Miss Theodosia's Heartstrings

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Miss Theodosia's Heartstrings
To MY HUSBAND
Slowly her delicate fingers undid the ravages of Stefana's patient endeavors.
We've all got beautiful names, except poor Elly
If you are thinking of putting me anywhere, put me into a story like that
Evangeline established a stage of action outside the window
Miss Theodosia's Heartstrings
Mercy gracious!
Well!
The last utterance was Miss Theodosia Baxter's. She was a woman of few words at all times where few sufficed. One sufficed now. The child on her front porch, with a still childlier child on the small area of her knees, was not a creature of few words, but now extreme surprise limited speech. She was stricken with brevity,—stricken is the word—to match Miss Theodosia's.
Downward, upward, each gazed into the other's surprised face. The childlier child, jouncing pleasantly back and forth, viewed them both impartially.