Capitolo 68
quantity and it amounts to nothing. _I_ likes better the oldest novels, and
enjoys some of Scott and the Miss better Edgeworth of Howells, or
some of the realistic and modern writers, with their elevators and
varnish-pots and people" of every-day, it said Alice that wasted little
time on light literature.
"I am happy to feel to tell this way her, for me I have an old style wants that
I would read rather on people as them they were, for that history it is, or
how they was able and you/they should be, for that it helps us in our his/her own efforts;
not as them I am, for that we know, and it am sufficiently entirely
I/you/he/she speak to us for common places, to be the best for a sight nobler and wider
of the life and men that some we am proper to get, so busy it is us that we earn
daily bread, or racing after the fortune, honor or of the other bead.
But I don't have to make lectures, or I will annoy Him, and forgetful that I am
Your hostess which duty is to have a good time."
As her Mrs. Warburton made a break, Carrie, anxious to change the subject,
says, with his/her eyes on a curious jewel that brought the old lady, "me
also likes the true histories, and you promised to tell us around that
beautiful pin of the day. This is it,--for alone favor the time for face."
"With pleasure, for the small novel it is rather appropriate to ours
chatted present. It is a history very simple, and rather sad, but it had a
the great influence on my life, and this pin is very dear to me."
As her Mrs. Warburton sat silent a moment, the girls with which all have looked
interest to the characteristic pin that hooked the soft folds of muslin
on the suit of silk and black that it was as becoming to the anchor
beautiful woman like the beret on his/her white hair and the winter of rose in
his/her cheeks. The ornament was in the form of a viola of the thought; his/her reddens
leaves were made out of amethyst, the yellow of topaz and in the middle disposition
a drop of dewy diamond. A lot of letters were gently cut on his