Poganuc People: Their Loves and LivesStowe, Harriet Beecher
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Poganuc People: Their Loves and Lives
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Cousin Alfred seemed puzzled, and asked me privately if our family
were "Dissenters." I explained to him how in our country the tables
were turned and it is the Episcopalians that are the dissenters; and
he was quite interested and wanted to know all about it. So I told
him that you could tell much better than I could, and he said he was
coming some day to see his relations in the country, and inquire all
about these things. He seems to be studying the facts in our country
philosophically, and when I told him how I meant to visit the Copp's
Hill Cemetery and the other graveyards where our fathers are buried,
he said he should like to go with me. He is not at all trifling and
worldly, like a great many young men, but seems to _think_ a great
deal and to want to know everything about the country, and I know
Papa would be interested to talk with him.
Between us, you've no idea how like a bower we have made the old
house look. Aunty prides herself on keeping the old English customs,
and had the Yule log brought in and laid with all ceremony, and we
had all the old Christmas dishes for supper in the evening, and grew
very merry indeed. And indeed we have made it so late that, if I am
to sleep at all to-night, I must close this letter which I want to
have ready to be posted to-morrow morning.
Dear parents, I know you will be glad that I am happy and enjoying
everything, but I never forget you, and think of you every moment.
Your affectionate DOLLY.
CHAPTER XXXIX.
DOLLY'S SECOND LETTER.
MY DEAR PARENTS: We had such a glorious Christmas morning--clear,
clean white snow lying on the earth and on all, even the little
branches of the trees. You know, Mamma, the great square garden back
of the house. Every little tree there was glittering like fairy frost
work. We all hung our stockings up the night before, and at breakfast
examined our presents. I had lovely things--a beautiful prayer-book
bound in purple velvet from Grandmamma, and a charming necklace of
pearls from Uncle Israel, and a scarlet cloak trimmed with lace from
Aunt Deborah, and a beautiful Chinese fan from cousin Alfred. Aunty
has been putting up the usual Christmas bundle for you; so you will
all share my prosperity.
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