eloved Manx!) 'that comes from her girlish lips with
charming vivacity and drollness.' All of which, though it is quite right,
and no more than my due, _of course_, made me sob so long and loud that
my good little hippopotamus came upstairs to comfort me, but, finding me
lying on the floor, he threw up his hands and cried, '_Ach_ Gott! I
t'ought it vas a young lady, but vhatever is it?'

"Yet wae's me! Sometimes I think how many poor girls there must be who
have never had a chance, while I have had so many and such glorious ones;
who can not get anybody to listen to them, while I am so pampered and
praised; who live in narrow alleys and serve in little dark shops, where
men and men-things talk to them as they can't talk to their sisters and
wives, while I am held aloft in an atmosphere of admiration and respect:
who earn their bread in clubs and casinos, where they breathe the air of
the hotbeds of hell, while I am surrounded by everything that ennobles
and refines! O God, forgive me if I am a vain, presumptuous creature,
laughing at everything and everybody, and sometimes forgetting that many
a poor girl who is being tossed about in London is just as good as me,
and as clever and as brave.

"But hoot! 'I likes to be jolly and I allus is.' So Aunt Anna doesn't
like this Wandering Jew existence! Well, do you know I always thought I
should love a gipsy life. It has a sense of movement that must be
delightful, and then I love going fast. Do you remember the days when
'Caesar' used to take the bit in his teeth and bolt with me! Lo, there
was little me, cross-legged on his bare back, with nothing to trust to
but Providence and a pair of rope reins; but, oh my! I couldn't breathe
for excitement and delight! Dear old maddest of created 'Caesars,' I feel
as if I were whacking at him yet! What do you think of me? But we 'that
be females are the same craythurs alwis', as old Chalse used to say, and
what a woman is in the cradle she continues to be to the end. There
again! I wonder who told you that, young lady!

"But to tell you the truth at last, dear Aunt Rachel, there is something
I have kept back until now, because I couldn't bear the thought of any of
you being anxious on my account, especially grandfather, who thinks of
Glory so much too often as things are. Can't you guess what it is? I
couldn't help taking up my life of Wandering Jew, because I was dismissed
from the hospital! Didn't you understand that, my dears? I thou