I wrote a few lines to Andy before I went, and I wanted to write to you, but I fancied you must be vexed and mortified, and I would not trouble you.
"Mrs.Plum was very nervous, and capricious, and exacting, and my life with her was not altogether an easy one.

At first, before we were accustomed to each other, it was terrible.

I suppose I have a high temper.

She thought so, and yet she could not do without me, for she was lame in her arms, and unable to help herself readily; besides that, I spoke the French language well enough to make myself understood, and so was necessary to her.

There were many excellent traits of character about her, and after a time I liked her very much, while she seemed to think of me as a willful but rather 'nicish' kind of a daughter.