baby till he returned.
‘But why leave me?’ I said. ‘I can go with you: I can be ready at any time.’
‘You would not take that child to town?’
‘Yes; why not?’
The thing was absurd: the air of the town would be certain to disagree with him,
ember 25th. – Last Christmas I was a bride, with a heart overflowing with present bliss, and full of ardent hopes for the future, though not unmingled
– Another year is gone. My little Arthur lives and thrives. He is healthy, but not robust, full of gentle playfulness and vivacity, already affectionate, and susceptible of passions and emotions it w
ith you. You might as well have said so at once.’
He denied it; but I immediately left the room, and flew to the nursery, to hide my feelings, if I could not soothe them, there.
I was too much hurt to express any further dissatisfaction with his plans, or at all to refer to the subject again, ex