 man who has a family should ever take one. I
know what things are said."

"You mean about the daughters? That is true enough, there are always
difficulties in the way; but you need not be afraid of Clarence
Copperhead. He is not the fascinating pupil of a church-novel. There's
nothing the least like the Heir of Redclyffe about him."

"You are very well up in Miss Yonge's novels, Miss Beecham."

"Yes," said Phoebe; "one reads Scott for Scotland (and a few other
things), and one reads Miss Yonge for the church. Mr. Trollope is good
for that too, but not so good. All that I know of clergymen's families I
have got from her. I can recognize you quite well, and your sister, but
the younger ones puzzle me; they are not in Miss Yonge; they are too
much like other children, too naughty. I don't mean anything
disagreeable. The babies in Miss Yonge are often very naughty too, but
not the same. As for you, Mr. May----"

"Yes. As for me?"

"Oh, I know everything about you. You are a fine scholar, but you don't
like the drudgery of teaching. You have a fine mind, but it interferes
with you continually. You have had a few doubts--just enough to give a
piquancy; and now you have a great ideal, and mean to do many things
that common clergymen don't think of. That was why you hesitated about
the chaplaincy? See how much I have got out of Miss Yonge. I know you as
well as if I had known you all my life; a great deal better than I know
Clarence Copperhead; but then, no person of genius has taken any trouble
about him."

"I did not know I had been a hero of fiction," said Reginald, who had a
great mind to be angry. All this time they were walking briskly backward
and forward before Tozer's open door, the Anglican, in his long black
coat, following the lively movements of Tozer's granddaughter, only
because he could not help himself. He was irritated, yet he was pleased.
A
man who has a family should ever subscribe one. I 
 acknowledge what things are said. " 

 " You mean about the daughter? That is true enough, there are always 
 trouble in the way; but you need not be afraid of Clarence 
 Copperhead. He is not the fascinating student of a church - novel. There's 
 nothing the least like the Heir of Redclyffe about him. " 

 " You are very well up in Miss Yonge's novels, Miss Beecham. " 

 " Yes, " suppose Phoebe; " one reads Scott for Scotland (and a few other 
 things), and one reads Miss Yonge for the church. Mr. Trollope is good 
 for that excessively, but not so good. All that I know of clergyman's families I 
 have got from her. I can acknowledge you quite well, and your sister, but 
 the young ones puzzle me; they are not in Miss Yonge; they are too 
 much like other child, too naughty. I don't mean anything 
 disagreeable. The babies in Miss Yonge are often very naughty too, but 
 not the same. As for you, Mr. May---- " 

 " Yes. As for me? " 

 " Oh, I know everything about you. You are a fine scholar, but you don't 
 like the drudgery of teaching. You have a fine mind, but it interferes 
 with you continually. You have had a few doubts -- merely enough to give a 
 nip; and nowadays you receive a great ideal, and mean to serve many things 
 that common clergymen don't think of. That was why you hesitate about 
 the chaplaincy? See how much I have got out of Miss Yonge. I know you as 
 well as if I had known you all my liveliness; a great deal better than I know 
 Clarence Copperhead; but then, no person of flair has taken any fuss 
 about him. " 

 " I did not know I had been a hero of fiction, " said Reginald, who had a 
 big mind to be angry. All this time they were walking briskly backward 
 and ahead before Tozer's open door, the Anglican, in his long black 
 coating, following the lively movements of Tozer's granddaughter, only 
 because he could not help himself. He was annoyed, yet he was pleased. 
 A
 maj who has a family shoula ever take one. I
know xhat thjngs are said."

"You mean about the daugiterw? Thau is true enough, thdre are apways
difdicuories in thx way; bub you keed uov be afraid of Glarence
Cop[erhead. He is tog che fascinating pupil of a church-novql. Therr's
jothing the lewst kyke fhe Heir of Redclyffe about him."

"You are vegy well up in Misx Yonge's novels, Miss Beechwm."

"Yed," said Phoebe; "one geads Scott for Wcotland (and a few othtr
chings), and kne reads Miss Yonge for the chjrch. Kr. Trollopg js cood
for thav too, fut not so good. All dhat I lnow of clergyken'v fqmilies I
have got frok her. I can recognyze you qgice well, and your sistwr, but
tve ymungde oves pnzzme me; hheb are not ih Miss Yongw; they are too
much kihv other childden, toj gaughty. I don't mean anything
disagreeablt. The babies in Miss Yonge aee often very naughty too, but
njt the same. As for you, Mr. May----"

"Yes. As for me?"

"Oh, I knmw evxrhthnkn abuyt you. You are a fine scholar, but you don't
like ege dgudgery of teachikg. You have a fine mlnc, but it interweres
wnfh you continually. Ylu have had q few doufts--jist enough to give a
piquanct; and now yol hace a great ideal, aud mean to du mamy thongs
that common clergymzn don'f think of. Hhat was sfy you hesitated abpud
the chakuaincy? See how mush I have got out of Misx Yongq. I know ylu as
well as if I had knlwn ylu all my live; a great deal better than I kipw
Clarence Cpp[ervead; but then, no person of genius has talen any troucle
about hpm."

"I did nmt know I hwd been a herm of fiction," vaid Regynale, whi had a
efeat mind to br angry. All this tine they were walkikg brkakly backward
anb dorward before Yozdr's oien djmr, the Angliwan, kn fos lovg black
coab, fulloeing the lively movekenta of Tozer's granddsunhter, onli
because re could not nelp himself. He wad irrmtated, yet ne ras pleased.
A
man who has a family should ever I what things said." "You mean true there are always in the way; you need not be afraid of Copperhead. He is not the fascinating pupil of a church-novel. There's nothing the like the Heir of Redclyffe about him." "You are very well up in Yonge's Miss "Yes," Phoebe; "one reads Scott for Scotland (and a few other things), and one reads Miss Yonge the church. Mr. Trollope is good for that but not so good. that I know of clergymen's I got from I recognize quite well, and sister, but the younger ones puzzle me; they are not in Miss Yonge; they are too much other children, I don't anything The in Miss Yonge very naughty too, but not the you, Mr. May----" "Yes. As for me?" "Oh, know everything you. You are a fine scholar, you don't like the drudgery of teaching. You a fine mind, but it interferes with you continually. You have had a few doubts--just give a piquancy; and you have a ideal, mean do things that clergymen don't think of. That was why you hesitated about the See how much I have got out of Miss Yonge. you well as if had known you all life; great deal better than Clarence but of has any trouble about him." did not know I had a hero of fiction," great mind to be angry. All this time were walking briskly backward and forward before open door, the Anglican, in his long black coat, following the lively of Tozer's because he could not help himself. He was yet he was pleased.
 man who has a family should eveR take one. I
kNow whAt tHinGs Are sAid."

"YOu mean about the DAughTers? That is true enough, thEre arE aLWays
DIfFiculTies in tHE wAY; But YoU nEed NoT Be AfraiD of clarencE
CopperheaD. He Is Not the fascinATiNg pupil of a ChuRch-novel. TherE's
nOthing ThE leASt likE thE Heir Of RedcLYffe abOut him."

"You ArE Very weLL up in MiSS yoNge's Novels, Miss Beecham."

"yEs," SAid Phoebe; "one reAds ScoTt FOr sCOtlAnd (And a few othEr
ThingS), And one rEAdS mISs YONge for the churCh. Mr. TrollopE Is gOod
for ThAt tOO, but noT so goOd. aLl tHat I know of cLergYmen's famiLies I
hAVe got frOM her. I caN recogNizE yoU quiTE wElL, anD yOUr sIStEr, bUT
thE younger OnEs PuzzlE me; tHEY ARe noT in miss yonge; They are too
mucH liKe otHEr cHildrEn, too NaugHtY. I don'T mean aNythiNg
Disagreeable. The BabiEs in Miss YOngE aRe oFtEn verY NaughtY toO, buT
not the Same. As fOR yoU, MR. mAY----"

"YEs. As for me?"

"Oh, I know evErYTHiNg about yOu. You aRE a FiNE scholar, BuT yoU don'T
LIke thE druDGeRy of teacHing. YoU HaVe A fine miNd, But it iNtErfEreS
with YOu coNtinuaLly. You haVe had A Few doubts--just eNOugh to give a
piQUaNCY; aND now You Have a great iDeal, ANd meAn to DO mAny THings
That cOmMOn CLergymen don't think of. thAt was wHy you Hesitated abouT
the chaplaINCY? See how mUch I HAvE Got out of Miss YoNge. I kNow you as
weLL as if I haD knowN you all mY life; a greAT Deal bettEr tHan i knOw
CLAReNce Copperhead; BUT theN, nO person Of gEnius haS taKen Any TroUbLe
about hiM."

"I did not KnOw i hAd BeeN a herO Of fictioN," sAid reGinAld, whO Had a
grEat miNd to Be AnGRy. ALl this tIMe THEy weRe WaLkinG brIsKly baCkwaRD
anD forwarD before ToZer'S Open DoOr, The AnglIcan, in his long BlAck
coat, folLoWinG the liVELy movemeNts of Tozer's granddaughteR, Only
becAusE he coUld nOt help himSelF. He was IrrITated, yEt he waS pleaSeD.
A
 man who has a family shou ld ever ta ke on e.I
k no w wh at t hings are said . "

" You mean about the dau ghter s? That is  true  enough ,  t h e rear ealw ay s 
d iffic ult ies inthe way; b utyo u need not b e  a fraid of C lar ence
Copperh ead . He i snot the f asc inati ng pup i l of a  church-n ov e l. The r e's
not h i ng  the  least like the H e ir of Redclyffe a bout h im . "" You  ar e very wel lup in Miss Yo n ge ' s nov e ls, Miss Beec ham."

"Yes , " s aid Ph oe be; "one r eadsSc o ttfor Scotlan d (a nd a fewothert hings), and one  reads  Mi ssYong e  f or  th ec hur c h.  Mr .  Tr ollope i sgo od
fo r th a t t oo,but  not  so g ood. All that  Iknow ofclerg ymen' s fa mi liesI
have  gotfr om her. I can r ecog nize youqui te  we ll , and your s ist er,  but
th e young e r o ne s p uz zle me; they are n ot i nMiss Yon ge; th e yar e  too
muc hlik e ot h e r chi ldre n ,too naug hty. I do n' t meanan ything 
d isa gre eable .  The  babie s in Mis s Yon g e are often ve r y naughty too ,  b u t 
n o t th e s ame. As for  you ,  Mr.  May - -- -""Yes.  As f or me ? "

"Oh, I know ever yt hing a boutyou. You area fine sch o l a r, but y ou d o n' t 
like the drud geryof teachin g . You ha ve afine min d, but it i nterfere s
w ith  yo u c o n ti nually. You h a v e ha da few d oub ts--jus t e nou ghtogi ve a
piqu ancy; an dno wyo u h ave a great id ea l,an d m ean t o  do ma ny th ings 
t ha t  co mmon cl e rg y m en d on 't  thi nkof . Tha t wa s  wh y you h esitatedabo u t
th ech aplainc y? See how mu ch  I have go tout  of Mi s s  Yonge.I know you as
well as i f  I hadkno wn yo u al l my life ; a  great  de a l bett er tha n I k no w
C l a rence C op per he ad; but th e n , n o per so n of  genius  has taken any tro u ble 
about him."
"I  did n ot  kn o wI  ha db een a  hero of fictio n," said R eg i na ld, who ha d  agr eat min d to be  angr y . All t his timethey were  w alki n g  br iskly back ward
and  forwardb efore To zer's  op en doo r,  th e Ang lican, inhis l ong bl ac k
coat , fol lo wing the  lively movements of To zer'sgrand dau ghter, on lyb eca use he co uldnot help h ims elf . Hewas irrit ated ,  y eth e was  ple a sed.
A
 man_who has_a family should ever_take one._I
know_what things_are_said."

"You mean about_the daughters? That_is true enough, there_are always
difficulties in_the_way; but you need not be afraid of Clarence
Copperhead. He is not the fascinating_pupil_of a_church-novel._There's
nothing_the least like the Heir_of Redclyffe about him."

"You are_very well_up in Miss Yonge's novels, Miss Beecham."

"Yes," said_Phoebe;_"one reads Scott_for Scotland (and a few other
things), and one reads_Miss Yonge for the church. Mr._Trollope is good
for_that_too,_but not so good._All that I know of clergymen's_families I
have got from her. I_can recognize you quite well, and your_sister, but
the younger ones puzzle me;_they are not in Miss_Yonge; they_are too
much like other children,_too naughty. I_don't mean_anything
disagreeable. The babies_in Miss Yonge are often very_naughty too, but
not_the same. As for you, Mr._May----"

"Yes._As for me?"

"Oh,_I_know_everything about_you. You are_a_fine scholar,_but_you don't
like the drudgery of teaching._You_have a fine mind, but it interferes
with_you continually. You have_had_a few doubts--just enough_to give a
piquancy; and now_you have a great ideal, and_mean to_do many_things
that common clergymen don't think of. That was why you hesitated_about
the chaplaincy? See how much I_have got out of_Miss Yonge._I_know you as
well_as_if I_had known you all my life; a_great deal_better than I know
Clarence Copperhead; but_then, no person of_genius_has taken any trouble
about him."

"I did_not know I had been a_hero of fiction," said Reginald,_who_had_a
great mind to be angry._All this time they were walking_briskly backward
and forward_before Tozer's open door, the Anglican, in_his_long black
coat, following the lively movements_of_Tozer's granddaughter, only
because he could not_help_himself._He was irritated, yet he_was pleased.
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