You were different from Frank; different from most men whom I had met, and you did annoy me so at times.

You will tell me I was foolish to lay so much stress on little things, and so, perhaps, I was; but little things, rather than big, make up the sum of human happiness, and, besides, I was too young to fully understand how any amount of talent and brain could atone for absence of culture of manner.

Then, too, I was so disappointed in your home and family.

You know how unlike they are to my own, but you can never know how terrible it was to me who had formed so different an estimate of them.

I suppose you will say I did not try to assimilate, and perhaps I did not.