The Abduction of Psyche

The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
¡¡¡¡'Nonsense, mouse!' said I. ¡¡¡¡'I wish,' resumed my wife, after a long silence, 'that I could have gone down into the country for a whole year, and lived with Agnes!' ¡¡¡¡Her hands were clasped upon my shoulder, and her chin rested on them, and her blue eyes looked quietly into mine. ¡¡¡¡'Why so?' I asked. ¡¡¡¡'I think she might have improved me, and I think I might have learned from her,' said Dora. ¡¡¡¡'All in good time, my love. Agnes has had her father to take care of for these many years, you should remember. Even when she was quite a child, she was the Agnes whom we know,' said I. ¡¡¡¡'Will you call me a name I want you to call me?' inquired Dora, without moving. ¡¡¡¡'What is it?' I asked with a smile. ¡¡¡¡'It's a stupid name,' she said, shaking her curls for a
oil paintingthan as the arm I twined about her may have brought her blue eyes nearer to me: ¡¡¡¡'I don't mean, you silly fellow, that you should use the name instead of Dora. I only mean that you should think of me that way. When you are going to be angry with me, say to yourself, "it's only my child-wife!" When I am very disappointing, say, "I knew, a long time ago, that she would make but a child-wife!" When you miss what I should like to be, and I think can never be, say, "still my foolish child-wife loves me!" For indeed I do.'