The difficulty with this family is its excess of
attraction."
He patted Aunt's hand affectionately, while I sang:--
"--Under the silver moon
Sleep, my little Joy, sleep, my pretty Joy, sleep--"
"--but, Uncle, what shall I do?"
"Nothing. In a shorter time than now seems possible, another topic will
supersede you. Then, as one of our Presidents has aptly said, you will
sink into 'innocuous desuetude.'"
But of course I sha'n't!
As I rose to carry Joy to her bed, I felt from all in the room a look that
said I was like a great, glorious Madonna, and I bent lower over the
sleeping child's still face; it is good to have everybody admire me.
Oh, I do wish John were more reasonable. Not satisfied with seeing me
Saturday and yesterday, he came again to-day and asked me to marry him at
once. He's so ridiculous!
"Perhaps I'm selfish to wish to mould your brilliant life to my plodding
one," he said wistfully, as if he were reading my thoughts. "But I don't
mean to be selfish. I love you--and--you're drifting away from me."
"What a goose you are, John!" I said, laughing impatiently. "I'm just the
same that I always was; the trouble is, I'm not a bit sentimental.
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