The Atlantic Monthly Volume 103 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1909 edition. Excerpt: ...often reminds me of something forgotten just as we set forth for the village together; and then calls after me, as I speed back to our house, "I 'll wait for you at the drug-store." She has a. worse, a more intolerable fault than this and one I should not mention were her initials really J. O. H._ She never hears me out I have theories, which I would like to develop under the stimulus of an intelligent listener; but merely because she has finished her breakfast, --merely because she "has a letter to write,"--she walks away and leaves me talking. I have never expressed my opinion of this habit to J. herself. I would not wound her feelings. She thinks herself considerate, because, from time to time, she listens to my reading aloud of poetry. It is considerate--it is kind; but they are poems that she ought to like. I cannot understand her lack of appreciation of" Kinmont Willie." I have read it to her again and again, but she has not learned to like it yet. I know, indeed, that some of my idiosyncrasies are non grata to her. She dislikes my stodgy boots, and that Scottish plaided ribbon which I often wear in the morning, and think very pleasing. I am sure she dislikes, though she refrains through affection from saying so, my habit of humming long pieces of poetry to a monotonous no-tune, when I am dusting. I have an indulgeable--fault, shall I call it?----of always a few minutes late. It arises from a praiseworthy dislike of wasting time. If I am a very little late for an appointment, the other person is always there; and thus no time is lost--ofl' we go together at once. J. declares that the other person has wasted time waiting for me; and persists in censuring me, while she pities that party...