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The two or three hours which my aunt spent morning and evening together at church being too short for my admiration of the entrancing portrait, I resolved at last to keep the miniature in my pocket, and went about all day hiding myself from people just as if I had committed some crime. THE TWO OR THREE HOURS WHICH MY AUNT SPENT MORNING AND EVENING TOGETHER AT CHURCH BEING TOO SHORT FOR MY ADMIRATION OF THE ENTRANCING PORTRAIT I RESOLVED AT LAST TO KEEP THE MINIATURE IN MY POCKET AND WENT ABOUT ALL DAY HIDING MYSELF FROM PEOPLE JUST AS IF I HAD COMMITTED SOME CRIME
uestioned me as to what I thought of the beauty of their little maidens, I would shrug my shoulders and disdainfully call them _ugly mugs_. One Sunday I went to play in the house of some little girl-cousins, really very pretty, the eldest of whom was not yet fifteen. We were amusing ourselves looking into a stereoscope, when suddenly one of the little girls, the youngest, who counted twelve summers at most, secretly seized my hand, and in some confusion and blushing as red as a brazier, whispered in my ear: "Take this." At the same time I felt in the palm of my hand something soft and fresh, and saw that it was a rosebud with its green foliage. The little girl ran away smiling and casting a side-glance at me; but I, with a Puritanism worthy of Joseph, cried out in my turn: "Take this!" And I threw the rosebud at her nose, a rebuff which made her tearful and pettish with me the whole afternoon, and for which she has not pardoned me even now, though she is married and has three children. D HAUGHTY SMILE AND WHEN THEY QUESTIONED ME AS TO WHAT I THOUGHT OF THE BEAUTY OF THEIR LITTLE MAIDENS I WOULD SHRUG MY SHOULDERS AND DISDAINFULLY CALL THEM UGLY MUGS ONE SUNDAY I WENT TO PLAY IN THE HOUSE OF SOME LITTLE GIRL COUSINS REALLY VERY PRETTY THE ELDEST OF WHOM WAS NOT YET FIFTEEN WE WERE AMUSING OURSELVES LOOKING INTO A STEREA SCUB WHEN SUDDENLY ONE OF THE LITTLE GIRLS THE YOUNGEST WHO COUNTED TWELVE SUMS AT MOST SECRETLY SEIZED MY HAND AND IN SOME CONFUSION AND BLUSHING AS RED AS A BRAZIER WHISPERED IN MY EAR TAKE THIS AT THE SAME TIME I FELT IN THE PALM OF MY HAND SOMETHING SOFT AND FRESH AND SAW THAT IT WAS A ROSEBUD WITH ITS GREEN FOLIAGE THE LITTLE GIRL RAN AWAY SMILING AND CASTING A SLIGHT GLANCE AT ME BUT I WITH A PURITANISM WORTHY OF JOSEPH CRIED OUT IN MY TURN TAKE THIS AND I THREW THE ROSEBUD AT HER NOSE A REBUFF WHICH MADE HER TEARFUL AND PETTISH WITH ME THE WHOLE AFTERNOON AND FOR WHICH SHE HAS NOT PARDONED ME EVEN NOW THOUGH SHE IS MARRIED AND HER THREE CHILDREN
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