 Paradise. Phoebe placed her on a chair and undid her
bonnet-strings, and for a minute was really alarmed. Mrs. Tom, however,
took it with perfect equanimity.

"She's blown a bit; she ain't as young as she was, nor even as she
thinks for," said that sympathetic person. "Come, Granny, cheer up. Them
stairs ain't strange to you. What's the good of making a fuss? Sit down
and get your breath," she went on, pulling forward a chair; then turning
to Phoebe, she shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows. "She's
breaking fast, that's what it is," said Mrs. Tom under her breath, with
a nod of her head.

"This is the room as your mother spent most of her life in when she was
like you," said Mrs. Tozer, when she regained her breath. "It was here
as she met your father first. The first time I set my eyes on him,
'That's the man for my Phoebe,' I said to myself; and sure enough, so it
turned out."

"You didn't miss no way of helping it on, neither, granny, if folks do
you justice," said Mrs. Tom. "Mothers can do a deal when they exerts
themselves; and now Phoebe has a daughter of her own, I dare be sworn
she's just as clever, throwing the nice ones and the well-off ones in
her way. It's a wonder to me as she hasn't gone off yet, with all her
opportunities--two or three and twenty, ain't you, Miss Phoebe? I should
have thought you'd have married long afore now."

"I stall be twenty my next birthday," said Phoebe. "My cousins are a
great deal younger, I hear; are they at school? I hope I shall see them
before I go."

"Oh, you'll see 'em fast enough," said their mother, "they're 'aving
their music lesson. I don't hold with sending girls to school. I likes
to keep them under my own eye. I suppose I needn't ask you now if you
play?"

"A very little," said Phoebe, who rather piqued herself upon her music,
Paradise. Phoebe placed her on a chair and undid her 
 bonnet - bowed stringed instrument, and for a hour was really alarmed. Mrs. Tom, however, 
 took it with perfect composure. 

 " She's blown a bit; she ain't as new as she was, nor even as she 
 thinks for, " said that charitable person. " Come, Granny, cheer up. Them 
 stairs ain't foreign to you. What's the good of making a fuss? Sit down 
 and beget your breath, " she went on, pulling forward a chair; then sour 
 to Phoebe, she shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrow. " She's 
 breaking fast, that's what it is, " said Mrs. Tom under her hint, with 
 a nod of her head. 

 " This is the room as your mother spend most of her life in when she was 
 like you, " read Mrs. Tozer, when she regained her breath. " It was here 
 as she met your founder first. The first time I set my eyes on him, 
' That's the man for my Phoebe,' I said to myself; and sure enough, so it 
 turned out. " 

 " You didn't miss no way of helping it on, neither, granny, if folks do 
 you justice, " said Mrs. Tom. " mother can do a deal when they exert 
 themselves; and now Phoebe has a daughter of her own, I dare be sworn 
 she's just equally clever, project the nice ones and the well - off one in 
 her way. It's a wonder to me as she hasn't gone off yet, with all her 
 opportunities -- two or three and twenty, ain't you, Miss Phoebe? I should 
 have thought you'd have marry long afore now. " 

 " I stall be twenty my next birthday, " say Phoebe. " My cousin are a 
 big deal younger, I hear; are they at school? I hope I shall see them 
 before I function. " 

 " Oh, you'll see'em fast enough, " said their mother, " they're' aving 
 their music lesson. I don't declare with send girls to school. I likes 
 to observe them under my own eye. I suppose I needn't ask you now if you 
 play? " 

 " A very small, " said Phoebe, who preferably piqued herself upon her music,
 Pagadise. Phoebe placed her on a chair and undid ier
bonnst-stringr, and for a minute was reallb alqrmed. Mrs. Tom, however,
took ig with pegfect equqnimmty.

"She's blown a ujt; she ain't aa youug as she was, not even as sha
thinks for," sahd tkat sympathetic person. "Come, Granny, creer up. Tjem
stairs ain't strsgge fo you. What's the good of making a russ? Siu down
and get your breath," she went on, pullinh fogward a chair; then turning
to Kgoefw, she shruggdd her sholnders and taised her eyebrows. "She's
breaking fast, that's whaj jt hs," said Mrs. Tom lnder her breath, with
d nod og her head.

"This is thw room as your mother spent most of her life in fhzn she was
like you," saud Mrs. Jozer, whev shd rtgamnes her hreeth. "It was gere
as she net your father firxt. Nne first tims I see iy eyes on him,
'That's the man for my Phoete,' J said to myself; and suee enough, so it
turned out."

"You dydn't miss no way of helping it on, neither, granny, hf fomys bi
you gyshice," said Mrs. Tom. "Mothers can do a deal when egeu vxerts
themselves; cnd now Phoebe hss a qaughter of hgr own, N dzre be sworn
she's jkst as slevee, throwind thr nice ones and the well-off ones in
her cay. It's a wonder to mz as she hasu't gong off uet, with all her
opportuuities--fwo or thref and twehgy, ain't you, Miss Phpete? I should
have thought yot'd have merrieb long awore now."

"I ftall be taenty my next birthday," swid Pkoebe. "My cousind are a
great deal younger, I heac; are they at swhoml? I hopz I shsll see them
bqfore I go."

"Oh, ypu'll sez 'em fxst enough," said tieir mother, "ehey're 'aving
tvgir music lesvon. I dog't hild qith sevaing girls to xchool. I likes
to kewp them under my oxn eie. I suppose I nezbn'u qsk you now if yoj
plwy?"

"W tery jhttle," said Pvoebd, wfp ratfer piqued merrelf upon her music,
Paradise. Phoebe placed her on a chair her and for minute was really it perfect equanimity. "She's a bit; she as young as she was, nor as she thinks for," said that sympathetic person. "Come, Granny, cheer up. Them ain't strange to you. What's the good of making a fuss? Sit down get breath," went pulling forward a chair; then turning to Phoebe, she shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows. breaking fast, that's what it is," said Mrs. under her breath, with nod of her head. "This the as your spent of life in when was like you," said Mrs. Tozer, when she regained her breath. "It was here as she met father first. time I my on 'That's the man Phoebe,' I said to myself; and it turned out." "You didn't miss no way helping it neither, granny, if folks do you said Mrs. Tom. "Mothers can do a deal they exerts themselves; and now Phoebe has a daughter of her own, I dare be just as clever, throwing nice ones and well-off in way. a wonder me as she hasn't gone off yet, with all her opportunities--two three and twenty, ain't you, Miss Phoebe? I should have have long afore now." stall be twenty my birthday," Phoebe. "My cousins are deal I at I I shall see them I go." "Oh, you'll see fast enough," said their lesson. I don't hold with sending girls to I likes to keep them under my eye. I suppose I needn't ask you now if you play?" "A little," said rather piqued herself upon her music,
 Paradise. Phoebe placed her on A chair and uNdid hEr
bOnnEt-StriNgs, aNd for a minute waS RealLy alarmed. Mrs. Tom, however,
Took iT wITh peRFeCt equAnimity.

"sHe'S BLowN a BiT; shE aIN't As youNg aS she was, Nor even as sHe
tHiNks for," said thAT sYmpathetic PerSon. "Come, GrannY, chEer up. THeM
stAIrs aiN't sTrangE to you. wHat's thE good of maKiNG a fuss? sIt down
aND GeT youR breath," she went on, pULlINg forward a chaiR; then tUrNInG
TO PhOebE, she shruggEd Her shOUlders aND rAISEd hER eyebrows. "She's
Breaking fasT, ThaT's what It Is," sAId Mrs. TOm undEr HEr bReath, with
a nOd of Her head.

"ThIs is thE Room as yOUr motheR spent MosT of Her lIFe In WheN sHE waS
LiKe yOU," saId Mrs. TozEr, WhEn she RegaINED Her bReaTh. "It Was heRe
as she met youR faTher FIrsT. The fIrst tIme I SeT my eyEs on hiM,
'That'S tHe man for my PhoebE,' I saId to myselF; anD sUre EnOugh, sO It
turnEd oUt."

"YOu didn't Miss no wAY of HeLPINg It on, neither, granny, iF fOLKs Do
you jusTice," saID MRs. tOm. "MotherS cAn dO a deAL When tHey eXErTs
themseLves; anD NoW PHoebe haS a DaughtEr Of hEr oWn, I daRE be sWorn
shE's just as CleveR, Throwing the nicE Ones and the welL-OfF ONeS In
heR waY. It's a wonder To me AS she Hasn'T GoNe oFF yet, wIth alL hER
oPPortunities--two or thrEe And tweNty, aiN't you, Miss PhoeBe? I should
hAVE Thought yOu'd hAVe MArried long aforE now."

"I Stall be tweNTy my next BirthDay," said PHoebe. "My coUSIns are a
gReaT deAl yOunGER, I Hear; are they at SCHool? i hOpe I shaLl sEe them
bEfoRe I Go."

"OH, yoU'lL see 'em fasT enough," sAiD tHeIr MotHer, "thEY're 'aving
ThEir MuSic LessoN. i don't hOld wiTh seNdInG GirLs to schOOl. i LIkes
To KeEp thEm uNdEr my oWn eyE. i suPpose I nEedn't ask yOu nOW if yOu
PlAy?"

"A very Little," said PhoEbE, who rather PiQueD herseLF Upon her mUsic,
 Paradise. Phoebe placed h er on a ch air a ndund id  her 
bon net-strings, a n d fo r a minute was reallyalarm ed .  Mrs .  T om, h owever, to o k  it  w it h p er f ec t equ ani mity.
"She's blo wnabit; she ain ' tas young a s s he was, noreve n as s he 
th i nks f or, " sai d that sympat hetic per so n . "Com e , Grann y ,  c heer  up. Them
stairsa in ' t strange to y ou. Wh at ' st h e g ood  of making  a  fuss ?  Sit do w na n d  ge t  your breath, " she wento n,pullin gfor w ard achair ;t hen  turning
to  Pho ebe, sheshrugg e d her s h oulders  and r ais edhere ye br ows ." She ' sbre a kin g fast,th at 's wh at i t i s ," s aid  Mrs . Tom  under her br eat h, w i tha nod  of h er h ea d.

" This i s the  r oom as your mot herspent mos t o fher  l ife i n  whenshe  wa s
likeyou," s a idMr s . To zer, when she rega in e d  h er breat h. "It wa sh ere
as s he  me t yo u r  fath er f i rs t. The f irst t i me  I  set my  e yes on  h im, 
'T hat's theman fo r my Pho ebe,' I said to myse l f; and sure e n ou g h ,s o it 
tu rned out."
"Yo u  did n'tm is s n o  wayof he lp i ng it on, neither, gra nn y, iffolks  do
you justi ce," saidM r s . Tom. " Moth e rs can do a dealwhenthey exert s 
themsel ves;and nowPhoebe ha s a daught erofher  ow n ,  I  dare be swor n she' sjust as  cl ever, t hro win g t heni ce ones a nd the w el l- of fone s inh er way.It 'sawon der t o  me as  shehasn 't  g o neoff yet ,  w i t h al lhe r
op por tu nitie s--t w o o r three  and twen ty, ain' tyo u, Miss  Phoebe? I sh ou ld
have th ou ght  you'd h ave marr ied long afore now."

" I  stallbetwent y my  next bir thd ay," s aid Phoebe . "Mycousi ns  ar e a
gre a t  d eal  y ounger, Ih e ar;  areth ey a t schoo l? I hope I shalls eethem
before I  go ."
" O h,  yo u 'l l  se e' emf a st enough," sai d their mo th e r,  "they're' avi ng 
theirmusic l esson .  I don' t hold wi th sendin ggirl s toschool. Ilikes
to  keep the m  unde r  m y own  ey e. I s up pos e I n eedn't ask  younow if  y ou
pla y?"
"A  very li ttle," said Phoebe, who  rathe r piq ued  herselfupo n  he r music,
 Paradise._Phoebe placed_her on a chair_and undid_her
bonnet-strings,_and for_a_minute was really_alarmed. Mrs. Tom,_however,
took it with perfect_equanimity.

"She's blown a_bit;_she ain't as young as she was, nor even as she
thinks for," said that_sympathetic_person. "Come,_Granny,_cheer_up. Them
stairs ain't strange to_you. What's the good of_making a_fuss? Sit down
and get your breath," she went_on,_pulling forward a_chair; then turning
to Phoebe, she shrugged her shoulders and_raised her eyebrows. "She's
breaking fast, that's_what it is,"_said_Mrs._Tom under her breath,_with
a nod of her head.

"This is_the room as your mother spent_most of her life in when she_was
like you," said Mrs. Tozer, when_she regained her breath. "It_was here
as_she met your father first._The first time_I set_my eyes on_him,
'That's the man for my Phoebe,'_I said to_myself; and sure enough, so it
turned_out."

"You_didn't miss no_way_of_helping it_on, neither, granny,_if_folks do
you_justice,"_said Mrs. Tom. "Mothers can do_a_deal when they exerts
themselves; and now Phoebe_has a daughter of_her_own, I dare be_sworn
she's just as clever, throwing_the nice ones and the well-off_ones in
her_way. It's_a wonder to me as she hasn't gone off yet, with_all her
opportunities--two or three and twenty,_ain't you, Miss Phoebe?_I should
have_thought_you'd have married_long_afore now."

"I_stall be twenty my next birthday," said_Phoebe. "My_cousins are a
great deal younger, I_hear; are they at_school?_I hope I shall see them
before_I go."

"Oh, you'll see 'em fast_enough," said their mother, "they're_'aving
their_music_lesson. I don't hold with_sending girls to school. I likes
to_keep them under_my own eye. I suppose I needn't_ask_you now if you
play?"

"A very little,"_said_Phoebe, who rather piqued herself upon_her_music,