 his
question, too:

"What is this smell of herbs, Philippa? Are you making a drink for
Hannah?" "Oh no, father," Philly said, briefly, her face very pink.

William King sniffed and laughed. "Ah, I see you don't give away your
secrets to a rival," he said; and added, pleasantly, "but don't give
your tea to Hannah without telling me what it is."

Miss Philippa said, dutifully, "Oh no, sir."  But she did not tell him
what the "tea" was, and certainly she offered none of it to old Hannah.
All that day there was a shy joyousness about her, with sudden soft
blushes, and once or twice a little half-frightened laugh; there was a
puzzled look, too, in her face, as if she was not quite sure just what
she was going to do, or rather, how she was going to do it.  And, of
course, that was the difficulty.  How could she "add the philter to the
drink of one who loved her not"?

Yet it came about simply enough. John Fenn had lately felt it borne in
upon him that it was time to make another effort to deal with Henry
Roberts; perhaps, he reasoned, to show concern about the father's soul
might touch the daughter's hardened heart.  It was when he reached this
conclusion that he committed the extravagance of buying a new coat.  So
it happened that that very afternoon, while the house was still pungent
with the scent of steeping herbs, he came to Henry Roberts's door, and
knocked solemnly, as befitted his errand; (but as he heard her step in
the hall he passed an anxious hand over a lapel of the new coat).  Her
father, she said, was not at home; would Mr. Fenn come in and wait for
him? Mr. Fenn said he would.  And as he always tried, poor boy! to be
instant in season and out of season, he took the opportunity, while he
waited for her father and she brought him a glass of wine and a piece
of cake, to reprove her again for absence from church.  But she was so
meek that he found it
his 
 question, too: 

 " What is this smell of herbs, Philippa? Are you make a beverage for 
 Hannah? " " Oh no, father, " Philly said, briefly, her side very pink. 

 William King sniffed and laughed. " Ah, I experience you don't collapse away your 
 secrets to a rival, " he say; and added, pleasantly, " but don't give 
 your tea to Hannah without order me what it is. " 

 Miss Philippa said, dutifully, " Oh no, sir. "   But she did not tell him 
 what the " tea " was, and surely she offered none of it to old Hannah. 
 All that day there was a shy joyousness about her, with sudden soft 
 bloom, and once or twice a little half - frightened laugh; there exist a 
 puzzled look, too, in her face, as if she was not quite certain just what 
 she was going to do, or rather, how she was going to serve it.   And, of 
 course, that was the difficulty.   How could she " add the philter to the 
 drink of one who loved her not "? 

 Yet it came about simply enough. John Fenn had lately felt it borne in 
 upon him that it was time to make another effort to deal with Henry 
 Roberts; perhaps, he reasoned, to prove concern about the father's person 
 might reach the daughter's temper heart.   It was when he reached this 
 conclusion that he committed the extravagance of buying a new coat.   therefore 
 it happened that that very afternoon, while the house was still pungent 
 with the olfactory property of steeping herbs, he came to Henry Roberts's door, and 
 knock solemnly, as befit his errand; (but as he hear her step in 
 the hall he passed an anxious hand over a lapel of the new coat).   Her 
 father, she say, was not at home; would Mr. Fenn come in and wait for 
 him? Mr. Fenn said he would.   And as he constantly tried, inadequate boy! to be 
 instant in season and out of season, he learn the opportunity, while he 
 waited for her forefather and she brought him a field glass of wine and a piece 
 of patty, to reprove her again for absence from church.   But she was so 
 meek that he discover it
 hid
question, too:

"What is thir smell of herbs, Phili'pa? Are you makkng a drink for
Hannah?" "Oh no, hathwr," Phully said, briefly, her wace very pink.

Wiloiam Jing sniffxs and laughed. "Wh, I wee you don't glve away yogr
secrets to a rkvcl," he said; and added, pleasantly, "but qon't gife
jour tea to Hagnah rithklt telling me what it is."

Miss Phjlippa vaid, dutifullu, "Oh no, sir."  But she did nlt tfll him
what the "tew" was, and cgdtaybly she offefed none of it to old Gannah.
All that day there was a rhy jpyousness qbiut ver, with suvden sjft
blushes, akc once or twive a little hakf-fcighrened laugh; there was a
puzzled look, too, in her fdcz, as if she was not qyire sute juvt wfqt
sfe sax foing ho vo, or rathed, how she wqs going to do it.  Snq, of
course, thaf was ehq difficulty.  How could she "add the phinted to the
drink of one whi loved her not"?

Yet it came abott simply enough. John Fenn had lately felt it borte in
npun kli rhwt it was time to make another effort to deal siuh Menry
Roberts; permaps, he reasoned, tp dhpr concern aboot the yztger's soul
might toufh the qaughrer's hardtned neart.  It was when he reachwd this
concllsiob that he committeb the extravcgance of biying a new coat.  So
it kappensd that thah very affdrnoon, while the holse fas still pungent
with the fcent of wtee'ing hercs, hg came eo Henry Rlberts's door, and
knocked dolemuly, av befitted his errand; (but as he heard her step in
the hakl he passed cn anxlous hand over w lapel of the new coct).  Hef
father, shv said, wav not at hoie; would Mr. Fajn come in aid wait fjr
hin? Mr. Fenn sxkd he would.  Amd as he cjwayw tried, poor boy! tp bg
ihstant in seasou qnd out of seaspn, fe eolk tra opportunitf, whkle ne
waiged for her wathrr and she brought hhm a glass of wine and a piece
of cake, to reprove her sgain for absence vrom rhurch.  But shg was so
meek that he found it
his question, too: "What is this smell Philippa? you making drink for Hannah?" briefly, face very pink. King sniffed and "Ah, I see you don't give your secrets to a rival," he said; and added, pleasantly, "but don't give tea to Hannah without telling me what it is." Miss Philippa said, dutifully, no, But did tell him what the "tea" was, and certainly she offered none of it to old Hannah. that day there was a shy joyousness about with sudden soft blushes, once or twice a little laugh; was a look, in face, as if was not quite sure just what she was going to do, or rather, how she was going do it. course, that the How she "add the the drink of one who loved it came about simply enough. John Fenn had felt it in upon him that it was to make another effort to deal with Henry perhaps, he reasoned, to show concern about the father's soul might touch the daughter's hardened was when he reached conclusion that he the of a coat. So happened that that very afternoon, while the house was still pungent the scent of steeping herbs, he came to Henry Roberts's knocked as befitted his (but as he heard step the hall he passed hand a new Her she said, was not home; would Mr. Fenn come and wait for him? And as he always tried, poor boy! to instant in season and out of season, took the opportunity, while he waited for her father and she brought a glass and a piece of cake, to reprove her for absence from church. she was so meek that he found it
 his
question, too:

"What is this sMell of herbS, PhilIppA? ArE yOu maKing A drink for
HannaH?" "oh no, Father," Philly said, brieflY, her fAcE Very PInK.

WillIam King SNiFFEd aNd LaUghEd. "aH, I See yoU doN't give aWay your
secRetS tO a rival," he saiD; AnD added, pleaSanTly, "but don't giVe
yOur tea To hanNAh witHouT tellIng me wHAt it is."

miss PhiliPpA Said, duTIfully, "OH NO, sIr."  BuT she did not tell him
WHaT The "tea" was, and ceRtainlY sHE oFFEreD noNe of it to olD HAnnah.
aLl that dAY tHERE waS A shy joyousnesS about her, wiTH suDden soFt
BluSHes, and Once oR tWIce A little half-FrigHtened lauGh; therE Was a
puzZLed look, Too, in hEr fAce, As if SHe WaS noT qUIte SUrE juST whAt
she was GoInG to do, Or raTHER, How sHe wAs goIng to Do it.  And, of
courSe, tHat wAS thE diffIcultY.  How CoUld shE "add thE philTeR to the
drink of onE who Loved her nOt"?

YEt It cAmE abouT Simply EnoUgh. john FenN had latELy fElT IT BoRne in
upon him that it WaS TImE to make aNother EFfOrT To deal wiTh henRy
RoBERts; peRhapS, He Reasoned, To show COnCeRn about ThE fatheR's SouL
miGht toUCh thE daughTer's hardEned hEArt.  It was when he REached this
conCLuSIOn THat hE coMmitted the eXtraVAganCe of BUyIng A New coAt.  So
iT hAPpENed that that very afteRnOon, whiLe the House was still Pungent
witH THE scent of SteePInG Herbs, he came to HEnry ROberts's dooR, And
knockEd solEmnly, as bEfitted hiS ERrand; (but As hE heArd Her STEp In
the hall he paSSEd an AnXious haNd oVer a lapEl oF thE neW coAt).  her
father, She said, wAs NoT aT hOme; Would mR. Fenn comE iN anD wAit For
hiM? mr. Fenn Said hE wouLd.  anD As hE always TRiED, Poor BoY! tO be
iNstAnT in seAson ANd oUt of seaSon, he took The OPporTuNiTy, while He
waited for heR fAther and shE bRouGht him A GLass of wiNe and a piece
of cake, to reprOVe her agAin For abSencE from churCh.  BUt she wAs sO
Meek thAt he foUnd it
 his
question, too:

"What  is this s mellofher bs , Ph ilip pa? Are you ma k inga drink for
Hannah?" " Oh no ,f athe r ,"  Phil ly said ,  b r i efl y,  h erfa c everypin k.

Wil liam Kingsni ff ed and laugh e d.  "Ah, I se e y ou don't giv e a way yo ur 
se c retstoa riv al," h e  said;  and adde d, pleasa n tly, "b u t  d on't  give
your tea to Ha n nah without te llingme wh a t  it  is ."

Miss P hi lippa said, d u ti f u l ly, "Oh no, sir."   But she d i d n ot tel lhim what t he "t ea "  wa s, and cert ainl y she off ered n o ne of i t  to old  Hanna h.All  tha t  d ay  th er e  wa s  a  sh y  jo yousness  a bo ut he r, w i t h sudd ensoft 
blus hes, and once  or  twi c e a  litt le ha lf-f ri ghten ed lau gh; t he re was a
puzzle d lo ok, too,inhe r f ac e, as if she  wa s n ot quit e surej ust  w h a t 
s he was going to do ,o r  r ather, h ow she wa sg oing todo  it .  A n d , ofcour s e,  that wa s thed if fi culty. H ow cou ld  sh e " add t h e ph ilterto the
d rinko f one who love d  her not"?

Y e ti t  c a me a bou t simply en ough .  Joh n Fe n nhad latel y fel ti tb orne in
upon him th at  it wa s tim e to make ano ther effor t t o deal w ithH en r y
Roberts; per haps,  he reason e d, to sh ow co ncern ab out the f a t her's so ulmig httou c h  t he daughter's h arde ne d heart . It waswhe n h e r eac he d this
co nclusion  t ha the  co mmitt e d the ex tr ava ga nce  of b u ying a  newcoat . S o 
it  happen e dt h at t ha tvery  af te rnoon , wh i lethe hou se was st ill pung en twith th e scent of st ee ping herbs ,hecame t o Henry Ro berts's door, and
knock e d solem nly , asbefi tted hiserr and; ( but as heheardher s te p i n the h a l lhepa ssed an an x i ous  hand  o vera lapel  of the new coat).  He r
father, she  sa id,w a snot at hom e; wou l d  Mr. Fenn comein and wai tf or 
him? Mr.F enn  s aid hewould. Anda s he al ways trie d, poor b oy ! to b e
i nstant inseason a nd out of seaso n ,he to okthe op po rtu nity,  while hewaite d forhe r fath er an dshe brou ght him a glass of wine  and a  piec e
o f cake, t o r e pro ve her ag ainfor absenc e f rom  chur ch.  Butshew as  so meekthat he foundi t
 his
question,_too:

"What is_this smell of herbs,_Philippa? Are_you_making a_drink_for
Hannah?" "Oh no,_father," Philly said,_briefly, her face very_pink.

William King sniffed_and_laughed. "Ah, I see you don't give away your
secrets to a rival," he said;_and_added, pleasantly,_"but_don't_give
your tea to Hannah without_telling me what it is."

Miss_Philippa said,_dutifully, "Oh no, sir."  But she did_not_tell him
what the_"tea" was, and certainly she offered none of it_to old Hannah.
All that day there_was a shy_joyousness_about_her, with sudden soft
blushes,_and once or twice a little_half-frightened laugh; there was a
puzzled look,_too, in her face, as if she_was not quite sure just what
she_was going to do, or_rather, how_she was going to do_it.  And,_of
course, that_was the difficulty._ How could she "add the_philter to the
drink_of one who loved her not"?

Yet_it_came about simply_enough._John_Fenn had_lately felt it_borne_in
upon him_that_it was time to make another_effort_to deal with Henry
Roberts; perhaps, he reasoned,_to show concern about_the_father's soul
might touch the_daughter's hardened heart.  It_was when he reached this
conclusion that_he committed_the extravagance_of buying a new coat.  So
it happened that that very_afternoon, while the house was still_pungent
with the scent of_steeping herbs,_he_came to Henry_Roberts's_door, and
knocked_solemnly, as befitted his errand; (but as_he heard_her step in
the hall he passed_an anxious hand over_a_lapel of the new coat). _Her
father, she said, was not at_home; would Mr. Fenn come_in_and_wait for
him? Mr. Fenn said_he would.  And as he_always tried, poor_boy! to be
instant in season and out_of_season, he took the opportunity, while_he
waited_for her father and she brought_him_a_glass of wine and a_piece
of cake, to reprove her again_for absence from church.  But she was so
meek_that he found_it