real martyr sperit become the greatest comfort and pleasure of her life. For pretty soon Love, the great high priest, come in and sanctified her offerings of comfort and ease, and made her way glorious. How she did love Anna, and how Anna did love her. Of course clouds sometimes dimmed the horizon, shadders from Tamer's personality and influence dimmed the clear sky that she wanted always to shine down onto her darling, also some lighter shadders from Hamen's onwisdom.
But take it as a hull, Aunt Judith's influence and sweet wise teachings carried the day, and Anna grew up a girl of a thousand, and at Aunt Judith's death (which almost broke her heart) she wuz so headed in the right way that she couldn't be turned very fur from it either way, not by Pa or Ma or any other onwise influence. The money she left Anna wuz the least of the riches she give her.
She died jest about the time that Tamer recovered her health, or as much of it as she ever did recover, so Tamer had the care of Cicero and poor little Jack. But then Jack had Anna, too, to kinder lean on, for Tamer had another spell for some years after Jack wuz born. But Cicero never would hear a word to Anna, he had got thoroughly headed in his Ma's ways, and then I spoze it wuz kinder hereditary in him, too; he wuz born that way.
Anna is real good lookin', her cheeks are as pink as fresh young damask roses, her complexion is clear and white and as smooth as satin, and her eyes are very dark, and soft, and bright, too, her hair is dark and wavy and kinks up in cunnin' little curls on her forward and neck, she can't do it up so but what them little curls will escape from the comb and cluster round
