I am very hungry for
that same food.
EMILIA.
LETTER XX.
December 6th.
The snow is on the ground; 'tis a beautiful white world. Yet to-day
has been a dull day. I had my lesson yesterday. I spent the whole of
this afternoon preparing a list of Christmas charities, in which
Aunt Caroline and Ida Seymour helped me, good souls. I can think of
nothing but flannel this evening. That is a lie, by the way; I
almost wish it were not. Yesterday Gabriel and I had an adventure. I
was walking part of the way back with him and Jane Norton, who had
been taking tea with my old ladies, and as we went past a cottage,
just off the lane, we heard fearful screams. Gabriel sprang in, I
following, and there we found a woman beating a little girl with a
broom. Gabriel's eyes were like fire; he caught the child in one
hand, the broom in the other; I thought he meant to bring it down on
the woman's back. We stayed there some time, he lecturing the
mother, I consoling the poor mite. She was wretchedly clad; I shall
bring her some clothes to-morrow.
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