Again, you related a bit of repartee between Zoe and a caller, which I
had chanced to over-hear, and out of two short sentences you made a
small brochure, most amusing, but most untrue.
It was complimentary to both Zoe and her caller, yet it was not the
conversation which took place, and therefore was not truthful.
These are trifling incidents, yet they are the straws, telling that the
wind blows from the marsh-lands of inexactness--not from the mountain
tops of truth.
Once a woman loses a sense of the great value of absolute truthfulness,
she has blurred the clear mirror of her soul.
Put yourself upon a diet of _facts_, my sweet young friend, and cure
this propensity, harmless enough now, but dangerous for your future.
Watch your tongue that it does not say _five or six_ when it should say
_two_, or _yards_ when it should say _inches_.
Even in the smallest matters, practise the habit of being exact.
You will thank me for this advice sometime, even if it seems
unreasonable to you to-day, and remember, I would not take the liberty
or the trouble to so advise you, did I not love you and feel anxious for
your welfare.
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