I aint no great of a jedge about anything but natralness of books, and it really does seem as if some of your men and women was dreadful uncomfortable creaters. lsquo;Pears to me it aint wise to be always pickin ourselves to pieces and pryin into things that ought to come gradual by way of experience and the visitations of Providence. Flowers wont blow worth a cent ef you pull lsquo;em open. Better wait and see what they can do alone. I do relish the smart sayins, the odd ways of furrin parts, and the sarcastic slaps at folkses weak spots. But massy knows, we cant live on spice-cake and Charlotte Ruche, and I do feel as if books was more sustainin ef they was full of every-day people and things, like good bread and butter. Them that goes to the heart and aint soon forgotten is the kind I hanker for. Mis Terrys books now, and Mis Stowes, and Dickenss Christmas pieces,--them is real sweet and cheerin, to my mind.
