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I
cannot
feel
that
I
have
done
my
duty
as
humble
historian
of
the
March
family
,
without
devoting
at
least
one
chapter
to
the
two
most
precious
and
important
members
of
it
.
Daisy
and
Demi
had
now
arrived
at
years
of
discretion
,
for
in
this
fast
age
babies
of
three
or
four
assert
their
rights
,
and
get
them
,
too
,
which
is
more
than
many
of
their
elders
do
.
If
there
ever
were
a
pair
of
twins
in
danger
of
being
utterly
spoiled
by
adoration
,
it
was
these
prattling
Brookes
.
Of
course
they
were
the
most
remarkable
children
ever
born
,
as
will
be
shown
when
I
mention
that
they
walked
at
eight
months
,
talked
fluently
at
twelve
months
,
and
at
two
years
they
took
their
places
at
table
,
and
behaved
with
a
propriety
which
charmed
all
beholders
.
At
three
,
Daisy
demanded
a
‘
needler
’
,
and
actually
made
a
bag
with
four
stitches
in
it
.
She
likewise
set
up
housekeeping
in
the
sideboard
,
and
managed
a
microscopic
cooking
stove
with
a
skill
that
brought
tears
of
pride
to
Hannah
’
s
eyes
,
while
Demi
learned
his
letters
with
his
grandfather
,
who
invented
a
new
mode
of
teaching
the
alphabet
by
forming
letters
with
his
arms
and
legs
,
thus
uniting
gymnastics
for
head
and
heels
.
The
boy
early
developed
a
mechanical
genius
which
delighted
his
father
and
distracted
his
mother
,
for
he
tried
to
imitate
every
machine
he
saw
,
and
kept
the
nursery
in
a
chaotic
condition
,
with
his
‘
sewinsheen
’
,
a
mysterious
structure
of
string
,
chairs
,
clothespins
,
and
spools
,
for
wheels
to
go
‘
wound
and
wound
’
.
Also
a
basket
hung
over
the
back
of
a
chair
,
in
which
he
vainly
tried
to
hoist
his
too
confiding
sister
,
who
,
with
feminine
devotion
,
allowed
her
little
head
to
be
bumped
till
rescued
,
when
the
young
inventor
indignantly
remarked
,
"
Why
,
Marmar
,
dat
’
s
my
lellywaiter
,
and
me
’
s
trying
to
pull
her
up
.
"
Though
utterly
unlike
in
character
,
the
twins
got
on
remarkably
well
together
,
and
seldom
quarreled
more
than
thrice
a
day
.
Of
course
,
Demi
tyrannized
over
Daisy
,
and
gallantly
defended
her
from
every
other
aggressor
,
while
Daisy
made
a
galley
slave
of
herself
,
and
adored
her
brother
as
the
one
perfect
being
in
the
world
.
A
rosy
,
chubby
,
sunshiny
little
soul
was
Daisy
,
who
found
her
way
to
everybody
’
s
heart
,
and
nestled
there
.
One
of
the
captivating
children
,
who
seem
made
to
be
kissed
and
cuddled
,
adorned
and
adored
like
little
goddesses
,
and
produced
for
general
approval
on
all
festive
occasions
.
Her
small
virtues
were
so
sweet
that
she
would
have
been
quite
angelic
if
a
few
small
naughtinesses
had
not
kept
her
delightfully
human
.
It
was
all
fair
weather
in
her
world
,
and
every
morning
she
scrambled
up
to
the
window
in
her
little
nightgown
to
look
out
,
and
say
,
no
matter
whether
it
rained
or
shone
,
"
Oh
,
pitty
day
,
oh
,
pitty
day
!
"
Everyone
was
a
friend
,
and
she
offered
kisses
to
a
stranger
so
confidingly
that
the
most
inveterate
bachelor
relented
,
and
baby
-
lovers
became
faithful
worshipers
.
"
Me
loves
evvybody
,
"
she
once
said
,
opening
her
arms
,
with
her
spoon
in
one
hand
,
and
her
mug
in
the
other
,
as
if
eager
to
embrace
and
nourish
the
whole
world
.
As
she
grew
,
her
mother
began
to
feel
that
the
Dovecote
would
be
blessed
by
the
presence
of
an
inmate
as
serene
and
loving
as
that
which
had
helped
to
make
the
old
house
home
,
and
to
pray
that
she
might
be
spared
a
loss
like
that
which
had
lately
taught
them
how
long
they
had
entertained
an
angel
unawares
.
Her
grandfather
often
called
her
‘
Beth
’
,
and
her
grandmother
watched
over
her
with
untiring
devotion
,
as
if
trying
to
atone
for
some
past
mistake
,
which
no
eye
but
her
own
could
see
.
Demi
,
like
a
true
Yankee
,
was
of
an
inquiring
turn
,
wanting
to
know
everything
,
and
often
getting
much
disturbed
because
he
could
not
get
satisfactory
answers
to
his
perpetual
"
What
for
?
"
He
also
possessed
a
philosophic
bent
,
to
the
great
delight
of
his
grandfather
,
who
used
to
hold
Socratic
conversations
with
him
,
in
which
the
precocious
pupil
occasionally
posed
his
teacher
,
to
the
undisguised
satisfaction
of
the
womenfolk
.
"
What
makes
my
legs
go
,
Dranpa
?
"
asked
the
young
philosopher
,
surveying
those
active
portions
of
his
frame
with
a
meditative
air
,
while
resting
after
a
go
-
to
-
bed
frolic
one
night
.
"
It
’
s
your
little
mind
,
Demi
,
"
replied
the
sage
,
stroking
the
yellow
head
respectfully
.
"
What
is
a
little
mine
?
"
