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Of course I wrote and told my aunt that they were the one thing that had been wanting to make existence blossom like a rose; I am afraid she thought me frivolous  she comes from the North, where they live in the fear of Heaven and the Earl of Durham. OF COURSE I WROTE AND TOLD MY AUNT THAT THEY WERE THE ONE THING THAT HAD BEEN WANTING TO MAKE EXISTENCE BLOSSOM LIKE A ROSE I AM AFRAID SHE THOUGHT ME FRIVOLOUS SHE COMES FROM THE NORTH WHERE THEY LIVE IN THE FEAR OF HEAVEN AND THE EARL OF DURHAM
he birds--for it is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country. Then there are aunts. They are always a difficult class to deal with in the matter of presents. The trouble is that one never catches them really young enough. By the time one has educated them to an appreciation of the fact that one does not wear red woollen mittens in the West End, they die, or quarrel with the family, or do something equally inconsiderate. That is why the supply of trained aunts is always so precarious. There is my Aunt Agatha, _par exemple_, who sent me a pair of gloves last Christmas, and even got so far as to choose a kind that was being worn and had the correct number of buttons. But--_they were nines_! I sent them to a boy whom I hated intimately: he didn't wear them, of course, but he could have--that was where the bitterness of death came in. It was nearly as consoling as sending white flowers to his funeral. NCHES AND FRIGHTENING AWAY THE BIRDS FOR IT IS AN ADMITTED FACT THAT THE ORDINARY TOM TIT OF COMMERCE HAS A SOUNDER AESTHETIC TASTE THAN THE AVERAGE FEMALE RELATIVE IN THE COUNTRY THEN THERE ARE AUNTS THEY ARE ALWAYS A DIFFICULT CLASS TO DEAL WITH IN THE MATTER OF PRESENTS THE TROUBLE IS THAT ONE NEVER CATCHES THEM REALLY YOUNG ENOUGH BY THE TIME ONE HAS EDUCATED THEM TO AN APPRECIATION OF THE FACT THAT ONE DOES NOT WEAR RED WOOLLEN MITTENS IN THE WEST END THEY DIE OR QUARREL WITH THE FAMILY OR DO SOMETHING EQUALLY INCONSIDERATE THAT IS WHY THE SUPPLY OF TRAINED AUNTS IS ALWAYS SO PRECARIOUS THERE IS MY AUNT AGATHA PARGZONE WHO SENT ME A PAIR OF GLOVES LAST CHRISTMAS AND EVEN GOT SO FAR AS TO CHOOSE A KIND THAT WAS BEING WORN AND HAD THE CORRECT NUMBER OF BUTTONS BUT THEY WERE NINES I SENT THEM TO A BOY WHOM I HATED INTIMATELY HE DIDN'T WEAR THEM OF COURSE BUT HE COULD HAVE THAT WAS WHERE THE BITTERNESS OF DEATH CAME IN IT WAS NEARLY AS CONSOLING AS SENDING WHITE FLOWERS TO HIS FUNERAL
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