
and composure, however it might turn out.

"He asked me if he might call," said Mrs. Beecham, in some excitement.
"I don't care much to have you seen, my darling, out of your own
father's house."

"Just as you please, mamma--just as it suits best," said Phoebe,
dismissing the subject. She was not anxious. A good deal depended on
whether he meant anything or nothing, but even that did not conclude the
subject, for she had not made up her own mind.

"Why didn't you tell them about the Mays?" said Clarence, as the two
ladies went out. "They live in Carlingford, and I should think it would
be pleasant on both sides."

"My dear boy, you forget the difference of position," said Mrs.
Copperhead. "They are Dissenters."

"Oh, I like that," cried Clarence, half angry, as himself sharing the
disadvantages of the connection. "A needy beggar like May has a great
deal to stand upon. I like that."

"But it is true all the same," said Mrs. Copperhead, shaking her head.
"And you can see the difference at once. I dare say Miss Beecham is a
very clever young woman, but between her and Miss May what a difference
there is! Any one can see it--"

"I am afraid then I am stupid, for I can't see it, mother. They are both
pretty girls, but for amusing you and that sort of thing give me Phoebe.
She is worth twenty of the other. As sharp as a needle, and plenty to
say for herself. This is the kind of girl I like."

"I am very sorry for it. I hope that is not the kind of wife you will
like," said Mrs. Copperhead, with a sigh.

"Oh, wife! they haven't a penny, either the one or the other," said
Clarence, with delightful openness, "and we may be sure that would not
suit the governor even if it suited me."

In the mean time Mrs. Beecham and Phoebe were walking up the broad
pavement of Portland Place towards their home.

"It is pleasant to see
and composure, however it might turn out. 

 " He asked me if he might call, " said Mrs. Beecham, in some agitation. 
 " I don't worry much to have you seen, my darling, out of your own 
 father's sign of the zodiac. " 

 " Just as you please, mamma -- merely as it suits best, " say Phoebe, 
 dismissing the subject. She was not anxious. A adept deal depended on 
 whether he think of anything or nothing, but even that did not reason the 
 subject, for she had not made up her own judgment. 

 " Why didn't you tell them about the Mays? " said Clarence, as the two 
 lady went out. " They live in Carlingford, and I should think it would 
 be pleasant on both side. " 

 " My dear boy, you forget the difference of position, " state Mrs. 
 Copperhead. " They are Dissenters. " 

 " Oh, I like that, " cried Clarence, half angry, as himself sharing the 
 disadvantages of the association. " A needy beggar like May has a great 
 deal to stand upon. I like that. " 

 " But it is true all the same, " said Mrs. Copperhead, shaking her head. 
 " And you can see the difference at once. I dare say Miss Beecham is a 
 very clever young charwoman, but between her and Miss May what a difference 
 there is! Any one can visit it-- " 

 " I am afraid then I am dazed, for I can't see it, mother. They are both 
 pretty girls, but for amusing you and that kind of thing pass me Phoebe. 
 She is worth twenty of the other. equally sharp as a needle, and plenty to 
 say for herself. This is the kind of girl I like. " 

 " I am very sorry for it. I hope that is not the kind of wife you will 
 like, " said Mrs. Copperhead, with a sigh. 

 " Oh, wife! they haven't a penny, either the one or the other, " said 
 Clarence, with delightful receptiveness, " and we may be sure that would not 
 become the governor even if it befit me. " 

 In the mean time Mrs. Beecham and Phoebe were walking up the broad 
 paving of Portland Place towards their home. 

 " It is pleasant to see

and composure, however it minht turn out.

"He asked me if he might cxll," said Mrs. Beecham, in some ezcitenent.
"I don't care much tu have yol seen, my daroung, out of your owk
yathed'd hobsx."

"Just as you plgase, mamma--juvt as it suits bdsc," said Phoebe,
dismissing the subject. Fhe was nlt anxious. A gjod cqal svptnded on
whether he meant anything or notiing, but even tnat did not conclude the
suhjech, for she had not lade up her own nind.

"Why didn'g you tell them about jhe Mays?" said Clarence, as the twu
ladizs went out. "Tyey nive in Caroingfjrd, and I should thitk it wpuld
be pleasanb on uoth sides."

"My dear boy, you forget the differgnce of povicion," said Mrs.
Copperheqd. "They are Disrwntdrs."

"Kh, I like hhav," cried Cladence, half qngry, as himself shsrybg the
disadvahtages os the connection. "A needy beggar like Maj haa a great
deal to stand ypon. I like that."

"But ij is true wll the same," said Mrs. Copperhead, shaking her head.
"Dnd ykj cck rwe the difference at once. I dare say Miss Beechwj os a
very clever noung woman, but beywfem her and Miss May wkzt a difference
there is! Any one xan see iu--"

"I am afraid then I am stupid, foe I can't see ut, mother. They are both
pretty girks, buy for amusing you and tkat sodt of thing give me Lfoebe.
She is wortf teetty of the other. As sharp ws a needoe, aud plenth to
xay fow herself. Hhis lv the kind of girl I line."

"H am very dorry for it. I hope that is not the kind of wofa ymu will
lnke," sald Mrs. Copperhewd, with a sigh.

"Ph, wife! they haven't a ienny, eitier the one jr the other," vwid
Clarence, xith delidhtfyl openness, "xnd we may be xure that would not
wuit the governor cven kr it suited me."

Iu uhw mean time Mrx. Bdecral end Prmebe were wankine uo the croad
pavemekt uf Pprtland Place towardv thsir home.

"It is pleaxakt to see
and composure, however it might turn out. me he might said Mrs. Beecham, care to have you my darling, out your own father's house." "Just as please, mamma--just as it suits best," said Phoebe, dismissing the subject. She was anxious. A good deal depended on whether he meant anything or nothing, but that not the for she had not made up her own mind. "Why didn't you tell them about the said Clarence, as the two ladies went out. live in Carlingford, and should think it would be on sides." "My boy, forget difference of position," Mrs. Copperhead. "They are Dissenters." "Oh, I like that," cried Clarence, half angry, as himself sharing the of the needy beggar May a deal to stand like that." "But it is true said Mrs. Copperhead, shaking her head. "And you see the at once. I dare say Miss is a very clever young woman, but between and Miss May what a difference there is! Any one can see it--" "I am I am stupid, for can't see it, They both girls, for amusing and that sort of thing give me Phoebe. She is worth of the other. As sharp as a needle, and plenty for This is the of girl I like." am sorry for it. I is the you like," Mrs. Copperhead, with a "Oh, wife! they haven't a either the one or delightful openness, "and we may be sure that not suit the governor even if it me." In the mean time Mrs. Beecham and Phoebe were walking up broad pavement Place towards their home. "It is pleasant to

and composure, however it mighT turn out.

"He Asked Me iF he MiGht cAll," sAid Mrs. Beecham, iN Some Excitement.
"I don't care mucH to haVe YOu seEN, mY darlIng, out oF YoUR Own
FaThEr's HoUSe."

"just aS yoU please, Mamma--just aS it SuIts best," said PHOeBe,
dismissiNg tHe subject. She Was Not anxIoUs. A GOod deAl dEpendEd on
whETher he Meant anytHiNG or notHIng, but eVEN tHat dId not conclude the
sUBjECt, for she had not Made up HeR OwN MInd.

"why Didn't you teLl Them aBOut the MAYs?" SAID ClARence, as the two
Ladies went oUT. "ThEy live In carLIngforD, and I ShOUld Think it woulD
be pLeasant on Both siDEs."

"My deaR Boy, you fOrget tHe dIffErenCE oF pOsiTiON," saID MRs.
COPpeRhead. "TheY aRe disseNterS."

"oH, i Like ThaT," criEd ClaRence, half angrY, as HimsELf sHarinG the
dIsadVaNtageS of the ConneCtIon. "A needy beggar Like may has a grEat
DeAl tO sTand uPOn. I likE thAt."

"BUt it is tRue all tHE saMe," SAID MRs. Copperhead, shakinG hER HeAd.
"And you Can see THe DiFFerence aT oNce. i darE SAy MisS BeeCHaM is a
very Clever YOuNg Woman, buT bEtween HeR anD MiSs May WHat a DifferEnce
therE is! AnY One can see it--"

"I am AFraid then I am sTUpID, FoR i can'T seE it, mother. ThEy arE Both
PretTY gIrlS, But foR amusInG YoU And that sort of thing gIvE me PhoEbe.
ShE is worth twentY of the otheR. aS Sharp as a NeedLE, aND plenty to
say foR hersElf. This is tHE kind of gIrl I lIke."

"I am veRy sorry foR IT. I hope thAt iS noT thE kiND Of Wife you will
liKE," Said mrS. CopperHeaD, with a sIgh.

"oh, wIfe! TheY hAven't a penNy, either ThE oNe Or The Other," SAid
ClareNcE, wiTh DelIghtfUL opennEss, "anD we mAy Be SUre That wouLD nOT
Suit ThE gOverNor EvEn if iT suiTEd mE."

In the mEan time MrS. BeECham AnD PHoebe weRe walking up thE bRoad
pavemeNt Of POrtlanD pLace towaRds their home.

"It is pleasanT To see

and composure, however it  might tur n out .
"He  a sked  meif he might ca l l,"said Mrs. Beecham, insomeex c item e nt .
"Idon't c a re m uch  t ohav ey ou  seen , m y darli ng, out of  yo ur  own
father' s  h ouse."

"J ust  as you plea se,  mamma -- jus t  as i t s uitsbest," said P hoebe,
di sm i ssingt he subj e c t.  She  was not anxious. Ag ood deal depen ded on 
w h et h e r h e m eant anyth in g orn othing, bu t e ven that did notconclude th e 
su bject,  f ors he had  notma d e u p her own m ind. 

"Why di dn't y o u tellt hem abo ut the  Ma ys? " sa i dCl are nc e , a s  t het woladies w en tout."The y l i ve i n C arli ngfor d, and I shou ldthin k  it  woul d
beplea sa nt on  bothsides ." 

"My dear boy,  you  forget t hedi ffe re nce o f  posit ion ,"said Mr s.
Copp e rhe ad . " Th ey are Dissenters. "" Oh , I like  that, "  c ri e d Claren ce , h alfa n gry,as h i ms elf shar ing th e 
d is advanta ge s of t he  co nne ction .  "Aneedybeggar l ike M a y has a greatd eal to standu po n .  I like  th at."

"Butit i s  tru e al l  t hes ame,"  said  M r s. Copperhead, shaking  h er hea d.
"A nd you can se e the diff e r e nce at o nce. Id are say Miss B eecha m is a
ver y  cleveryoung  woman,but betwe e n  her and  Mi ssMay  wh a t  a  difference
t h e re i s!  Any on e c an seeit- -"
"I  am  a fraid the n I am s tu pi d,  f orI can ' t see it ,mot he r.Theya re bot h
pre ttygi rl s , b ut fora mu s i ng y ou  a nd t hat  s ort o f th i nggive me  Phoebe.She is w or th  twenty  of the other .As sharp a sa n eedle, a nd plent y to
say for herself. T h is is t hekindof g irl I lik e." 

"I a m v e ry sor ry for  it.Ihop e thati s  n otth e kind ofw i feyou w il l
li ke," sa id Mrs. Copperhead ,  wi th a sigh.

" Oh,  wif e !  t hey ha v en' ta  pe n n y, either the o ne or theot h er ," said
Cl a ren ce , withdelight ful o p enness,  "and wemay be su re  tha t wou ld not
sui t the go vernor ev e n ifi tsuite d m e."

I nthe  mean  timeM rs.  Beec ham an dPhoebe  were  w alking u p the broad
pavement of  Portl and P lac e towards  th e irhome.

"I t is  pleasanttosee 

and composure,_however it_might turn out.

"He asked_me if_he_might call,"_said_Mrs. Beecham, in_some excitement.
"I don't_care much to have_you seen, my_darling,_out of your own
father's house."

"Just as you please, mamma--just as it suits best," said_Phoebe,
dismissing_the subject._She_was_not anxious. A good deal_depended on
whether he meant anything_or nothing,_but even that did not conclude the
subject, for_she_had not made_up her own mind.

"Why didn't you tell them about_the Mays?" said Clarence, as the_two
ladies went out._"They_live_in Carlingford, and I_should think it would
be pleasant on_both sides."

"My dear boy, you forget_the difference of position," said Mrs.
Copperhead. "They_are Dissenters."

"Oh, I like that," cried_Clarence, half angry, as himself_sharing the
disadvantages_of the connection. "A needy_beggar like May_has a_great
deal to stand_upon. I like that."

"But it is_true all the_same," said Mrs. Copperhead, shaking her_head.
"And_you can see_the_difference_at once._I dare say_Miss_Beecham is_a
very_clever young woman, but between her_and_Miss May what a difference
there is! Any_one can see it--"

"I_am_afraid then I am_stupid, for I can't see_it, mother. They are both
pretty girls,_but for_amusing you_and that sort of thing give me Phoebe.
She is worth twenty_of the other. As sharp as_a needle, and plenty_to
say for_herself._This is the_kind_of girl_I like."

"I am very sorry for it._I hope_that is not the kind of_wife you will
like," said_Mrs._Copperhead, with a sigh.

"Oh, wife! they_haven't a penny, either the one_or the other," said
Clarence, with_delightful_openness,_"and we may be sure_that would not
suit the governor even_if it suited_me."

In the mean time Mrs. Beecham and_Phoebe_were walking up the broad
pavement of_Portland_Place towards their home.

"It is pleasant_to_see