CHAPTER IX
MIRANDA HOPE TO HER MOTHER.
October 22d
Dear Mother--I am off in a day or two to visit some new country; I
haven't yet decided which. I have satisfied myself with regard to
France, and obtained a good knowledge of the language. I have
enjoyed my visit to Madame de Maisonrouge deeply, and feel as if I
were leaving a circle of real friends. Everything has gone on
beautifully up to the end, and every one has been as kind and
attentive as if I were their own sister, especially Mr. Verdier, the
French gentleman, from whom I have gained more than I ever expected
(in six weeks), and with whom I have promised to correspond. So you
can imagine me dashing off the most correct French letters; and, if
you don't believe it, I will keep the rough draft to show you when I
go back.
The German gentleman is also more interesting, the more you know him;
it seems sometimes as if I could fairly drink in his ideas. I have
found out why the young lady from New York doesn't like me! It is
because I said one day at dinner that I admired to go to the Louvre.
Well, when I first came, it seemed as if I DID admire everything!
Tell William Platt his letter has come. I knew he would have to
write, and I was bound I would make him! I haven't decided what
country I will visit yet; it seems as if there were so many to choose
from. But I shall take care to pick out a good one, and to meet
plenty of fresh experiences.
Dearest mother, my money holds out, and it IS most interesting!
