Betty Leicester: A Story For GirlsJewett, Sarah Orne
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Betty Leicester: A Story For Girls
Jewett, Sarah Orne
Girls -- Juvenile fiction
would kindly bear it in mind; the silk is badly
frayed, if Standish may say so! I do not think
from what I know of the American climate that you
will be needing it yet, but dear old Standish is
very thoughtful of all her charges. We had only a
flying note from your papa, written on his way
north, and shall be glad when you can send us news
of him. God bless you, my dear child, and make you
a blessing! I hope that you will do good and get
good in this quiet summer. Write to me often; I
feel as if you were almost my own girl. Yours most
tenderly,
MARY DUNCAN.
From papa, these:--
DEAREST BETTY,--This morning it is a wild country
all along the way, untamed and unhumanized for the
most part, and we go flying along through dark
forests and forlorn burnt lands from tiny station
to station. I am getting a good bit of writing
done with the only decent stylographic pen I ever
saw. I thought I had brought plenty of pencils,
but they were not in my small portmanteau, and
after going to the baggage-car and putting
everybody to great trouble to get out my large
one, they were not there either. Can any one
explain? I found the dear small copy of Florio's
"Montaigne" which you must have tucked in at the
last moment. I like to have it with me more than I
can say. You must have bought it that last morning
when I had to leave you to go to Cambridge. I do
so like to own such a Betty! Why do you still wish
that you had come with me? Tideshead is much the
best place in the world. I send my dear love to
the best of aunts, and you must assure Serena and
Jonathan and all my old friends of my kind
remembrance. I wish every day that our friend Mr.
Duncan could have come with me. The country seems
more and more wide and wonderful, and I am quite
unconscious now of the motion of the cars and feel
as fresh every morning and as sleepy every night
as possible; so don't worry about me, but pick me
a sprig of Aunt Barbara's sweetbrier roses now and
then, and try not to be displeasing to any one,
dear little girl. Your fond father,
THOMAS LEICESTER.
CANADIAN PACIFIC RAILWAY, _18th June._
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