Don't you think he was up before the sun, and went out upon the
river to get them for me because he knows how fond I am of them, and
I told him yesterday that they always made me think of you, they are
an sweet, and pure, and fair. I wish you could have seen him, or,
rather, have heard his voice and seen the look in his eyes, as he
said: "Yes; Jerrie is the lily and you are the rose; you set each
other off admirably. I am glad you are so good friends."
'Harold thinks the world of you, Jerrie, and were you his own
sister, I am sure he could not love you better than he does. How
handsome he has grown since I went away. I always thought him
splendid-looking, but he is more than that now; so tall and
straight, with his head set on his shoulders in such an aristocratic
kind of way, and then his eyes, which look at you so--well, I don't
know how they do look at you, but they are eyes you would trust and
never be afraid of anything bad behind them. Uncle Arthur says his
mother was lovely, and that his father was one of the handsomest men
of his time, but I am certain that Harold looks better than either
of them, and has inherited the good qualities of both, without a
single bad one.
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