our being there among your friends, as you call them.‘
‚Pooh, pooh, you silly girl! Do you think I can’t take care of myself?‘
‚You didn’t last time. But THIS time, Arthur,‘ I added, earnestly, ’show me that you can, and teach me that I need no cember 25th. – Last Christmas I was a bride, with a heart overflowing with present bliss, and full of ardent hopes for the future, though not unmingle
– 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 fection, and discovered all the evils of his nature: if there be any further change, it must be for the better, as we become still more accustomed to each other; surely we shall find no lower depth than this. And, if so, I can bear it well – as well, at least, as I have borne it hitherto.