So as soon as I find the
husband, I am going to cultivate my eleven children. You remember that
was the career I picked out in the days of my tender youth.
"Her face is big and round and white, and her eyes are bluer than any
summer sky the poets could rave about. Her lips are the original
Cupid's bow,--in fact, Julia's lips have about convinced me that Cupid
must have been a woman, certainly he could ask no more deadly weapon
for shattering the hearts of men. Her hair is comical. It is yellow
gold, but it sticks straight out in every direction. It is the most
aggravatingly, irresistibly defiant hair you ever saw in your life. It
makes you kiss it, and brush it, and soak it in water, and shake Julia
for having it, and then fall in love with her all over again.
"She is just beginning to talk. When I arrived the whole family was
assembled to do me honor, Prudence and Fairy, Lark and all the babies.
Julia seemed to resent her temporary eclipse in the limelight. She
crowed in a compelling way, and when I advanced to bow reverently
before her, she pointed a fat, accusing finger at me, and said, 'Who is
'at?' Her very first word,--and no presidential message ever provoked
half the storm of approval her little phrase called forth.
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