around the neck of the conqueror, who looked lovingly enough then.
I only waited to see whether Ethel would be jealous; but the precious
child went up and held up her sweet lips to kiss Eugene and show him
she forgave him; then I ran to my room and had a hearty laugh all to
myself.
Mr. Angus told ma that Eugene was a Spanish Creole, and that it is
natural for him to be hot-blooded.
Ma said you wanted me to write a whole letter about Ethel,—all her