said I, ‘I have been quite unhappy myself all night, to think of Dora’s being so.

But I had no other intention than to speak to her tenderly and lovingly about our home-affairs.’

My aunt nodded encouragement.

‘You must have patience, Trot,’ said she.

‘Of course. Heaven knows I don’t mean to be unreasonable, aunt!’

‘No, no,’ said my aunt. ‘But Little Blossom is a very tender little blossom, and the wind must be gentle with her.’

I thanked my good aunt, in my heart, for her tenderness towards my wife; and I was sure that she knew I did.

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