affair in his usual bland, nonchalant sort of manner.
I've always been the member of our family to stand up for Burr. I've understood him as the others couldn't, because only in my veins runs the same mixture of blood. I'm his only sister, ten years older, and with none of his winning ways and magnetic charm; but for all my outward appearance of calm, dull, everydayness, there is just enough of the unharnessed element in me to hear of Burr's wanderings from the straight and narrow path with more sympathy than blame. I had my fears, just as Mother and Father had, and Uncle Ned, and Susan, and the rest of our morocco-bound, gilt-edged family. Burr knew exactly how disappointed I was to be cheated of the pleasure of reading his name in Latin, inked in big black letters on a roll of sheepskin, for all I made so light of the importance of a framed college diploma. I was very anxious for him to buckle down as soon as possible after commencement, and prove to the family that a mere college degree wasn't a necessity to a successful career.
I've never heard that any of our ancestors were sea captains or explorers, or possessed of that roving spirit which is so dominant in Burr
