Caddy told me that her lover's education had been so neglected that it was not always easy to read his notes. She said if he were not so anxious about his spelling and took less pains to make it clear, he would do better; but he put so many unnecessary letters into short words that they sometimes quite lost their English appearance. "He does it with the best intention," observed Caddy, "but it hasn't the effect he means, poor fellow!" Caddy then went on to reason, how could he be expected to be a scholar when he had passed his whole life in the dancing-school and had done nothing but teach and fag, fag and teach, morning, noon, and night! And what did it matter? She could write letters enough for both, as she knew to her cost, and it was far better for him to be amiable than learned. "Besides, it's not as if I was an accomplished girl who had any right to give herself airs," said Caddy. "I know little enough, I am sure, thanks to Ma!

Caddy told me that her lover's education had been so neglected that it was not always easy to read his notes. But how could he be expected to be a scholar when he had passed his whole life in the dancing-school and had done nothing but teach and work, morning, noon, and night! And what did it matter? She could write letters enough for both, and it was better for him to be amiable than learned. "Besides, I'm not an accomplished girl myself," said Caddy. "I know little enough, I am sure, thanks to Ma!
