And then we hung it at her side, with a nice little bit of silk cord--just as you see it now.
"I held out in making her speak some time after my husband: but at last I gave in too.

I know it was wrong and selfish of me; but I got a fear that she wouldn't like me as well as she used to do, and would take more kindly to Jemmy than to me, if I went on.

Oh, how happy she was the first day I wrote down on her slate that I wouldn't worry her about speaking any more! She jumped up on my knees--being always as nimble as a squirrel--and kissed me over and over again with all her heart.

For the rest of the day she run about the room, and all over the house, like a mad thing, and when Jemmy came home at night from performing, she would get out of bed and romp with him, and ride pickaback on him, and try and imitate the funny faces she'd seen him make in the ring.

I do believe, sir, that was the first regular happy night we had all had together since the dreadful time when she met with her accident.
"Long after that, my conscience was uneasy though, at times, about giving in as I had.