When
I am once forced to walk in a path, nothing but the whole out-of-
doors will satisfy me.
I'm very much afraid I haven't amused you, dear, -
But when I lie in the green kirkyard,
With the mould upon my breast,
Say not that 'She did well or ill,'
Only, 'She did her best.'
Now, do you think that will interfere with Bell, when it's only a
quotation? Any way, it's so appropriate that Uncle Doc will never
have the heart to strike it out. The trouble is that Geoff thinks
all the poetry in the universe is locked up in Bell's head, and if
she once allows it to escape, Felicia Hemans and the rest will be too
discouraged ever to try again! (I can't remember whether F. H. is
alive or not, and am afraid to ask, but you will know that I don't
mean to be disrespectful.)
Laura, Anne, and Scott Burton were here for the play, and Laura is
coming down again to spend the week. I can't abide her, and there
will probably be trouble in the camp.
The flame of my genius blazes high just now, but Geoff has spoken,
and it must be snuffed. So good-bye!
Sizz-z-z!! and I'm OUT!
POLLIOLIVER.
II. FROM PHILIP TO ELSIE.
CAMP CHAPARRAL, July 8, 188-.
My dear Elsie,--I believe I am to inform you concerning the daily
doings of our party, not on any account, however, permitting myself
to degenerate into 'gossip' or 'frivolous amusement.'
They evidently consider me a quiet, stupid fellow, who will fulfil
such a task with no special feeling of repression, and I dare say
they are quite right.
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