Mildred at Home: With Something About Her Relatives and Friends. A sequel to Mildred's married life. — Edition Insights

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Authors: Finley, Martha, 1828-1909 Digital Source: Project Gutenberg Gutenberg Release Year: 2014 First Publication Year: Not confirmed

Key Word: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Children -- Death -- Juvenile fiction; Indians of North America -- Juvenile fiction; Aunts -- Juvenile fiction; Outdoor life -- Juvenile fiction; Physicians -- Juvenile fiction; Keith, Mildred (Fictitious character) -- Juvenile fiction Target Reader: Readers of public-domain and historical texts

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Words 67,336

Reading time 293 min

Text sections 20

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Martha Finley's sequel to Mildred's Married Life shifts between domestic dialogue and prairie adventure, using dialect, pacing contrasts, and a frontier attack to explore loss, faith, and family bonds.

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Elsie was now listening with intense interest. Mr. Travilla paused for a moment, his face expressing deep emotion; then resumed: "I think God's Holy Spirit has thoroughly convinced me of the exceeding sinfulness of unbelief; of refusing or neglecting His offered salvation through the atoning blood of His dear Son; refusing to give to the Lord Jesus the poor little return of the best love of my heart for all He has done and suffered in my stead. This is what I had to tell you, my dear little friend. I have found Jesus--have given myself unreservedly to Him, to be His for time and for eternity, and I have been led to do this mainly through your instrumentality."

Tears of joy filled the little girl's eyes. "I am so glad, Mr. Travilla, so very glad!" she exclaimed. "It is the best news I could possibly have heard."

"Thank you, my dear," he said, with feeling. "I can now understand your anxiety for my conversion, for I myself am conscious of a yearning desire for the salvation of souls, especially of those of my friends and acquaintances."

"And now you will join the church, won't you, sir?"

"I don't know, Elsie; that is a question of duty I have not yet decided. There are so many of its members who are a disgrace to their profession, that I fear I might prove so also. What do you think about it?"

"I'm only a little child, not half so wise as you are, sir," she answered, with unaffected modesty.

"Still, I should like to hear your opinion."

After a moment's hesitation and silent thought she lifted a very earnest face to his. "God tells us that He is able to keep us from falling. And don't you think, Mr. Travilla, that it's what the Bible says we should be guided by, and not what somebody else thinks?"

"Yes; that is quite true."

"'To the law and to the testimony: if they speak not according to this word, it is because there is no light in them,'" she quoted.

"You have studied the Bible so much longer than I," he said, "can you tell me where to look for its directions in regard to this matter? Does it really give any?"

"Yes, sir; oh, yes! Is not joining the church confessing Christ before men, owning Him as our Master, our Lord, our God?"

Elsie called to a servant lounging near, and sent him for her Bible.

"Can you find the texts you want without a concordance?" Mr. Travilla asked, regarding her with interest as she took the book and opened it.

"I think I can," she answered, turning over the leaves; "I have read them so often. Yes, here--Matt. 10:32, 33--is one: 'Whosoever therefore shall confess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven. But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.'"

She gave him a questioning, pleading look.

"Yes," he said, in a subdued tone, "I think that is to the point; at least, if we grant that joining the church is the only way of confessing Christ."

"Oh, don't you see? Don't you think, Mr. Travilla, that if we love Him with all our hearts we will want to confess Him everywhere and in every way that we can? Won't we want everybody to know that we belong to Him, and own Him as our Master, our Lord, our King?" she exclaimed with eager enthusiasm, her voice taking a tone of earnest entreaty.

"I believe you are right," he said; "that would be the natural effect of such love as we ought to feel--as I am sure you do feel for Him."

"I do love Him, but not half so much as I ought," she answered with a sigh, as again she turned over the leaves of her Bible. "I often wonder how it is that my love to Him is so cold compared to His for me. It is as though I gave Him but one little drop in return for a mighty ocean." A tear fell on the page as she spoke.

Then again she read: "'The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.' 'The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth and in thy heart'--that is, the word of faith which we preach; 'that if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.'"

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Martha Finley opens Mildred at Home with a quiet domestic scene: young Elsie talks with her mammy Chloe about wearing white with blue ribbons, missing Annis, and the comfort of having her father. The dialogue is rendered in dialect—Chloe says “co'se you is” and “tank de Lord”—while Elsie speaks in standard English, marking a clear social and generational boundary. This intimate exchange, threaded with biblical allusion (“A word spoken in due season”), establishes a voice that is both sentimental and precise.

Yet the narrative soon pivots to a very different register. A prairie crossing scene shifts into a sudden Indian attack, with terse action verbs (“caught,” “threw,” “pulled”) and clipped dialogue (“Indians! Indians!”). The pacing accelerates from leisurely description to sharp, fragmented urgency, then slows again for aftermath and prayer. Finley uses these tonal shifts to underscore the precariousness of life in the Keith family's world.

Dialect and Domestic Voice

The opening chapter relies heavily on dialect to distinguish Chloe, the mammy, from the white characters. Chloe says “I'se got my own darlin' chile lef'” and “'Pears like ole times come back,” while Elsie responds in unmarked English: “Oh, don't these rooms seem lonely, mammy?” This linguistic divide is consistent with period conventions, but Finley gives Chloe reflective lines that carry emotional weight—she hopes Elsie will always think of her as she does now. The dialogue also reveals the household's recent losses: Annis is gone, and the family has returned to a quieter life after the father's remarriage. The voice here is measured, with long sentences and gentle repetition, creating a rhythm of comfort and memory.

Sudden Violence and Narrative Pace

The prairie journey section contrasts sharply with the domestic opening. Finley builds suspense through incremental detail: provisions are low, game is scarce, and the men ride off in search of food. The prose is unhurried, noting the “boundless rolling prairie” and the slow-moving wagon train. Then the pace fractures. The cry “Indians! Indians!” triggers a flurry of short actions: Don catches up two little girls, throws them into the wagon, pulls out a revolver. The fight is described in a single compressed paragraph, with the Indians driven off “carrying their killed and wounded with them.” Afterward, the tempo slows again for Don's groaning question, “Rupert? my brother—where is he?” and the consoling voices of the women. This alternation of calm and crisis is a structural pattern in the excerpts.

Faith as Reflex and Rhetoric

Religious language permeates both domestic and crisis scenes. The chapter epigraph is Proverbs 15:23, and characters frequently invoke providence. After Rupert's apparent death, a woman says, “he's gone to a better place; we all know that; nobody could be with him a day and not see that he was a real Christian.” Others chime in: “That's so.” “True enough.” The responses are almost choral, reinforcing a communal faith that is presented as unshakeable. Yet the same characters also express raw grief—Don hides his face and groans. Finley does not resolve the tension between doctrinal comfort and human pain; instead, she lets both stand. The narrative voice treats piety as a natural, almost automatic response, woven into the fabric of daily speech and crisis alike.

Readers will find that Mildred at Home rewards attention to its shifts in register—from the intimate, dialect-laced conversations of the household to the stark, rapid-fire action of the prairie. Finley's prose is most effective when it lets these contrasts speak for themselves, without editorializing. The excerpts suggest a book that moves between two worlds: the sheltered home and the dangerous frontier, each defined by its own tempo and vocabulary. Pay particular notice to how Finley handles the aftermath of violence; the quiet moments after the attack may reveal as much about her characters as the attack itself.

I have often thought Mildred at Home knows the ache of family even amid prairie danger, and how that ache turns toward quiet faith. Beside it sits Sweet Content — Themes and Context, a gentler neighbor, whispering that home lives in a patient heart. They share a hush, a staying power.