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54 MEMORIES OF A SCULPTOR’S WIFE
veiling drew near. ‘They haggle so over details, etc., but
it will come out well in the end.’
There seems to have been, in this case, one person who
made objections, and it is interesting to note that Judge
Hoar immediately put him in his place, that the meeting
applauded, and it is also interesting to find Mr. Emerson
taking his share in the small affairs of the town with his
usual calm love of justice. ‘If I ask an artist,’ he said, ‘to
make a silver bowl, and he gives me one of gold, I must not
haggle over details.’
There is a good deal of badinage largely about girls.
‘May Alcott,’ he writes, ‘has started an art class down in
the town. The girls go and draw and are interested in what
she has to give them, fresh from Paris. “If I only had
Dan French to help me,” she says, “every young woman
in Middlesex County would be studying art!”’
Also — still badinage — a great deal in the way of ad-
vice and suggestions in regard to a young woman whose
name must have often appeared in the pages of Dan’s
letters from Florence. ‘ Is Miss Lizzie Ball as pretty as you
think she is? Is she really a blonde, and haven’t you her
photograph to send us? Why don’t you hurry up? But
perhaps she wouldn’t like our cold winters.’
Of course everybody insisted, both in Concord and in-
deed in the little circle outside the Porta Romana, that
these two people, who were together daily, must sooner or
later fall in love. They became lifelong friends, and have
often laughed about it since.
‘Trying to work me up,’ Dan used to say, ‘and by the
time I had really got into a sentimental state, in the moon-
light, I discovered that my fair friend was picking out the
letters in the Cassiopeia Chair, because they spelled “W,”
veiling drew near. ‘They haggle so over details, etc., but
it will come out well in the end.’
There seems to have been, in this case, one person who
made objections, and it is interesting to note that Judge
Hoar immediately put him in his place, that the meeting
applauded, and it is also interesting to find Mr. Emerson
taking his share in the small affairs of the town with his
usual calm love of justice. ‘If I ask an artist,’ he said, ‘to
make a silver bowl, and he gives me one of gold, I must not
haggle over details.’
There is a good deal of badinage largely about girls.
‘May Alcott,’ he writes, ‘has started an art class down in
the town. The girls go and draw and are interested in what
she has to give them, fresh from Paris. “If I only had
Dan French to help me,” she says, “every young woman
in Middlesex County would be studying art!”’
Also — still badinage — a great deal in the way of ad-
vice and suggestions in regard to a young woman whose
name must have often appeared in the pages of Dan’s
letters from Florence. ‘ Is Miss Lizzie Ball as pretty as you
think she is? Is she really a blonde, and haven’t you her
photograph to send us? Why don’t you hurry up? But
perhaps she wouldn’t like our cold winters.’
Of course everybody insisted, both in Concord and in-
deed in the little circle outside the Porta Romana, that
these two people, who were together daily, must sooner or
later fall in love. They became lifelong friends, and have
often laughed about it since.
‘Trying to work me up,’ Dan used to say, ‘and by the
time I had really got into a sentimental state, in the moon-
light, I discovered that my fair friend was picking out the
letters in the Cassiopeia Chair, because they spelled “W,”