" And it cannot but have been perceived that so much
sympathy with weakness could hardly have been in the gift of weakness.
No; Aunt Tipping was entirely impersonal in these charities of feeling,
and it was because there was so much sterling honesty and strength
hidden in her little wiry frame, that she could afford so much succour
to those who were neither honest nor strong.
"Well, it was nice of you to think of your poor old aunt," she repeated
again and again; and then she remarked on the good fortune which had
caused the vacation of the front room over the parlour, her grievance
against the lady of the handsome clock quite forgotten.
"It's a nice airy room," she said; and then she began planning how she
might best arrange it for his comfort.
"Dear little aunt," said Henry, taking the little wisp of a woman into
his arms, "you're the salt of the earth."
* * * * *
"Why ever didn't I think of it before!" exclaimed Aunt Tipping,
presently. "I've got the very gentleman to help you with your writing."
"Indeed," said Henry, somewhat sceptical.
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