The things we do!

It's a wearisome
place. Dr. M'Craw boards with her; and it's sermon and psalm-singing from
morning till night. My little Josey takes kindly to the life there, and I
left her behind, poor little darling! It was not fair to bring three of
us to take possession of your house, dear James; but my poor little Rosey
was just withering away there. It's good for the dear child to see the
world a little, and a kind uncle, who is not afraid of us now he sees us,
is he?" Kind Uncle James was not at all afraid of little Rosey; whose
pretty face and modest manners, and sweet songs, and blue eyes, cheered
and soothed the old bachelor. Nor was Rosey's mother less agreeable and
pleasant. She had married the captain (it was a love-match, against the
will of her parents, who had destined her to be the third wife of old Dr.
M'Mull) when very young. Many sorrows she had had, including poverty, the
captain's imprisonment for debt, and his demise; but she was of a gay and
lightsome spirit. She was but three-and-thirty years old, and looked
five-and-twenty.


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