Adopted children -- Fiction; American fiction -- 19th century; Dime novels
Oliver thought he could, and Mildred continued: “I was present when he
bade her good-by, and heard him say, ‘You’ll write to me, Fairy?’ that’s
what he calls her. But Lilian would not promise, and he looked very
sorry. After we had become somewhat acquainted, she said to me one day,
‘Milly, everybody says you write splendid compositions, and now, won’t
you make believe you are me, and scribble off a few lines in answer to
this?’ and she showed me a letter just received from Lawrence Thornton.
“I asked why she did not answer it herself, and she said, ‘Oh, I can’t;
it would sicken him of me at once, for I don’t know enough to write
decently; I don’t always spell straight, or get my grammar correct. I
never know when to use _to_ or _too_, or just where the capitals
belong;’ so after a little I was persuaded, and wrote a letter, which
she copied and sent to Lawrence, who expressed himself so much delighted
with what he called ‘her playful, pleasant style,’ that I had to write
again and again, until now I do it as a matter of course, though it does
hurt me sometimes to hear him praise her, and say he never knew she had
such a talent for writing.”
“But she will surely undeceive him?” Oliver said, beginning to grow
interested in Lilian Veille.
“Oh, she can’t now,” rejoined Mildred, “for she loves him too well, and
she says he would not respect her if he knew it.”
“And how will it all end?” asked Oliver, to which Mildred replied:
“End in their being married, of course. He always tells her how much he
likes her—how handsome she is, and all that.”
There was the least possible sigh accompanying these words, and Oliver,
who heard it, smoothed again the shining braids, as he said, “Milly,
Lawrence Thornton told me _you_ were very beautiful, too, with starry
eyes and hair the color of rich brown chestnuts.”
“Did he, sure? what else did he say?” and assuming a kneeling position
directly in front of Oliver, Mildred buttoned and unbuttoned his linen
coat, while he told her everything he could remember of Lawrence
Thornton’s remarks concerning herself.
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