Sometimes
they're wanted to work out. So they forget. So they don't care much, I
think. They get to dreading it. I wanted to tell you so you wouldn't
think it so much blame--our bein' so backward."
"It is the faithful improvement of what opportunities we have, Rebecca,"
I began and then paused, somewhat confused by the throng of lively
reminiscences which suddenly crowded my mental horoscope. "You are
young yet, my dear," I concluded gravely, with a resigned sigh for my own
departed youth; "you can make up for lost time. It is pleasant to give,
but there may be circumstances in which it is our duty imperatively to
receive. You must let me do all I can for you this winter. I do want you
for a friend, but I would rather it should be on these plainly implied
conditions."
Rebecca had been studying my face, thoughtfully, with a still expression
of wonder.
"I'll try to learn," said she, slowly. "I'll do anything you want me to."
"Do you like to read?" I inquired, in a brighter tone.
"Stories?" said Rebecca, a sparkle waking in her eyes.
"Stories mixed with other things," I insisted, gently; and was then
compelled to wonder how many of those "other things" had found their way
into the literary appointment of my trunk.
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