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It is almost wicked of the Fates to give such a featherhead any problems to solve ; she ought to have her what 's - his-name , Beckett , if she wants him , particularly if he wants her . As for the noble Laura , I long to make her acquaintance . I can almost hear the uncongenial stepmother , the feverish cook , and the infuriated directors , clamoring for a providence to remove her from their field of vision , and substitute some thoroughly practical and ignoble person in her stead . '' * * * * * Sunday I was very happy all the morning ; so happy that I forgot my tonics , massage , and sedative tablets ; but the doctor called at noon and spoke of the wonderful way in which my system responded to his remedies , so I said nothing . Cousin Sarah forwarded me a letter from Richard Morton , who is superintending some surveying near a small town in Pennsylvania . He knows that I am not well and away from home on a visit to the country , but , of course , he is not aware of my exact whereabouts . It was just one of his gay , friendly letters , with an undertone of something warmer in it .