James Shore's Daughter

James Shore's Daughter

James Shore's Daughter

James Shore's Daughter

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My mother had a memory book for each of us, in those days, and they traveled with us over the face of the earth. There was the Book of Enid and the Book of Imozen, the Book of Carlo, and mine. I hadn't seen it for years, but, as soon as I opened the package, I remembered. They were all rather shakily bound in genuine Florentine leather, and Mother did the tooling herself. The fieur-de-lis and the stars are a little uncertain, and the Grecian urns look singularly like coffee pots. But, at that, they have lasted better than the illuminated page headings. Miss Paget did those, in water colors. She also did ferns.

The First Smile -- The First Walk -- The First Christmas -- all are there. Enid's, as I remember it, had a little cardboard socket for the First Tooth, but then, she was the eldest. And toward the rear of Enid's there is a heading, "The First Masterpiece." Miss Paget didn't do that. It is scrolled in the dashing, familiar hand that used three exclamation points to a sentence and never was tired of underlining words.

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