It is so pleasant to be
thought of by our friends when they have so much to draw their
thoughts away from us; it is so pleasant, too, to find that they have
cared enough about us to study our special tastes,--that you can see
why your beautiful gift has a growing charm for me. Only Mrs. Holmes
thinks it ought to be in the parlor among the things for show, and I
think it ought to be in the study, where I can look at it at least
once an hour every day of my life.
I have observed some extraordinary movements of the index of the
barometer during the discussions that ensued, which you may be
interested enough to see my notes of.
BAROMETER.
_Mrs. H._
My dear, we shall of course keep this beautiful barometer in the
parlor.
_Fair._
_Dr. H._
Why, no, my clear; the study is the place.
_Dry._
_Mrs. H._
I'm sure it ought to go in the parlor. It's too handsome for your old
den.
_Change._
_Dr. H._
I shall keep it in the study.
_Very dry._
_Mrs. H._
I don't think that's fair.
_Rain._
_Dr. H._
I'm sorry. Can't help it.
_Very dry._
_Mrs. H._
It's--too--too--ba-a-ad.
_Much rain._
_Dr. H._
(Music omitted.) 'Mid pleas-ures and paaal-a-a-c-es.
_Set Fair._
_Mrs. H._
I _will_ have it! You horrid--
_Stormy._
You see what a wonderful instrument this is that you have given me.
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