And it makes you somewhat proud to hear her called your
wife; and you wonder to yourself, dreamily, if it won't be true some day
or other.
----Fie, Clarence, where is your split sixpence, and your blue ribbon!
Jenny is romantic, and talks of "Thaddeus of Warsaw" in a very touching
manner, and promises to lend you the book. She folds billets in a
lover's fashion, and practises love-knots upon her bonnet-strings. She
looks out of the corners of her eyes very often, and sighs. She is
frequently by herself, and pulls flowers to pieces. She has great pity
for middle-aged bachelors, and thinks them all disappointed men.
After a time she writes notes to you, begging you would answer them at
the earliest possible moment, and signs herself--"your attached Jenny."
She takes the marriage farce of her uncle in a cold way, as trifling
with a very serious subject, and looks tenderly at you. She is very much
shocked when her uncle offers to kiss her; and when he proposes it to
you, she is equally indignant, but--with a great change of color.
Nat says one day in a confidential conversation that it won't do to
marry a woman six months older than yourself; and this, coming from Nat
who has been to London, rather staggers you.
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