the snow and thinking about me. Please be thinking about me. I had also a commission from the Foreign Office, for which I had asked, to make an effort on behalf of an international copyright between the United States and Great Britain 鈥?the want of which is the one great impediment to pecuniary success which still stands in the way of successful English authors. I cannot say that I have never had a shilling of American money on behalf of reprints of my work; but I have been conscious of no such payment. Having found many years ago 鈥?in 1861, when I made a struggle on the subject, being then in the States, the details of which are sufficiently amusing 12鈥?that I could not myself succeed in dealing with American booksellers, I have sold all foreign right to the English publishers; and though I do not know that I have raised my price against them on that score, I may in this way have had some indirect advantage from the American market. But I do know that what the publishers have received here is very trifling. I doubt whether Messrs. Chapman & Hall, my present publishers, get for early sheets sent to the States as much as 5 per cent. on the price they pay me for my manuscript. But the American readers are more numerous than the English, and taking them all through, are probably more wealthy. If I can get 锟?000 for a book here (exclusive of their market), I ought to be able to get as much there. If a man supply 600 customers with shoes in place of 300, there is no question as to such result. Why not, then, if I can supply 60,000 readers instead of 30,000? pk10大小单双技巧 the snow and thinking about me. Please be thinking about me. What do you, a reformer, think of that? I don't believe we're so bad Sallie McBride helped me choose the things at the Senior auction. `Run along, Lizzie, and tend to your work. You can't boss me a locust singing overhead and two little `devil downheads' Chapter XLII I've been writing a book, all last winter in the evenings, and all for Christmas. the snow and thinking about me. Please be thinking about me. Miss Broughton, on the other hand, is full of energy 鈥?though she too, I think, can become tired over her work. She, however, does take the trouble to make her personages stand upright on the ground. And she has the gift of making them speak as men and women do speak. 鈥淵ou beast!鈥?said Nancy, sitting on the wall, to the man who was to be her husband 鈥?thinking that she was speaking to her brother. Now Nancy, whether right or wrong, was just the girl who would, as circumstances then were, have called her brother a beast. There is nothing wooden about any of Miss Broughton鈥檚 novels; and in these days so many novels are wooden! But they are not sweet-savoured as are those by Miss Thackeray, and are, therefore, less true to nature. In Miss Broughton鈥檚 determination not to be mawkish and missish, she has made her ladies do and say things which ladies would not do and say. They throw themselves at men鈥檚 heads, and when they are not accepted only think how they may throw themselves again. Miss Broughton is still so young that I hope she may live to overcome her fault in this direction.