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Still, if Betsey pleases me, I may add a codicil and give her a few
thousands, but don't count upon it, or my death either. We are a
long-lived race, and I am perfectly strong and well; so, if you let
me have her, do it because you think it will be better for her,
morally and spiritually, to be removed from the poisonous atmosphere
which surrounds her. I liked her face; I liked her voice; I liked
her frankness. I shall like her; so send her, and I will bear the
expense; or write and say you can't, and that will close the book.
"Your aunt, Miss BETSEY McPHERSON. Allington, Mass.
"P.S. I shall direct this to the old home in Wales, though I have no
idea you are there, as I hear your wife prefers to be traveling."
The letter finished and directed, Miss Betsey sat a long time gazing
dreamily into the fire and thinking of the past, the present, and the
possible future, when a bright-haired child might be sitting there by
her side and making her life less lonely and aimless than it was now.


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