She has held up before her boys, since their earliest childhood, the
perils of idle and purely worldly living, and spurred them to make the
most of themselves.
Curiously enough, our two girls are just as dissimilar to each other as
Fred and David. Josie, the elder--who, as I have already specified,
is, according to the world at large, the image of her mother at the
same age--will not be troublesome in the least degree, so my wife tells
me. She has taken to society as a duck takes to water. She has a
natural aptitude for pleasing and being pleased; consequently she has
plenty of partners. My wife says that, considering the dear child was
all legs and arms three years ago, we have every reason to congratulate
ourselves that she has turned out such a pleasant-looking girl, and
that her red hair is decidedly ornamental. I call her handsome, but
Josephine declares that I make myself ridiculous by the assertion, and
that it is very rare that a girl who has not really a ray of beauty to
commend her becomes such a thorough-going favorite in her first season.
"She constantly reminds me of you, and that is enough for me," I
remarked, tenderly, on one occasion.
"You make me boil when you say that, Fred. I was really a very pretty
girl, if I do say it; whereas Josie, the sweet soul, only just escapes
being homely.
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