"
Looking at the matter in a charitable light,
Nan consented, and went cheerfully on with her
work, wondering how she could have thought
ironing an infliction, and been so ungrateful for
the blessings of her lot.
"Where's Sally?" asked John, looking vainly
for the functionary who usually pervaded
that region like a domestic police-woman, a terror
to cats, dogs, and men.
"She has gone to her cousin's funeral, and
won't be back till Monday. There seems to be
a great fatality among her relations; for one dies,
or comes to grief in some way, about once a month.
But I don't blame poor Sally for wanting to get
away from this place now and then. I think I
could find it in my heart to murder an imaginary
friend or two, if I had to stay here long."
And Nan laughed so blithely, it was a pleasure
to hear her.
"Where's Di?" asked John, seized with a
most unmasculine curiosity all at once.
"She is in Germany with 'Wilhelm Meister';
but, though 'lost to sight, to memory clear'; for
I was just thinking, as I did her things, how
clever she is to like all kinds of books that I don't
understand at all, and to write things that make
me cry with pride and delight.
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