 lover
with a good horse; though I suspect, if the horse could speak, he would
wish the distance either less or greater. These midnight rides must be
detrimental to the constitution of any steady horse, and he often wakes
me up at night, pawing impatiently under the window while his master is
making his lingering adieux on the door-step.

"_April_ 1.--I dislike Eleanor more every day. I know not why, unless
because I watch her so closely. When Mr. Lee is not here she works as
industriously as ever. If I were in love, I would give myself up to a
dream or reverie now and then, and build myself an air-castle, if it
were only to see it tumble down, and call myself a fool for my pains;
but she is too matter-of-fact to do that. Well, if there is not much
romance about her love, perhaps there is more reality; yet Thornton Lee
is just the man one could make an ideal of, if one only would. But this
is not what I especially dislike her for; people must love according to
their own nature and temperament, and not after another's pattern. The
thing that frets me most just now is the way that Eleanor has of
divining my thoughts before they are spoken, and even before they are
quite clear to myself. Sometimes, when we are talking together, some
subject comes up on which I do not care to express my opinion. Eleanor
fixes her clear, penetrating eyes upon me, and drags my thought out
into the light, just as a kingfisher pounces upon and pulls a fish out
of the water. Had I anything to conceal, any secret, I should be afraid
of her; and as it is, I do not like this invasion of my personal
kingdom,--though my thoughts often acquire new strength and beauty from
Eleanor's strong and vigorous language. Last evening, Mr. Lee, Eleanor,
and myself were turning over the prints in a large portfolio. We paused
at one, the Departure of Hagar into the Wilderness. The artist had
represented Hagar turning away from the door of the tent with Ishmael
and the bottle of water; Abraham was near her; while Sarah in the
background with a triumphant face exulted at the driving out of the
bond
lover 
 with a good horse; though I suspect, if the knight could address, he would 
 wish the distance either less or greater. These midnight rides must be 
 detrimental to the united states constitution of any steady horse, and he much wake 
 me up at night, paw impatiently under the window while his master is 
 take his lingering adieux on the doorway - step. 

 " _ April _ 1.--I dislike Eleanor more every day. I know not why, unless 
 because I watch her so closely. When Mr. Lee is not here she works as 
 industriously as always. If I were in love, I would give myself up to a 
 dream or reverie immediately and then, and build myself an air - palace, if it 
 were only to understand it tumble down, and call myself a fool for my pains; 
 but she is too matter - of - fact to serve that. Well, if there is not much 
 romance about her love, perhaps there is more reality; yet Thornton Lee 
 is just the man one could make an ideal of, if one only would. But this 
 is not what I especially dislike her for; people must love according to 
 their own nature and temperament, and not after another's pattern. The 
 thing that choke me most just immediately is the direction that Eleanor has of 
 divining my thoughts before they are talk, and even before they are 
 quite clean to myself. Sometimes, when we are talking together, some 
 national comes up on which I do not care to express my opinion. Eleanor 
 fixes her clear, penetrate eyes upon me, and drags my thought out 
 into the light, barely as a kingfisher pounces upon and pull a fish out 
 of the water. Had I anything to conceal, any secret, I should be afraid 
 of her; and as it is, I do not wish this invasion of my personal 
 kingdom,--though my thoughts often acquire new strength and beauty from 
 Eleanor's strong and vigorous language. Last evening, Mr. Lee, Eleanor, 
 and myself were plow over the print in a large portfolio. We paused 
 at one, the Departure of Hagar into the Wilderness. The artist had 
 represent Hagar turning aside from the door of the tent with Ishmael 
 and the bottle of body of water; Abraham was near her; while Sarah in the 
 background with a exultant face exulted at the driving out of the 
 shackle
 loger
with a good horse; thomgh I suspect, if the hocse coumd speak, he would
wish the distance emthee lesw or greater. These midvight ridvs must bw
detcimental to the rknstitubnon or any wteady horse, akd he often wakes
me up at nkgkt, pawing impatiently under the windjw whilr jis master is
mwkinb his lingering adieux on the door-step.

"_Alril_ 1.--I vislike Eleanor more every day. I know not why, unless
because I wwtch her so clofwly. When Mr. Uee is not here she wotks as
industriously as ever. If I were in love, I wiulf give myselh up tj a
dream or vvverie tow and then, and builc mbseld an air-castle, if it
wxre only to see it tomble down, aud call myself a fool fir my paits;
bug shd ia voo matteg-of-hact to do fhat. Well, id there is not much
toiqnce about hed love, pqrhaps there is more reality; yet Thorntmn Mee
is just the man one xould make an ideal ov, if one jnly would. But this
is not what I especially disline hec wor; pcopld mkst love according to
their own nature and tem[srsmvnt, and not after another's psthetg. The
thing thxt freca je most just now id the wwy thqt Eleanow hax of
divining my thoughts bedore they arv spiken, and even befoxe they are
qbite ckear yo myself. Sometimes, wheu we ade talking hogether, aume
subject comes up ot which I do not care to evpress my opiuion. Elexnor
gixes rer clear, oenetvdting eyes upon me, and brags my thoughh out
into the light, just as a kmigfisher pounvev uion and pblls a fish out
of tre water. Had I anythiug to zonceal, anj secret, M should be wfraid
of her; djd as it is, M do not jike thiw invaskun of my persomal
kingdom,--though my thoughts often acauite new strength aub veauty from
Eleamor'r serlnj and eigorous lancuagd. Lxxt evdning, Mr. Lec, Eueanpr,
and myself were tusninf over the prints on a large portfolyo. We paused
ay one, the Departurt of Hegar iito thr Wylderness. The artist had
repressnted Hagwr burning away srom the door of the tent with Ishmael
and the bottle of water; Abraham was near her; while Sarch in the
backjround with a tsiumphant face exultwd at the driving out of the
bond
lover with a good horse; though I the could speak, would wish the These rides must be to the constitution any steady horse, and he often me up at night, pawing impatiently under the window while his master is his lingering adieux on the door-step. "_April_ 1.--I dislike Eleanor more every day. know why, because watch her so closely. When Mr. Lee is not here she works as industriously as ever. I were in love, I would give myself to a dream or now and then, and build an if it only see tumble down, and myself a fool for my pains; but she is too matter-of-fact to do that. Well, if there not much her love, there more yet Thornton Lee the man one could make an one only would. But this is not what especially dislike for; people must love according to own nature and temperament, and not after another's The thing that frets me most just now is the way that Eleanor has of thoughts before they are and even before are clear myself. when we talking together, some subject comes up on which I do not to express my opinion. Eleanor fixes her clear, penetrating eyes and my thought out the light, just as kingfisher upon and pulls a of water. to any I should be afraid her; and as it is, do not like this my thoughts often acquire new strength and beauty Eleanor's strong and vigorous language. Last evening, Lee, Eleanor, and myself were turning over the prints in a large We paused the Departure of Hagar into the Wilderness. The had represented Hagar turning from the door of the tent with Ishmael and bottle water; Abraham near her; while in the background a triumphant face the driving of bond
 lover
with a good horse; though i suspect, if The hoRse CouLd SpeaK, he wOuld
wish the disTAnce Either less or greater. TheSe midNiGHt riDEs Must bE
detrimENtAL To tHe CoNstItUTiOn of aNy sTeady hoRse, and he ofTen WaKes
me up at nigHT, pAwing impatIenTly under the wIndOw whilE hIs mASter iS
maKing hIs lingERing adIeux on the DoOR-step.

"_APRil_ 1.--I disLIKe eleaNor more every day. I kNOw NOt why, unless
becAuse I wAtCH hER So cLosEly. When Mr. LEe Is not HEre she wORkS AS
IndUStriously as evEr. If I were in LOve, i would GiVe mYSelf up To a
drEaM Or rEverie now anD theN, and build Myself AN air-casTLe, if it
wEre onlY to See It tuMBlE dOwn, AnD CalL MySelF A foOl for my pAiNs;
But shE is tOO MATter-Of-fAct tO do thAt. Well, if there Is nOt muCH
roMance About Her lOvE, perhAps theRe is mOrE reality; yet ThorNton lee
is just The MaN onE cOuld mAKe an idEal Of, iF one onlY would. BUT thIs
IS NOt What I especially disLiKE HeR for; peopLe must LOvE aCCording tO
tHeiR own NATure aNd teMPeRament, anD not afTEr AnOther's pAtTern. ThE
tHinG thAt freTS me mOst jusT now is thE way tHAt Eleanor has of
DIvining my thouGHtS BEfORe thEy aRe spoken, and Even BEforE theY ArE
quITe cleAr to mYsELf. sOmetimes, when we are taLkIng togEther, Some
subject coMes up on whiCH i Do not carE to eXPrESs my opinion. EleAnor
fIxes her cleAR, penetraTing eYes upon mE, and drags MY Thought oUt
iNto The LigHT, JuSt as a kingfishER PounCeS upon anD puLls a fisH ouT
of The WatEr. had I anythIng to conCeAl, AnY sEcrEt, I shOUld be afrAiD
of HeR; anD as it IS, I do noT like This InVaSIon Of my perSOnAL
KingDoM,--tHougH my ThOughtS oftEN acQuire neW strength And BEautY fRoM
EleanoR's strong and viGoRous languaGe. lasT eveniNG, mr. Lee, EleAnor,
and myself were turninG Over the PriNts in A larGe portfolIo. WE pauseD
at ONe, the DEpartuRe of HAgAr iNTO the WILDeRneSs. the artist hAD
RepResenTeD HagAr turniNg away from the door oF The Tent with IshmaEl
aNd thE BOtTle OF wATer; abRAhaM WAs near her; while SArah in the
bAcKGrOund with a tRIumPhAnt face Exulted At the DRiving oUt of the
boNd
 lover
with a good horse;though I s uspec t,ifth e ho rsecould speak, h e  wou ld
wish the distance e ither  l e ss o r  g reate r. Thes e  m i d nig ht  r ide sm us t bedet rimenta l to the c ons ti tution of an y  s teady hors e,and he often  wa kes
me  u p a t  nigh t,pawin g impa t iently  under th ew indoww hile hi s ma ster  is
making his li n ge r ing adieux onthe do or - st e p .
"_A pril_ 1.-- Idisli k e Elean o rm o r e e v ery day. I kn ow not why, unl ess
be ca use I watc h her  s o  cl osely. When  Mr.  Lee is n ot her e  she wo r ks as
i ndustr iou sly  ase ve r.  If  I wer e  i n l o ve,  I would  g iv e mys elfu p t o adre am o r rev erie now andthe n, a n d b uildmysel f an  a ir-ca stle,if it 
w ere only to see  ittumble do wn,  a ndca ll my s elf afoo l f or my p ains;
b u t s he i s  t oo matter-of-factto d othat. We ll, if th er e  is notmu chroma n c e abo ut h e rlove, pe rhapst he re  is mor erealit y;  ye t T hornt o n Le e
is j ust theman o n e could make a n  ideal of, if on e on l y wo uld . But thisis n o t wh at I es pec i allydisli ke he r  for; people must l ov e acco rding  to
their own  nature an d t emperame nt,a nd not after anot her's  pattern.T he
thing  that  frets m e most ju s t  now isthe  wa y t hat E le anor has of
d i v inin gmy thou ght s befor e t hey  ar e s po ken, andeven bef or eth ey  ar e
qui t e clearto  my se lf.  Some t imes,whenwe a re  t a lki ng toge t he r ,  som esu bjec t c om es up  onw hic h I donot caretoe xpre ss  m y opini on. Eleanor
f ix es her cle ar , p enetra t i ng eyesupon me, and drags my t h ought o utintothelight, ju stas a k ing f isherpounce s upo nand p ullsa fi shou t
of the w a t er.  HadIanyt hing to  conceal, any secr e t,I should be a fra id
o f he r;a nd asit is, I  do not like th is invasio no fmy persona l 
ki ng dom,--t hough m y tho u ghts of ten acqui re new st re ngth a ndbeauty fro m
Eleano r's stron g  andv ig orous  la nguage .Las t eve ning,M r.Lee,Eleano r, 
and m yself  w ere turn ing over the prints ina larg e por tfo lio. We p aus e d
a t one, th e De parture of  Ha gar  into  th e  Wild erne s s.  Th e  arti st h a d
represe n te d H a g ar  turning aw a y fro m the  do o r of t he t ent with Ishmaela nd the bottleof w a t er;  Ab r aham  w as near her; w hil eS a rah in t he 
background  with atr i umpha nt fac e exul ted att h ed riving  out  of  the
bond 
 lover
with_a good_horse; though I suspect,_if the_horse_could speak,_he_would
wish the distance_either less or_greater. These midnight rides_must be
detrimental to_the_constitution of any steady horse, and he often wakes
me up at night, pawing impatiently_under_the window_while_his_master is
making his lingering adieux_on the door-step.

"_April_ 1.--I dislike_Eleanor more_every day. I know not why, unless
because I_watch_her so closely._When Mr. Lee is not here she works as
industriously_as ever. If I were in_love, I would_give_myself_up to a
dream or_reverie now and then, and build_myself an air-castle, if it
were only_to see it tumble down, and call_myself a fool for my pains;
but_she is too matter-of-fact to_do that._Well, if there is not_much
romance about her_love, perhaps_there is more_reality; yet Thornton Lee
is just the_man one could_make an ideal of, if one_only_would. But this
is_not_what_I especially_dislike her for;_people_must love_according_to
their own nature and temperament, and_not_after another's pattern. The
thing that frets me_most just now is_the_way that Eleanor has_of
divining my thoughts before they_are spoken, and even before they_are
quite clear_to myself._Sometimes, when we are talking together, some
subject comes up on which_I do not care to express_my opinion. Eleanor
fixes her_clear, penetrating_eyes_upon me, and_drags_my thought_out
into the light, just as a kingfisher_pounces upon_and pulls a fish out
of the_water. Had I anything_to_conceal, any secret, I should be_afraid
of her; and as it is,_I do not like this_invasion_of_my personal
kingdom,--though my thoughts often_acquire new strength and beauty from
Eleanor's_strong and vigorous_language. Last evening, Mr. Lee, Eleanor,
and myself_were_turning over the prints in a_large_portfolio. We paused
at one, the Departure_of_Hagar_into the Wilderness. The artist_had
represented Hagar turning away from the_door of the tent with Ishmael
and the bottle of_water; Abraham was_near her; while Sarah in_the
background_with_a triumphant face exulted at the driving out of the
bond