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"
Yes
,
papa
;
we
have
something
to
read
you
,
something
quite
fresh
.
A
piece
of
paper
was
found
on
the
table
this
morning
--
(
dropt
,
we
suppose
,
by
a
fairy
)
--
containing
a
very
pretty
charade
,
and
we
have
just
copied
it
in
.
"
She
read
it
to
him
,
just
as
he
liked
to
have
any
thing
read
,
slowly
and
distinctly
,
and
two
or
three
times
over
,
with
explanations
of
every
part
as
she
proceeded
--
and
he
was
very
much
pleased
,
and
,
as
she
had
foreseen
,
especially
struck
with
the
complimentary
conclusion
.
"
Aye
,
that
's
very
just
,
indeed
,
that
's
very
properly
said
.
Very
true
.
'
Woman
,
lovely
woman
.
'
It
is
such
a
pretty
charade
,
my
dear
,
that
I
can
easily
guess
what
fairy
brought
it
.
--
Nobody
could
have
written
so
prettily
,
but
you
,
Emma
.
"
Emma
only
nodded
,
and
smiled
.
--
After
a
little
thinking
,
and
a
very
tender
sigh
,
he
added
,
"
Ah
!
it
is
no
difficulty
to
see
who
you
take
after
!
Your
dear
mother
was
so
clever
at
all
those
things
!
If
I
had
but
her
memory
!
But
I
can
remember
nothing
--
not
even
that
particular
riddle
which
you
have
heard
me
mention
;
I
can
only
recollect
the
first
stanza
;
and
there
are
several
.
Kitty
,
a
fair
but
frozen
maid
,
Kindled
a
flame
I
yet
deplore
,
The
hood-wink
'd
boy
I
called
to
aid
,
Though
of
his
near
approach
afraid
,
