I haven't words beautiful enough to describe itAt... I haven't words beautiful enough to describe itAt Coblenz we had a lovely time, for some students from Bonn, with whom Fred got acquainted on the boat, gave us a serenadeIt was a moonlight night, and about one o'clock Flo and I were waked by the most delicious music under our windowsWe flew up, and hid behind the curtains, but sly peeps showed us Fred and the students singing away down belowIt was the most romantic thing I ever saw--the river, the bridge of boats, the great fortress opposite, moonlight everywhere, and music fit to melt a heart of stone
When they were done we threw down some flowers, and saw them scramble for them, kiss their hands to the invisible ladies, and go laughing away, to smoke and drink beer, I supposeNext morning Fred showed me one of the crumpled flowers in his vest pocket, and looked very sentimentalI laughed at him, and said I didn't throw it, but Flo, which seemed to disgust him, for he tossed it out of the window, and turned sensible againI'm afraid I'm going to have trouble with that boy, it begins to look like it
The baths at
dior handbag sale Nassau were very gay, so was Baden-Baden, where Fred lost some money, and I scolded himHe needs someone to look after him when Frank is not with himKate said once she hoped he'd marry soon, and I quite agree with her that it would be well for himFrankfurt was delightfulI saw Goeth's house, Schiller's statue, and Dannecker's famous AriadneIt was very lovely, but I should have enjoyed it more if I had known the story betterI didn't like to ask, as everyone knew it or pretended they didI wish Jo would tell me all about itI ought to have read more, for I find I don't know anything, and it mortifies me
Now comes the serious part, for it happened here, and Fred has just goneHe has been so kind and jolly that we all got quite fond of himI never thought of anything but a traveling friendship till the serenade nightSince then I've begun to feel that the moonlight walks, balcony talks, and daily adventures were something more to him than funI haven't flirted, Mother, truly, but remembered what you said to me, and have done my very bestI can't help it if people like meI don't
louis vuitton bag try to make them, and it worries me if I don't care for them, though Jo says I haven't got any heartNow I know Mother will shake her head, and the girls say, "Oh, the mercenary little wretch!", but I've made up my mind, and if Fred asks me, I shall accept him, though I'm not madly in loveI like him, and we get on comfortably togetherHe is handsome, young, clever enough, and very rich--ever so much richer than the LaurencesI don't think his family would object, and I should be very happy, for they are all kind, well-bred, generous people, and they like meFred, as the eldest twin, will have the estate, I suppose, and such a splendid one it is! A city house in a fashionable street, not so showy as our big houses, but twice as comfortable and full of solid luxury, such as English people believe inI like it, for it's genuineI've seen the plate, the family jewels, the old servants, and pictures of the country place, with its park, great house, lovely grounds, and fine horsesOh, it would be all I should ask! And I'd rather have it than any title such as girls snap up so
rolex fakes readily, and find nothing behindI may be mercenary, but I hate poverty, and don't mean to bear it a minute longer than I can helpOne of us must marry wellMeg didn't, Jo won't, Beth can't yet, so I shall, and make everything okay all roundI wouldn't marry a man I hated or despisedYou may be sure of that, and though Fred is not my model hero, he does very well, and in time I should get fond enough of him if he was very fond of me, and let me do just as I likedSo I've been turning the matter over in my mind the last week, for it was impossible to help seeing that Fred liked meHe said nothing, but little things showed itHe never goes with Flo, always gets on my side of the carriage, table, or promenade, looks sentimental when we are alone, and frowns at anyone else who ventures to speak tomeYesterday at dinner, when an Austrian officer stared at us and then said something to his friend, a rakish-looking baron, about `ein wonderschones Blondchen', Fred looked as fierce as a lion, and cut his meat so savagely it nearly flew off his plateHe isn't one of the cool, stiff
ladies omega watches Englishmen, but is rather peppery, for he has Scotch blood in him, as one might guess from his bonnie blue eyes
Well, last evening we went up to the castle about sunset, at least all of us but Fred, who was to meet us there after going to the Post Restante for lettersWe had a charming time poking about the ruins, the vaults where the monster tun is, and the beautiful gardens made by the elector long ago for his English wifeI liked the great terrace best, for the view was divine, so while the rest went to see the rooms inside, I sat there trying to sketch the gray stone lion's head on the wall, with scarlet woodbine sprays hanging round itI felt as if I'd got into a romance, sitting there, watching the Meckar rolling through the valley, listening to the music of the Austrian band below, and waiting for my lover, like a real storybook girlI had a feeling that something was going to happen and I was ready for itI didn't feel blushy or quakey, but quite cool and only a little excited
By-and-by I heard Fred's voice, and then he came hurrying through the great arch to find
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