D. E. ST. G. T.
Thank you, dear brother, for having let me see this, though I know
Lucy did not intend it for my eyes, or she would not have been so
hard on poor mamma. It shows me how naughty I must have been to let
her get such a notion of our relations with one another, but an
outsider can never judge of such things. For the rest, dear Lucy has
done her best, and in many ways she did know him better than anybody
else did, and he looked up to her more than to anyone. But even she
cannot reach to the inmost depth of the sweetness out of the strong,
nor fully know the wonderful power of tender strength that seemed to
wrap one's mind round and bear one on with him, and that has lasted
me ever since, and well it may, for he was the very glory of my life.
V. T.
I am glad to have read it, because it explains a great deal that I
was too much of a child to understand; but I don't like it. I don't
mean for putting in the fatal thing I did in my ignorant folly. I
knew that, and she has softened my wilfulness. But there's too much
flummery, and he was a hundred times more than all that. I had
rather recollect him for myself, than have such a ladylike, drawing-
room picture; but Lucy means it well, and it is just as he smoothed
and combed himself down for her.
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