The things we do!

Palettes and
brushes! Could he not give up these toys when he was called to a much
higher station in the world? Could he not go talk with Rosey;--drive with
Rosey, kind little soul, whose whole desire was to make him happy? Such
thoughts as these, no doubt, darkened the Colonel's mind, and deepened
the furrows round his old eyes. So it is, we judge men by our own
standards; judge our nearest and dearest often wrong.
Many and many a time did Clive try and talk with the little Rosey, who
chirped and prattled so gaily to his father. Many a time would she come
and sit by his easel, and try her little powers to charm him, bring him
little tales about their acquaintances, stories about this ball and that
concert, practise artless smiles upon him, gentle little bouderies,
tears, perhaps, followed by caresses and reconciliation. At the end of
which he would return to his cigar; and she, with a sigh and a heavy
heart, to the good old man who had bidden her to go and talk with him.


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