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 such an eastern scene. So I looked at Chance, who was jumping about in the tank, trying to catch a gold-coloured frog, and I thought that he and ourselves were much alike. We are living in a marsh catching gold frogs, and then I thought how pleasant it would be if you would just come and sit down and talk over Mrs. Hemans with me. I actually put marks for the particular sentence we should talk over, or that I should like to send to you.

Those lines take my fancy prodigiously. It is so stupid not to have written them first, and I want your ‘true tones’ dreadfully.

‘If my sister were near me now, I should lay my head down upon her shoulder and cry like a tired child. The time of year makes one so long for the far-away.’

‘I am reconciling myself to many things in my changed situation, which at first pressed upon my heart with all the weight of a