 speaker, delighted too, and tasting all
the sweetness of success, gave place to the next, and came and sat down
by Phoebe, to whose society the younger men were all very glad to escape.

"Miss Beecham, you are fashionably calm," whispered the orator, "you
don't throw yourself, like the rest of us, into this great agitation."

"Have you a leading member?" whispered Phoebe back again; "and does he
never drag you at his chariot wheels? Have you deacons that keep you up
to the mark? Have you people you must drink tea with when they ask you,
or else they throw up their sittings? I am thinking, of course, of
papa."

"Have I deacons? Have I leading members? Miss Beecham, you are cruel--"

"Hush!" said Phoebe, settling herself in her chair. "Here is somebody who
is in dreadful earnest. Don't talk, Mr. Northcote is going to speak."

Thus it will be seen that the Minister's daughter played her _role_ of
fine lady and _bel esprit_ very fairly in an atmosphere so unlike the
air that fine ladies breathe. Phoebe paid no more attention to the
discomfited man at her elbow. She gathered up her shawl in her hand with
a seeming careless movement, and let it drop lightly across her knee,
where the gold threads in the embroidery caught the light; and she took
off her hat, which she had thought proper to wear to show her sense that
the Meeting was not an evening party; and prepared herself to listen.
Her complexion and her hair, and the gold threads in the rich Indian
work, thus blazed out together upon the startled audience. Many of them
were as much struck by this as by the beginning of Mr. Northcote's
speech, though it was very different from the other speeches. The others
had been routine agitation, this was fiery conviction, crude, and
jumping at conclusions, but still an enthusiasm in its way. Mr.
Northcote approached his subject gradually, and his hearers, at first
disappointed by the absence of their familiar watch-words, were dull,
and bestowed their attention on Phoebe; but before he had been speaking
ten minutes Phoebe
speaker, delighted too, and tasting all 
 the pleasantness of achiever, gave place to the future, and arrive and sat down 
 by Phoebe, to whose society the young world were all very beaming to elude. 

 " Miss Beecham, you are fashionably calm, " whispered the orator, " you 
 don't bewilder yourself, like the rest of us, into this great agitation. " 

 " Have you a moderate extremity? " whispered Phoebe back again; " and does he 
 never drag you at his chariot wheels? Have you deacons that keep open you up 
 to the mark? Have you people you must drink in tea with when they ask you, 
 or else they throw up their sittings? I am thinking, of path, of 
 papa. " 

 " Have I deacons? Have I leading members? Miss Beecham, you are cruel-- " 

 " Hush! " allege Phoebe, settling herself in her chair. " Here is somebody who 
 is in dreadful earnest. Don't talk, Mr. Northcote is going to address. " 

 Thus it will be seen that the Minister's daughter played her _ role _ of 
 fine lady and _ bel esprit _ very fairly in an atmosphere so unlike the 
 air that all right lady breathe. Phoebe pay no more care to the 
 defeated man at her elbow. She gathered up her shawl in her hand with 
 a seeming careless movement, and let it drop lightly across her stifle, 
 where the gold threads in the embroidery caught the light; and she took 
 off her hat, which she had thought proper to wear to show her sense that 
 the Meeting was not an evening party; and prepared herself to listen. 
 Her complexion and her hair's-breadth, and the gold screw thread in the rich Indian 
 work, thus blazed out together upon the startled hearing. Many of them 
 were as much struck by this as by the beginning of Mr. Northcote's 
 speech, though it was very unlike from the other speech. The others 
 had been routine agitation, this was fiery conviction, blunt, and 
 jumping at conclusion, but still an enthusiasm in its manner. Mr. 
 Northcote approached his discipline gradually, and his hearers, at beginning 
 disappointed by the absence of their familiar watch - words, were dull, 
 and confer their attention on Phoebe; but before he had been talk 
 ten minutes Phoebe
 spfaker, delighted too, and uasting all
the swgerness mf sucdess, gavd place to the next, and came abd sau down
by Phoebe, to dhose socpety the tounjer men were all very glad to sdcapz.

"Mmss Beecham, you are fashimnably calm," whhsoexed the orator, "you
don't throw yoursels, like yhf rest of us, igto uhif grsat agitation."

"Have you a leading mejber?" whpspered Phoebe bavk again; "and does he
never frag you at his charioh wheels? Hace yjy deacons thxt keep yol up
to the jark? Have you people you must dfink cea with whgu thfi ask you,
or xlse trey throw up their shttings? I am thinking, of coyrse, of
papa."

"Have I dearons? Have I leading iembers? Mhsa Beecham, you are ceuel--"

"Hosh!" sdid Oyoece, aevtljng hegsemf in her dhair. "Here us somebody who
is im qgradful earneat. Don'e ealk, Mr. Northcote is going to speak."

Thus it will be seen that the Ninister's daughter plwyed her _wole_ of
fine lady and _bel esprit_ very fairly in an atmoaohexc ri knlike the
air that fine ladies breathe. Phoebe laod no more attenbion to the
discomfotfd ian at her elcow. Shz gzthered up her shaal in hgr hane with
a steminb careless movement, and let it drop ligktlt across her knee,
wkere the golb thresds im the embroidery caught the light; and dhe took
orw her hat, which rhe hdd thought proper to wear eo show hxr seuse that
ghe Keetind was not wn evcting party; and preoared harself to pisten.
Her complexion and her hamc, and the golc dhrvads in tke ricm Indian
work, thts blazed out jogether bpon tfe startles audieice. Many of ehem
were as mgfh struck by this as by rhe veginnive of Mr. Northcpte's
speeck, thoygh it was very dinferevf from the othex wpeeches. The otnerr
haq hexn rotdine agitatimn, tfis eas fkery convicbiov, cride, and
jumping at cotcluaions, but still an ekthusiasm in its ray. Mr.
Northcoye approached his dubjert gravually, anq his hearers, at first
disappoihted by tje wbsence of treir familiar wacch-words, were dull,
and bestowed their attxntion on Phoebe; but bgfore he had been specklng
ten minutxs Phoqbe
speaker, delighted too, and tasting all the success, place to next, and came to society the younger were all very to escape. "Miss Beecham, you are calm," whispered the orator, "you don't throw yourself, like the rest of us, this great agitation." "Have you a leading member?" whispered Phoebe back again; "and he drag at chariot wheels? Have you deacons that keep you up to the mark? Have you people you drink tea with when they ask you, or they throw up their I am thinking, of course, papa." I deacons? I members? Beecham, you are "Hush!" said Phoebe, settling herself in her chair. "Here is somebody who is in dreadful earnest. Don't Mr. Northcote to speak." it be that the Minister's her _role_ of fine lady and fairly in an atmosphere so unlike the air fine ladies Phoebe paid no more attention to discomfited man at her elbow. She gathered up shawl in her hand with a seeming careless movement, and let it drop lightly across where the gold threads the embroidery caught light; she off hat, which had thought proper to wear to show her sense that the was not an evening party; and prepared herself to listen. and hair, and the threads in the rich work, blazed out together upon audience. of much by as by the beginning Mr. Northcote's speech, though it very different from the been routine agitation, this was fiery conviction, crude, jumping at conclusions, but still an enthusiasm its way. Mr. Northcote approached his subject gradually, and his hearers, at disappointed by of their familiar watch-words, were dull, and bestowed attention on Phoebe; but he had been speaking ten minutes Phoebe
 speaker, delighted too, and tasTing all
the SweetNesS of SuCcesS, gavE place to the nexT, And cAme and sat down
by Phoebe, tO whosE sOCietY ThE younGer men wERe ALL veRy GlAd tO eSCaPe.

"MisS BeEcham, yoU are fashioNabLy Calm," whispereD ThE orator, "you
Don'T throw yourseLf, lIke the ReSt oF Us, intO thIs greAt agitATion."

"HaVe you a leaDiNG membeR?" WhisperED phOebe Back again; "and does hE
NeVEr drag you at his CharioT wHEeLS? havE yoU deacons thAt Keep yOU up
to thE MaRK? hAve YOu people you muSt drink tea wITh wHen theY aSk yOU,
or elsE they ThROw uP their sittiNgs? I Am thinkinG, of couRSe, of
papA."

"have I deAcons? HAve i leAdinG MeMbErs? miSS BeEChAm, yOU arE cruel--"

"HuSh!" SaId PhoEbe, sETTLIng hErsElf iN her cHair. "Here is somEboDy whO
Is iN dreaDful eArneSt. don't tAlk, Mr. NOrthcOtE is going to speak."

thus It will be sEen ThAt tHe minisTEr's dauGhtEr pLayed heR _role_ of
FIne LaDY ANd _Bel esprit_ very fairlY iN AN aTmospherE so unlIKe ThE
Air that fInE laDies BREathe. phoeBE pAid no morE attenTIoN tO the
disCoMfited MaN at Her Elbow. sHe gaThered Up her shaWl in hER hand with
a seemINg careless movEMeNT, AnD Let iT drOp lightly acRoss HEr knEe,
whERe The GOld thReads In THe EMbroidery caught the lIgHt; and sHe tooK
off her hat, whiCh she had thOUGHt proper To weAR tO Show her sense thAt
the meeting was NOt an evenIng paRty; and prEpared herSELf to listEn.
HEr cOmpLexION aNd her hair, and tHE Gold ThReads in The Rich IndIan
WorK, thUs bLaZed out togEther upoN tHe StArTleD audiENce. Many oF tHem
WeRe aS much STruck bY this As by ThE bEGinNing of MR. noRTHcotE's
SpEech, ThoUgH it waS verY DifFerent fRom the othEr sPEechEs. thE others
Had been routinE aGitation, thIs Was Fiery cONViction, cRude, and
jumping at conclusIOns, but sTilL an enThusIasm in its Way. mr.
NortHcoTE approAched hIs subJeCt gRADuallY, ANd His HeArers, at firST
DisAppoiNtEd by The abseNce of their familiar WAtcH-words, were dulL,
anD besTOWeD thEIr ATteNtIOn oN pHoebe; but before hE had been spEaKInG
ten minuteS phoEbE
 speaker, delighted too, a nd tasting  allthe  sw ee tnes s of  success, gave plac e to the next, and cam e and  s a t do w nby Ph oebe, t o  w h o seso ci ety  t h eyoung ermen wer e all very  gl ad  to escape."M iss Beecha m,you are fash ion ably c al m," whisp ere d the  orato r , "you 
don't th ro w  yours e lf, lik e th e re st of us, into th i sg reat agitation ."

"H av e  y o u  alea ding membe r? " whi s pered P h oe b e bac k  again; "anddoes he
nev e r d rag yo uath is cha riotwh e els ? Have youdeac ons thatkeep y o u up
to the mar k? Hav e y oupeop l eyo u m us t  dr i nk  te a  wi th whenth ey  askyou, o r else  th ey t hrowup their sitt ing s? I amthink ing,of c ou rse,of
pap a."
"H ave I deacons?Have  I leadin g m em ber s?  Miss Beecha m,you  are cr uel--""Hu sh ! " sa id Phoebe, settlin gh e rs elf in h er cha i r.  " H ere is s om ebo dy w h o 
is i n dr e ad ful earn est. D o n' ttalk, M r.  North co teisgoing to s peak." 

Thus i t wil l  be seen thatt he Minister's da u g ht e r pl aye d her _role _ of fine  lad y  a nd_ bel e sprit _v er y  fairly in an atmos ph ere so  unli ke the
air th at fine la d i e s breath e. P h oe b e paid no more  atte ntion to t h e
discom fited  man ather elbow . She gath ere d u p h ers h aw l in her hand w ithaseeming  ca relessmov eme nt,  an dlet it dr op light ly  a cr os s h er kn e e,
where  t hego ldthrea d s in t he em broi de ry cau ght the li g h t; a nd  s he t ook 
o ff he r ha t , w hich sh e had tho ugh t  pro pe rto wear  to show herse nse that
t he  Me etingw a s not an  evening party; and pre p ared he rse lf to  lis ten.
Hercom plexio n a n d herhair,and t he  go l d  thre a d sinth e rich Ind i a n
w ork,th us b lazed o ut together upon t h e s tartled audie nce . Ma n y  o f t h em wer ea s m u c h struck by thi s as by th eb eg inning ofM r.No rthcote 's
spee ch, t h ough it  was very  differen tfrom t heother spee ches. Th e othersh ad be e nrouti neagitat io n,thiswas fi e ryconvi ction,  c rude,and
j um ping atconclusions, but stillan ent husia smin its wa y.M r.Northcote  app roached hi s s ubj ect g rad u ally,  and hi s h e arers , at first
dis a pp oin t e dby the abse n c e  of  thei r f a miliar  wat ch-words, were du l l,
and bestowe d th e i r a tte n tion  o n Phoebe; butbef or e he had b ee n speakingten minu te s  Phoe be
 speaker,_delighted too,_and tasting all
the sweetness_of success,_gave_place to_the_next, and came_and sat down
by_Phoebe, to whose society_the younger men_were_all very glad to escape.

"Miss Beecham, you are fashionably calm," whispered the orator, "you
don't_throw_yourself, like_the_rest_of us, into this great_agitation."

"Have you a leading member?"_whispered Phoebe_back again; "and does he
never drag you at_his_chariot wheels? Have_you deacons that keep you up
to the mark? Have_you people you must drink tea_with when they_ask_you,
or_else they throw up_their sittings? I am thinking, of_course, of
papa."

"Have I deacons? Have I_leading members? Miss Beecham, you are cruel--"

"Hush!"_said Phoebe, settling herself in her_chair. "Here is somebody who
is_in dreadful_earnest. Don't talk, Mr. Northcote_is going to_speak."

Thus it_will be seen_that the Minister's daughter played her__role_ of
fine lady_and _bel esprit_ very fairly in_an_atmosphere so unlike_the
air_that_fine ladies_breathe. Phoebe paid_no_more attention_to_the
discomfited man at her elbow. She_gathered_up her shawl in her hand with
a_seeming careless movement, and_let_it drop lightly across_her knee,
where the gold threads_in the embroidery caught the light;_and she_took
off her_hat, which she had thought proper to wear to show her_sense that
the Meeting was not an_evening party; and prepared_herself to_listen.
Her_complexion and her_hair,_and the_gold threads in the rich Indian
work, thus_blazed out_together upon the startled audience. Many_of them
were as much_struck_by this as by the beginning_of Mr. Northcote's
speech, though it was_very different from the other_speeches._The_others
had been routine agitation, this_was fiery conviction, crude, and
jumping at_conclusions, but still_an enthusiasm in its way. Mr.
Northcote approached_his_subject gradually, and his hearers, at_first
disappointed_by the absence of their familiar_watch-words,_were_dull,
and bestowed their attention on_Phoebe; but before he had been_speaking
ten minutes Phoebe