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I am so busy that I don't have time to write every day, but you will understand and so will father. With my heart's fondest love to you both, Your VIRGINIA. MATOACA CITY. June 6, 1885. DARLING MOTHER: The little patterns were exactly what I wanted thank you a thousand times.
It took two blows like that, a four years' war, and the surgeon's operating table to teach me how to be happy." "It was Miss Matoaca Bolling, I suppose?" suggested Christopher, with a mild curiosity. The old soldier broke into his soft, full laugh. "Matoaca! Bless your soul, no. But to think that Lucy should have kept a secret for more than thirty years!
Some men like that kind of thing, but I never did, and I often think the reason I went so mad about the other woman was that she came restful after Matoaca. She was the comforting kind, who, you might be sure, always saw you at your best; and no matter the mood you were in, she never wanted to pat and pull you into shape.
Matoaca hasn't stopped crying since the guild meeting this morning, and for the first time in her life has bitterly reproached her Sister Superior who felt it her Christian duty to repeat what she now says she understood a hope-inflated, love-mad, half-tight fool had said. Queer old place, Mary, this big world! Queer little place this old Yorkburg!
"I'm sure Tucker might have married several times had he cared about it," replied Mrs. Blake reprovingly. "Miss Matoaca Bolling always had a sentiment for him, I am certain, and even after his misfortune she went so far as to present him with a most elaborate slipper of red velvet ornamented with steel beads.
My little worries can't keep me from being so blissfully happy that I want to sing all the time. Work is a joy to me because I feel that I am doing it for Oliver and the baby. And with two such treasures to live for I should be the most ungrateful creature alive if I ever complained. Your ever loving daughter, VIRGINIA. MATOACA CITY, July 1, 1886.
"He's kept it up longer than I thought, but I reckon he's about ready to give in," pursued Cyrus, ignoring her question as he did all excursions into the region of abstract wonder. "If he'll start in to earn his living now, I'll let him have a job on the railroad out in Matoaca City. I meant to teach him a lesson, but I shouldn't like Henry's son to starve.
I think I'll try to send her a cloak or something at Christmas. I haven't said half that I want to but I shall keep the rest for to-morrow. With a dozen kisses and my dearest love to father, Your ever, ever loving and grateful daughter, VIRGINIA MATOACA CITY. December 25, 1884. DEAREST MOTHER: It almost broke my heart not to be able to go home for Christmas.
DEAREST MOTHER: We are leaving suddenly for the country, and I'll send our address just as soon as we get there. The doctor thinks I ought to take the baby away from town, so I am going to the boarding-house I wrote you about. Oliver will come down every evening it's only an hour's trip. I am so tired from packing that I can't write any more. Lovingly, VIRGINIA. MATOACA CITY. September 15, 1886.
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