. Recollections of Auton House . ittle gifts presentedto her from time to time, and admirably adapted to write at, werealways gratefully accepted, but never used. She took her writingmaterials on her broad, motherly lap, pushed her cap-strings from herface, adjusted her gold spectacles over her ample nose, dipped herpen daintily in the ink (just enough to fill it without blotting), andaway it ran so merrily and easily over the paper that she would beon her fourth page before we children, who were seated around her,had half gotten through sucking our oranges. People write lettersnow, lots of th
. Recollections of Auton House . ittle gifts presentedto her from time to time, and admirably adapted to write at, werealways gratefully accepted, but never used. She took her writingmaterials on her broad, motherly lap, pushed her cap-strings from herface, adjusted her gold spectacles over her ample nose, dipped herpen daintily in the ink (just enough to fill it without blotting), andaway it ran so merrily and easily over the paper that she would beon her fourth page before we children, who were seated around her,had half gotten through sucking our oranges. People write lettersnow, lots of them, heaps of them ; but I very much doubt whetherthey contain one half the valuable news, — the harmless gossip, thegenial spirit, which flowed so readily from Mother Autons pen. 72 RECOLLECTIONS OF AUTON HOUSE. There she sat in her chair every Sunday morning for over fortyyears, writing the weekly epistle, with bended head and benignexpression, while the wood fire hissed and sputtered, and the oldcanary sang in the CHAPTER NINTH.
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