T is very seldom
that mere ordi-
nary P""ople like
John and myself
secure ancestral
hall s for the
summer.
A colonial man-
sion, a hereditary
estate, I would
say a haunted
house, and reach the height of romantic
felicity- but that would be asking too
much of fate!
Still I will proudly declare that there is
something queer about it.
Else, why should it be let so cheaply?
And why have stood so long untenanted?
John laughs at me, of course, but one
expects that in marriage.
John is practical in the extreme. He
has no patience with faith, an intense
horror of superstition, and he scoffs
openly at any talk of things not to be felt
and seen and put down in figures.
John is a physician, and perltaps - (I
would not say it to a living soul, of
course, but this is dead paper and a
great relief to my mind - ) per/zaps that
is one reason I do not get well faster.
You see he does not believe I am sick! .
And what can one do?
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