My dear Mrs.Twemlow, how good you are! My Bob is a nice boy, so manly and clever, so gentle and well-behaved, even when he knows that I am not likely to find him out.
But that you should have noticed it, is what surprises me--so few people now know the difference! But in the House of God--as you so well observe--you can very soon see what a boy is.

When I tell him that he may ride your grey pony, I wish you could be there to watch the fine expression of his face.

How he does love dumb animals! It was only last Saturday, he knocked down a boy nearly three times his own size for poking a pin into a poor donkey with the fish.

And Maggie to have a flower-bed on your front lawn! They won't let her touch a plant, at our cottage, though she understands gardening so thoroughly.

She won't sleep a wink to-night, if I tell her, and I had better keep that for the morning.