It do n't seem fair to me . '' `` Oh , well , it 's different with Sara , '' said Dan . `` We COULD earn money and she COULD N'T . You see ? But come on down to the orchard . The Story Girl had a letter from her father to-day and she 's going to read it to us . '' We went promptly . A letter from the Story Girl 's father was always an event ; and to hear her read it was almost as good as hearing her tell a story . Before coming to Carlisle , Uncle Blair Stanley had been a mere name to us . Now he was a personality . His letters to the Story Girl , the pictures and sketches he sent her , her adoring and frequent mention of him , all combined to make him very real to us . We FELT then , what we did not understand till later years , that our grown-up relatives did not altogether admire or approve of Uncle Blair . He belonged to a different world from theirs . They had never known him very intimately or understood him . I realize now that Uncle Blair was a bit of a Bohemian -- a respectable sort of tramp . Had he been a poor man he might have been a more successful artist . But he had a small fortune of his own and , lacking the spur of necessity , or of disquieting ambition , he remained little more than a clever amateur . Once in a while he painted a picture which showed what he could do ; but for the rest , he was satisfied to wander over the world , light-hearted and content . We knew that the Story Girl was thought to resemble him strongly in appearance and temperament , but she had far more fire and intensity and strength of will -- her inheritance from King and Ward . She would never be satisfied as a dabbler ; whatever her future career should be , into it she would throw all her powers of mind and heart and soul .
But Uncle XXXXX could do at least one thing surpassingly well .
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