While Mr. Heath was in the midst of his fanciful cogitations, the object
of them was eating in a matter-of-fact way, and in utter unconsciousness
of the ambitious views she had awakened. Nevertheless, there was
everything to justify her father's pride and hopes; for Edna, a girl of
seventeen, had a graceful figure, a cheek as delicate as a rose-petal,
soft steel-blue eyes with dark lashes and brows, hair the hue of ripe
wheat, and that indescribable sweetness of expression in which American
maidens surpass all others. Her plain, black dress, relieved only by a
white collar and wristbands, did not in the least detract from her
appearance, but, on the contrary, enhanced her clear complexion to
brilliancy. So her father thought, and his heart swelled with new-born
pride in the possession of such a child. There was an unusual tenderness
in his voice when he questioned her, "Edna, what are you going to do
this morning?"
It was a purposeless question, meant simply to attract her attention
towards him.
Edna turned her face towards her father with an inquiring look, for the
query was a very unusual one. "I intend to call on Ada Mumbie; I left my
crochet-work there on Monday, and am going after it. Have you any errand
for me, sir?"
"No, daughter. Crochet-work is certainly important business, and should
not be neglected," replied her father with a smile. "I hope, however,
you have other and better ways of employing your time."
"I trust so, sir," said Edna.
"I wish, my child, you would adopt the plan of writing me a letter every
day, or every other day will do. It matters not how short it may be--a
few sentences will suffice. But I want it done as well as you know how,
and have you bestow thought upon it. Let it consist of a criticism on
some book you have read, or some picture you have seen. For instance,
you might begin to write criticisms on the pictures in the gallery in
succession, varying them, however, with such opinions of other matters,
persons, or objects as may strike your fancy. But what I want are your
ideas and none other, expressed in the best language you are capable of.
You will do so, will you not?"
"Certainly, father, if it pleases you."
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