, and you made no fuss
about her then."

"She came to tea," said Ursula. "And I got a cake, which was all any one
could do; but a dinner is a very different thing." Indeed she had by
this time come to share her father's opinion, that dinner was the right
and dignified thing in all cases, and that they had been hitherto living
in a very higgledy-piggledy way. The dinner had gone to her head.

"Then it is for Northcote, as I say," said Reginald. "Do you know who he
is?"

"A Dissenter," said Ursula, with a certain languor; "but so, you know,
is Mr. Copperhead, and he is the chief person here now-a-days. Papa
thinks there is nobody like him. And so is Phoebe."

"Oh, have you come so far as that?" said Reginald, with a little tinge
of colour in his face. He laughed, but the name moved him. "It is a
pretty fresh sort of country name, not quite like such an accomplished
person."

"Oh, that is just like you men, with your injustice! Because she is
clever you take it amiss; you are all jealous of her. Look at her pretty
colour and her beautiful hair; if that is not fresh I should like to
know what is. She might be Hebe instead of Phoebe," said Ursula, who had
picked up scraps of classical knowledge in spite of herself.

"You are a little goose," said Reginald, pinching her ear, but he liked
his sister for her generous partizanship. "Mind you don't come to dinner
with cheeks like that," he said. "I like my sister to be herself, not a
cook-maid, and I don't believe in _entrees_;" but he went away smiling,
and with a certain warmth in his breast. He had gone up and down Grange
Lane many times at the hour of sunset, hoping to meet Phoebe again, but
that sensible young woman had no mind to be talked of, and never
appeared except when she was certain the road was clear. This had
tantalized Reginald more than he
, and you made no fuss 
 about her then. " 

 " She came to tea, " said Ursula. " And I get a patty, which was all any one 
 could do; but a dinner is a very different matter. " Indeed she had by 
 this time do to share her father's public opinion, that dinner was the right 
 and dignified thing in all casing, and that they had been hitherto living 
 in a very higgledy - piggledy way. The dinner had go to her head. 

 " Then it is for Northcote, as I say, " said Reginald. " Do you acknowledge who he 
 is? " 

 " A Dissenter, " said Ursula, with a certain languor; " but so, you know, 
 is Mr. Copperhead, and he is the chief person here now - a - day. Papa 
 thinks there is nobody like him. And so is Phoebe. " 

 " Oh, have you fall so far as that? " said Reginald, with a little tinge 
 of coloring material in his face. He laughed, but the name moved him. " It is a 
 pretty fresh kind of country name, not quite like such an accomplished 
 person. " 

 " Oh, that is just like you men, with your injustice! Because she is 
 clever you take it amiss; you are all covetous of her. search at her pretty 
 colour and her beautiful hair; if that is not fresh I should like to 
 know what is. She might be Hebe instead of Phoebe, " said Ursula, who had 
 picked up scraps of authoritative cognition in spite of herself. 

 " You are a little goose, " suppose Reginald, pinching her ear, but he liked 
 his baby for her generous partizanship. " Mind you don't derive to dinner 
 with cheeks like that, " he said. " I wish my sister to be herself, not a 
 cook - maid, and I don't believe in _ entrees _; " but he went away smiling, 
 and with a certain warmth in his breast. He had gone up and down Grange 
 Lane many times at the hour of sunset, hoping to meet Phoebe again, but 
 that sensible unseasoned woman induce no mind to be talked of, and never 
 appeared except when she was certain the road was clear. This had 
 tease Reginald more than he
, anf you made no fuss
about mer then."

"She came to tea," said Hrsula. "Avd I got a cake, which was alp qny obe
could do; but a dinnef is a vegy differwnt uhing." Indeed she izd by
thlf tijc comz vo share her fajher's opiniot, that dinner far che right
and dignified thing in all sases, amd that they had beem hitgvruo living
in a very higgledy-pigglesy way. Uhe dinner had gonr to her head.

"Then it is fog Nogthcote, as I say," swid Reginale. "Do tou know who he
is?"

"A Dissenter," said Orsula, with a certain languor; "bug so, vou know,
is Nr. Cookerhead, and ie is nhe chief person here now-a-daus. Papa
thinks bhere is nobody like him. And vo is Phoebe."

"Oh, havg you come sk far as that?" saie Eegindld, fith q lkttme tjnge
of comour in hia face. He lqughed, but the name mjnrd him. "It is a
pretey fresh sort of country name, not quite lpke auch an accomplished
perwon."

"Oh, that is just line you meg, with your injustice! Because she is
clever you tane it xmiws; hiu are all jealous of her. Look at her pretty
coljhr akd her beautiful hair; if thst ix not fresh I rhould liie to
know what is. Dhe migrt be Hebe insuead pf Phoebe," said Ursula, who hqd
picked up fxraps of classical knowledge nn spije of nerself.

"You are a little gooae," said Reglnald, pindfing her ear, but he lhked
his sister for her genqrous parvizanxhip. "Mivd ypu don'e come to finnev
fith cheeks like tjat," hg said. "I like my sister to be herself, not a
cook-maid, and I don'j balivve in _encrees_;" nut he went awar smiling,
and wnth a cextain darmth in gis breest. He had gjne up and dofj Grange
Lane many tiies qt tye hour uf sunset, hopimg to meen Khoebe agaun, but
that sensiblc youvf woman had no nine to be talked pf, xnd nvvec
appewsed except wven rhe eas cdrtain uke voaa wax clear. This had
tantdlizsd Reginald more tnak he
, and you made no fuss about "She to tea," Ursula. "And I all one could do; a dinner is very different thing." Indeed she had this time come to share her father's opinion, that dinner was the right dignified thing in all cases, and that they had been hitherto living in very way. dinner gone to her head. "Then it is for Northcote, as I say," said Reginald. "Do you who he is?" "A Dissenter," said Ursula, with certain languor; "but so, know, is Mr. Copperhead, and is chief person now-a-days. thinks is nobody like And so is Phoebe." "Oh, have you come so far as that?" said Reginald, with a little of colour face. He but name him. "It is fresh sort of country name, not an accomplished person." "Oh, that is just like men, with injustice! Because she is clever you it amiss; you are all jealous of her. at her pretty colour and her beautiful hair; if that is not fresh I should know what is. She be Hebe instead Phoebe," Ursula, had up scraps classical knowledge in spite of herself. "You are a little goose," Reginald, pinching her ear, but he liked his sister for partizanship. you don't come dinner with cheeks like he "I like my sister herself, a don't in but he went away and with a certain warmth his breast. He had Lane many times at the hour of sunset, to meet Phoebe again, but that sensible woman had no mind to be talked of, and never appeared except she was road was clear. This had tantalized Reginald more he
, and you made no fuss
about her tHen."

"She came To tea," SaiD UrSuLa. "AnD I goT a cake, which was ALl anY one
could do; but a dinner iS a verY dIFferENt Thing." indeed sHE hAD By
tHiS tIme CoME tO sharE heR father'S opinion, thAt dInNer was the rigHT
aNd dignifieD thIng in all caseS, anD that tHeY haD Been hIthErto lIving
iN A very hIggledy-piGgLEdy way. tHe dinneR HAd Gone To her head.

"Then it is FOr nOrthcote, as I say," Said ReGiNAlD. "dO yoU knOw who he
is?"

"A diSsentER," said UrSUlA, WITh a CErtain languor; "But so, you knoW,
Is MR. CoppeRhEad, ANd he is The chIeF PerSon here now-a-Days. papa
thinkS there IS nobody LIke him. ANd so is phoEbe."

"oh, haVE yOu ComE sO Far AS tHat?" SAid reginald, WiTh A littLe tiNGE
OF colOur In hiS face. he laughed, but tHe nAme mOVed Him. "It Is a
prEtty FrEsh soRt of coUntry NaMe, not quite like sUch aN accompliSheD
pErsOn."

"oh, thaT Is just LikE yoU men, witH your inJUstIcE! bECaUse she is
clever you tAkE IT aMiss; you aRe all jEAlOuS Of her. LooK aT heR preTTY
coloUr anD HeR beautifUl hair; IF tHaT is not fReSh I shoUlD liKe tO
know WHat iS. She miGht be HebE instEAd of Phoebe," said uRsula, who had
piCKeD UP sCRaps Of cLassical knoWledGE in sPite OF hErsELf.

"You Are a lItTLe GOose," said Reginald, pinChIng her Ear, buT he liked
his siSter for her GENErous parTizaNShIP. "Mind you don't coMe to dInner
with cHEeks like That," hE said. "I liKe my sisteR TO be herseLf, nOt a
CooK-maID, AnD I don't believe IN _EntrEeS_;" but he wEnt Away smiLinG,
anD wiTh a CeRtain warmTh in his bReAsT. HE hAd gOne up ANd down GrAnGe
LAnE maNy timES at the Hour oF sunSeT, hOPinG to meet pHoEBE agaIn, BuT
thaT seNsIble yOung WOmaN had no mInd to be taLkeD Of, anD nEvEr
appeaRed except when ShE was certaiN tHe rOad was CLEar. This hAd
tantalized Reginald morE Than he
, and you made no fuss
abo ut her the n."
"Sh e c am e to  tea ," said Ursula .  "An d I got a cake, whichwas a ll anyo ne 
coul d do; b u ta din ne risav er y dif fer ent thi ng." Indee d s he  had by
this ti me come to  sh are her fath er' s opin io n,t hat d inn er wa s ther ight
a nd dignif ie d  thing in allc a se s, a nd that they hadb ee n  hitherto livi ng
inav er y hig gle dy-piggled yway.T he dinn e rh a d  go n e to her head .

"Then it isfor No rt hco t e, asI say ," sai d Reginald.  "Do  you know  who h e 
is?"
" A Disse nter,"  sa idUrsu l a,  w ith  a cer t ai n l a ngu or; "but  s o,  youknow , i s  Mr.  Co pper head,  and he is th e c hief per son h ere n ow-a -d ays.Papa
t hinks  t here is nobodylike  him. And  so  i s P ho ebe." 
"Oh,hav e y ou come  so far asth a t ? "said Reginald, wit ha li ttle tin ge
ofc ol ou r  in hisfa ce.  Hel a ughed , bu t  t he namemovedh im ."It isapretty  f res h s ort o f  cou ntry n ame, not  quit e  like such ana ccomplished
p e rs o n ." 
"Oh , t hat is just  lik e  you  men ,  w ith yourinjus ti c e! Because she is
clev er  you t ake i t amiss; youare all je a l o us of he r. L o ok at her prettycolou r and herb eautiful  hair ; if tha t is notf r esh I sh oul d l ike  to k no w what is. Sh e migh tbe Hebe  in stead o f P hoe be, " s ai d Ursula,  who had 
p ic ke dupscrap s  of clas si cal  k now ledge in spi te of  her se lf . 

" You are al i ttle  g oo se,"  sa id  Regi nald ,  pi nchingher ear,but he l ik ed 
his si ster for herge nerous par ti zan ship." M ind youdon't come to dinner
wi t h cheek s l ike t hat, " he said . " I like  my sister  to be  hers el f,n o t a
c o o k- mai d,  and I don ' t  be lieve  i n _e ntrees_ ;" but he went awa y  sm iling,
and wi tha ce r t ai n w a rm t h i nh isb r east. He had go ne up anddo w nGrange
Lan e  ma ny  timesat thehouro f sunse t, hoping  to meetPh oebe a gai n, but
tha t sensib le youngw omanh ad  no m ind  to be  t alk ed of , andn eve r
app earedex cept w hen s he  was cer tain the road was clear . This  hadtan talized R egi n ald  more tha n he 
, and_you made_no fuss
about her then."

"She_came to_tea,"_said Ursula._"And_I got a_cake, which was_all any one
could do;_but a dinner_is_a very different thing." Indeed she had by
this time come to share her father's_opinion,_that dinner_was_the_right
and dignified thing in all_cases, and that they had_been hitherto_living
in a very higgledy-piggledy way. The dinner had_gone_to her head.

"Then_it is for Northcote, as I say," said Reginald._"Do you know who he
is?"

"A Dissenter,"_said Ursula, with_a_certain_languor; "but so, you_know,
is Mr. Copperhead, and he is_the chief person here now-a-days. Papa
thinks_there is nobody like him. And so_is Phoebe."

"Oh, have you come so_far as that?" said Reginald,_with a_little tinge
of colour in his_face. He laughed,_but the_name moved him._"It is a
pretty fresh sort of_country name, not_quite like such an accomplished
person."

"Oh, that_is_just like you_men,_with_your injustice!_Because she is
clever_you_take it_amiss;_you are all jealous of her._Look_at her pretty
colour and her beautiful hair;_if that is not_fresh_I should like to
know_what is. She might be_Hebe instead of Phoebe," said Ursula,_who had
picked_up scraps_of classical knowledge in spite of herself.

"You are a little goose,"_said Reginald, pinching her ear, but_he liked
his sister for_her generous_partizanship._"Mind you don't_come_to dinner
with_cheeks like that," he said. "I like_my sister_to be herself, not a
cook-maid, and_I don't believe in__entrees_;"_but he went away smiling,
and with_a certain warmth in his breast._He had gone up and_down_Grange
Lane_many times at the hour_of sunset, hoping to meet Phoebe_again, but
that sensible_young woman had no mind to be_talked_of, and never
appeared except when she_was_certain the road was clear. This_had
tantalized_Reginald_more than he