, and the way both heroines carry their loneliness like a shield, never quite lowering it.
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