But, I should not have said this.

She was a beautiful, fascinating young creature, as I remember her, and your father was crazy to get her.

But I don't think they were very happy together.
Where the blame lay I never knew for certain, and I will make no suggestions now." "They were uncongenial in their tastes, perhaps," said Jessie.
"Dear knows what the reason was! But she died young, poor thing! and your father was in a sad way about it.

I thought, of course, he would marry again.

But he did not--living a widower until his death." "Is my mother's picture very much like her, Aunt Phoebe ?" "Very like her; but not so handsome." "She was beautiful ?" "Oh, yes; and the reigning belle before her marriage." Jessie questioned no farther.