As she read the letter, her expressive eyes dilated with wonder and awe.
“What is it?� asked Nathan, noticing her agitation.
She placed the written pages in his hand.
“Read that, Nathan, and tell me what to think, what to believe. Read it aloud that all may hear and judge.�
Nathan took the letter and read as follows:
“‘Cramer Cabin, Prairieland,
“‘August 28, 18—.
“‘My Darling Little Sister:
“‘Don’t you wish you were here with me this summer evening? Outside, the white stillness of the great prairie woos one to meditation and letter writing. Now you will expect something poetical and fine, will you not? Well, the inspiration is here, but alas, I am one of those “Who cannot sing, but die with all their music in them.� My muse deserted me in my infancy. Besides I have been having unexpected duties.
“‘Mark is at home laid up with a couple of wounds, not serious ones, I am happy to say, but such as to give me an opportunity to coddle and pet him for a time. I am not sure I am sorry he received them, but don’t whisper this to him.