"Little wife, your jewels alone are worth what to
very many would be a handsome fortune."
"Yes, Edward, and is it not really a pity to have so much locked up in
them?"
"No, it is a good investment; especially as things are at present."
"I could do very well without them; should never have bought them for
myself: they are almost all your gifts and papa's, or his purchases."
Aunt Chloe had returned with the needles and yarn, and now Elsie began
giving the lesson in knitting, both she and her pupil making very merry
over it. Rose and Mr. Dinsmore presently joined them, and the latter, not
to be outdone by his son-in-law, invited his wife to teach him.
Horace was at his lessons, but Rosebud, or Rosie as she had gradually come
to be called, soon followed her parents. She was a bright, merry little
girl of six, very different from what her sister had been at that age;
full of fun and frolicsome as a kitten, very fond of her father, liking to
climb upon his knee to be petted and caressed, but clinging still more to
her sweet, gentle mamma.
Mr. Travilla and she were the best of friends; she was devotedly attached
to her sister, and considered it "very nice and funny," that she was aunt
to wee Elsie and baby Eddie.
"Oh," she cried, the moment she came into the room, "what is wee Elsie
doing? Mamma, may I, too?"
"May you what?" asked Rose.
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