"I was anxious.

So now perhaps we shall have a peaceful Christmas.

I am glad your Aunt Barbara and Francis are coming, for though your aunt always laughs at your father, she does it kindly, does she not?
And as for Francis--my dear, if God had given me two sons, I should have liked the other to be like Francis.

And shall we walk a little farther this way, and see poor Petsy's grave ?" Petsy's grave proved rather agitating.

There were doleful little stories of the last days to be related, and Petsy II.