I felt none, and when Aunt Mercy boiled the remnants with milk for a pudding, the sacred ideality of the ceremony I had seen at church was destroyed for me.
Was it a pity that my life was not conducted on Nature's plan, who shows us the beautiful, while she conceals the interior?
We do not see the roots of her roses, and she hides from us her skeletons.
November passed, with its Thanksgiving--the sole day of all the year which grand'ther celebrated, by buying a goose for dinner, which goose was stewed with rye dumplings, that slid over my plate like glass balls.

Sally and Ruth betook themselves to their farm, and hybernated.
December came, and with it a young woman named Caroline, to learn the tailor's trade.

Lively and pretty, she changed our atmosphere.
She broke the silence of the morning by singing the "Star-spangled Banner," or the "Braes of Balquhither," and disturbed the monotony of the evenings by making molasses candy, which grand'ther ate, and which seemed to have a mollifying influence.

Grand'ther kept his eye on Caroline; but his eye had no disturbing effect.

She had no perception of his character; was fearless with him, and went contrary to all his ideas, and he liked her for it.