I have been here
a number of times, and I never have seen him wear anything else, or his
wife appear in other than a brown dress with touches of white.
"It has appealed to me at times that she was a shade neglectful of her
home duties, but he does not seem to feel that way. He cheerfully stays
in the sitting-room, while she is away having a good time, and sings
while he cares for the four small children. I must tell you about his
music. I am sure he never saw inside a conservatory. I think he merely
picked up what he knows by ear and without vocal training, but there
is a tenderness in his tones, a depth of pure melody, that I never have
heard surpassed. It may be that I think more of his music than that
of some other good vocalists hereabout, because I see more of him and
appreciate his devotion to his home life.
"I just had an encounter with him at the west fence, and induced him to
carry a small gift to his children. When I see the perfect harmony in
which he lives, and the depth of content he and the brown lady find in
life, I am almost persuaded to-- Now this is going to be poetry," said
Elnora. "Move your pen over here and begin with a quote and a cap."
Philip's face had been an interesting study while he wrote her
sentences. Now he gravely set the pen where she indicated, and Elnora
dictated--
"Buy a nice little home in the country,
And settle down there for life."
"That's the truth!" cried Philip.
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