My dear, dear Georgiana,--Only think how long it is since I have written to you, and how changed I am since then — the mother of three children!
Well, if I have not kept the reckoning of old times, let this last circumstance prove my apology, for I have been hand, heart, and head full since I saw you.
Now, to-day, for example, I'll tell you what I had on my mind from dawn to dewy eve. In the first place I waked about half after four and thought, “Bless me, how light it is!
I must get out of bed and rap to wake up Mina, for breakfast must be had at six o'clock this morning.”
So out of bed I jump and seize the tongs and pound, pound, pound over poor Mina's sleepy head, charitably allowing her about half an hour to get waked up in,--that being the quantum of time that it takes me,--or used to. Well, then baby wakes — qua, qua, qua, so I give him his breakfast, dozing meanwhile and soliloquizing as follows:
“Now I must not forget to tell Mr. Stowe about the starch and dried apples ”-doze--“ah, um, dear me!
why does n't Mina get up?
I don't hear her,” --doze --“a, umm,--I wonder if Mina has soap enough!
I think there were two bars left on Saturday” --doze again — I wake again.
“Dear me, broad daylight!
I must get up and go down and see if Mina is getting breakfast.”
Up I jump and up wakes baby.
“Now, little boy, be good and let mother dress, because she is in a hurry.”
I get my frock half on and baby by that
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another of domestic life outlined by Mrs. Stowe's own hand.
It is contained in the following letter, written June 21, 1838, to Miss May, at New Haven, Conn.:--
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