Afterwards she writes,--

"You have sent Rachel a ring,--a pearl ring; you didn't tell me, but I

know. I have seen her kiss it. (Does this please you?) I happened to

find it yesterday, while rummaging her box for the buttonhole scissors.

(She sent me there.) Said I,--'Oh, what a pretty ring! Why don't you

wear it?' I never thought till I had spoken; but then I knew in a

minute, by her looking so red. She said she'd a reason for thinking it

would not be quite right to wear it,--said perhaps she would tell

sometime. It was last night I saw her kiss it, when she thought I was

asleep,--we sleep in the same room. She tried it on her finger, but took

it right off again, sighing, and looking so sad that I don't know what I

should have done, had I not known how it was all coming out right pretty

soon.--Aunt Huldah is completely entangled in my web. She has come into

it with her sharp eyes wide open! She likes Rachel,--says she always

knows where to _take hold_, and makes no fuss about doing things. She

gets her to read the chapter, because she says she likes the sound of

her voice. There is not only _sound_, but _feeling_ in her voice, and

that is what aunt means; but you know she never says _all_ she

means,--she isn't one of the kind. Rachel is always doing little things

for her, and bringing home bunches of sweet-fern and everlasting. Even

if my plan upsets now, much will be gained,--for aunt can't get back her

liking, I have found a dear friend, and Rachel a good place. Your name

has been mentioned, but only as Charley. I am in daily fear that aunt

will allude to your school, though, to be sure, she is not at all

communicative, (girls having brothers in college should use a big word

now and then,) but we are getting so well acquainted that I begin to

shake in my shoes. But the mornings are busy, the noons are short, and

you know aunt always goes to bed with the hens. My dread is of

_callers_,--not just the neighbors running in, but the _regulars_. It is

so natural for them to say, 'How is your nephew?'--not that they care

for you, except as being something to talk about."

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