I've fallen in love with
her myself. I am a physiognomist as well as a phrenologist. Robert
taught me the principles. She's almost divinely lovely. I say almost,
for, of course, she'll be still lovelier when she goes to Heaven. Her
well-shaped head indicates a strong, active, inventive mind, while her
pure heart and clean soul are mirrored in her sweet face. She is a good
foil for you, Quincy. You are almost dark enough for a Spaniard or an
Italian, while she is Goethe's ideal Marguerite."
It was not necessary for Quincy to ask to whom she referred, nor to
praise her powers of discernment. It was Aunt Ella's time for talking,
and she was not inclined to brook any interference. So she went on.
"I want you to bring her here to me and have Rosa What-d'yer-call-her
come with her. Here they can work and play until you get the nest ready
for her down to Nantucket. You say she plays and sings. I love music
passionately, but I can't play a note, even on a jew's-harp; but if she
plays a wrong note I shall feel inclined to call her attention to it.
When I used to go to the theatre with Robert, I delighted in telling him
how badly some of the members of the orchestra were playing, but I
repented of it.
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