I have had a letter from Ovid.
"He has arrived safely at Quebec, and he is beginning to feel better already, after the voyage.

You cannot imagine how beautifully, how tenderly he writes! I am almost reconciled to his absence, when I read his letter.

Will that give you some idea of the happiness and the consolation that I owe to this best and dearest of men?
"Ah, my old granny, I see you start, and make that favourite mark with your thumb-nail under the word 'consolation'! I hear you say to yourself, 'Is she unhappy in her English home?
And is Aunt Gallilee to blame for it ?' Yes! it is even so.

What I would not for the whole world write to Ovid, I may confess to you.

Aunt Gallilee is indeed a hard, hard woman.
"Do you remember telling me, in your dear downright way, that Mr.Le Frank looked like a rogue?
I don't know whether he is a rogue--but I do know that it is through his conduct that my aunt is offended with me.
"It happened three weeks ago.
"She sent for me, and said that my education must be completed, and that my music in particular must be attended to.