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Updated: May 31, 2025
When one is young though perhaps it is not so much youth as hope in the heart, and love, and " "I don't love everybody. I loathe Miss Cattie Burns. She's the very old dev I promised Father I wouldn't say even a true mean thing about anybody for a month, and I've done it twice! I'd much rather love people, though. I love to love! It makes you feel so nice and warm and homey.
"Yes," he answered, "I have made up my mind to go to Ragusa, and come to an explanation with John Popham; there has been a misunderstanding between us, Cattie I may tell you this much and he has been led to doubt not only the prudence of my conduct in the affairs of the house, but the purity of my motives also." "Doubt your purity of motive!" I cried.
"This was bought for me and fits," she said, as if to some one by her side, "and, straw or no straw, it feels better than that Coachman Cattie, which is gone for evermore. Some day I hope I can burn you up, too" she nodded to the coat into which she was struggling "but I can't do it yet. You're awful ugly and much too big, but you're warm and the only one I've got.
If I'd been born different and not minding ugly things and loving pretty ones, I wouldn't have hated that hat so. That's gone, anyhow. I've been wanting to see how high I could kick it ever since Miss Cattie sent it to me, and now I've done it. I've got a lot of old clothes I'd like to send to Ballyhack, but I can't send."
You will have to hurry or you won't see the wedding guests go in. Good-by, dear. Have a good time and tuck away all you see to tell me later. I will be so busy between now and Christmas, there will be no time for talking, but after Christmas Why, you've got on your straw hat, Carmencita! Where is the winter one Miss Cattie gave you?
Aunt Cattie smiled inwardly at the contrast between these twin sisters, yet their resemblance to their former selves when, six years before, she had visited England. It was the same Janie who, at seven years old, devoured books of geography and history, but laid down Aesop's Fables in disgust, unable to detect truth embedded in fiction.
From that time, tokens of grateful, loving remembrance from our Montenegrin friends ceased not to flow in. "Oh, that I were where I would be." Aunt Cattie was called away to see visitors, and it was not till after tea that the story could be resumed.
"My own industrious Cattie!" he exclaimed, "how very hard you have worked in my absence! You have earned a holiday, my dear. Say, how and where shall we spend the week I have to devote to you?" "O Laurie!" I cried, "on the Black Mountain sketching on the Black Mountain! You don't know how I long to explore it, and to paint its scenery and its splendid-looking peasants! Do let us start at once!"
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