But out here I've somehow learned to
admire him more than ever. I cheerfully acquit HIM of
intentionally doing anything to create a favorable impression; if
his several appearances before me HAVE been studied, he is
certainly the most original being I ever heard of. Your children
are angels--you've told me so yourself, and I've my own very
distinct impression on the subject, but they DON'T study to save
their uncle's appearance. The figures that unfortunate man has cut
several times--well, I won't try to describe them on paper, for
fear he might some day see a scrap of it, and take offense. But he
always seems to be patient with them, and devoted to them, and I
haven't been able to keep from seeing that a man who could be so
lovable with thoughtless and unreasonable children must be
perfectly adorable to the woman he loved, if she were a woman at
all. Still, I hadn't the faintest idea that I would be the
fortunate woman. At last THE day came, but I was in blissful
ignorance of what was to happen. Your little Charley hurt himself,
and insisted upon Har--your brother singing an odd song to him;
and just when the young gentleman was doing the elegant to a dozen
of us ladies at once, too! If you COULD have seen his face!--it
was too funny, until he got over his annoyance, and began to feel
properly sorry for the little fellow--then he seemed all at once
to be all tenderness and heart, and I DID wish for a moment that
conventionalities didn't exist, and I might tell him that he was a
model.
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