that nothing may be said to wound him, or to remind
him of his great affliction more than needs be. It was a
beautiful sight on New Year's Eve to see Joe's boxes
that he has carved. He has become very clever at that
work, and there was an article of his carving for every
one, but the best was for Emilie, and she
deserted
it.
Oh, how he loves Emilie! If he is beginning to feel in
one of his old cross moods, he says that Emilie's face, or