 a kind of lyric,
elevating the family life by the application of the principles of
abstract beauty to its homeliest details. Pardon, Miss Beecham, but Mrs.
Tozer is right, and you are wrong. The idea of carrying off a few lines
of a poem in one's pocket for one's collection--"

"Now that's what I call speaking up," said Mrs. Tozer, the first time
she had opened her lips, "that's just what I like. Mr. Northcote has a
deal more sense than the like of you. He knows what's what. Old things
like this as might have been my granny's, they're good enough for every
day, they're very nice for common use; but they ain't no more fit to be
put away in cupboards and hoarded up like fine china, no more than I am.
Mr. Northcote should see our best--that's worth the looking at; and if
I'd known as the gentleman was coming--but you can't put an old head on
young shoulders. Phoebe's as good as gold, and the trouble she takes with
an old woman like me is wonderful; but she can't be expected to think of
everything, can she now, at her age?"

The two young men laughed--it was the first point of approach between
them, and Phoebe restrained a smile, giving them a look from one to
another. She gave Reginald his cup of tea very graciously.

"Mr. Northcote prefers the Wedgwood, and Mr. May doesn't mind,
grandmamma," she said sweetly. "So it is as well to have the best china
in the cupboard. Grandpapa, another muffin--it is quite hot; and I know
that is what you like best."

"Well, I'll say that for Phoebe," said Tozer, with his mouth full, "that
whether she understands china or not I can't tell, but she knows what a
man likes, which is more to the purpose for a young woman. That's what
she does; and looks after folk's comforts as I never yet saw her match.
She's a girl in a thousand, is Phoebe, junior. There be them as is more
for dress," he added
a kind of lyric, 
 elevating the family life by the application of the principle of 
 abstract smasher to its homeliest details. Pardon, Miss Beecham, but Mrs. 
 Tozer is proper, and you are improper. The idea of carrying off a few note 
 of a poem in one's pouch for one's collection-- " 

 " Now that's what I name speaking up, " said Mrs. Tozer, the beginning time 
 she had opened her sass, " that's just what I like. Mr. Northcote has a 
 deal more sense than the like of you. He knows what's what. erstwhile things 
 like this as might have been my granny's, they're good enough for every 
 sidereal day, they're very nice for common function; but they ain't no more fit to be 
 put aside in cupboards and hoarded up like fine china, no more than I am. 
 Mr. Northcote should see our best -- that's deserving the looking at; and if 
 I'd known as the gentleman was coming -- but you can't put an old pass on 
 young shoulders. Phoebe's as good as gold, and the trouble she takes with 
 an old woman like me is wonderful; but she can't be expect to think of 
 everything, can she now, at her old age? " 

 The two young men laughed -- it was the first distributor point of approach between 
 them, and Phoebe restrained a smile, giving them a look from one to 
 another. She move over Reginald his cup of tea very graciously. 

 " Mr. Northcote prefers the Wedgwood, and Mr. May doesn't mind, 
 grandmamma, " she said sweetly. " So it is as well to have the best china 
 in the cupboard. Grandpapa, another muffin -- it is quite hot; and I know 
 that is what you like well. " 

 " Well, I'll order that for Phoebe, " said Tozer, with his mouth full, " that 
 whether she understands china or not I can't tell, but she know what a 
 man likes, which is more to the purpose for a unseasoned woman. That's what 
 she does; and looks after folk's ease as I never yet see her match. 
 She's a female child in a thousand, is Phoebe, junior. There be them as is more 
 for dress, " he add
 a nind of lyric,
elevating tme family life bi rhe ap'licatikn of thd principles of
abstract beauvy ti its homeliest details. Paraon, Miss Heecham, vut Nes.
Tozer is right, akb you wre cring. The idea on carrying mff a few linev
ow c poem in one's pocket for one's collestion--"

"Noe hhat's what I cwll x[eakjng up," said Mrs. Tozer, the first tije
she hed opened her lops, "that's just what I like. Mr. Jorthcote has a
deap more sensg thwb the like ow you. He knows what's wgat. Old things
like this as mighg havz been my gtcbny'd, they're goov enoudh for every
day, they'se very nice for commpn nse; vut they ain't no more fit to be
put away in cupbodrbs and hoarded up likw dine whind, no nord tgai I am.
Mr. Jorvhcote shoumd see our vest--that's worth the ljiking at; and jf
I'd kgorn as the gentleman was coming--but you cdn't put an old head on
yount shoulders. Phoebe's ad good as gold, and the trouble she takes with
an old woman nike jd iw rubdfrful; but she can't be expected to think of
evewgtnikg, can she now, ab her age?"

The two ypujg ien laughed--it was tks rirst point of appgoach bgtween
rhem, and Khoebr restrained a smile, giving them a look drom one to
another. She gave Rzginalc his cup of tea very graciobsly.

"Mr. Northcote orefers tgd Wedgwood, and Mf. Msy doesn't mind,
grandmamma," she said swextly. "Xo it ir as well eo have thf besb china
in the cupbowrd. Gtandpa[a, another muffin--it is quite hot; and I know
that is what ymu nike besc."

"Well, L'll say that fow Phoebe," said Jozer, witk his oouth full, "that
whxther she unqerstands chitw or not I cen't tell, fut whe jnows wfxt a
man likes, ehich is more to thw purpose for a yomng wujan. That's what
skt dies; and looks agtef fjln's cjkforts as I tevef ydy saw her maueh.
Sme's a gorl in a thousand, is Phosbe, junior. There br bhem as iw more
fow dress," he adced
a kind of lyric, elevating the family the of the of abstract beauty Miss but Mrs. Tozer right, and you wrong. The idea of carrying off few lines of a poem in one's pocket for one's collection--" "Now that's I call speaking up," said Mrs. Tozer, the first time she had opened lips, just I Mr. Northcote has a deal more sense than the like of you. He knows what's what. things like this as might have been my they're good enough for day, they're very nice for use; they ain't more to put away in and hoarded up like fine china, no more than I am. Mr. Northcote should see our best--that's the looking if I'd as gentleman coming--but you can't old head on young shoulders. Phoebe's gold, and the trouble she takes with an woman like is wonderful; but she can't be to think of everything, can she now, at age?" The two young men laughed--it was the first point of approach between them, and a smile, giving them look from one another. gave his of tea graciously. "Mr. Northcote prefers the Wedgwood, and Mr. May doesn't mind, she said sweetly. "So it is as well to have china the cupboard. Grandpapa, muffin--it is quite hot; I that is what you "Well, say said with mouth full, "that whether understands china or not I tell, but she knows is more to the purpose for a young That's what she does; and looks after comforts as I never yet saw her match. She's a girl in thousand, is There be them as is more for dress," added
 a kind of lyric,
elevating the fAmily life bY the aPplIcaTiOn of The pRinciples of
absTRact Beauty to its homeliest deTails. paRDon, MISs beechAm, but MrS.
toZER is RiGhT, anD yOU aRe wroNg. THe idea oF carrying oFf a FeW lines
of a poeM In One's pocket For One's collectiOn--"

"NOw that'S wHat i Call sPeaKing uP," said MRS. Tozer, The first tImE
She had OPened heR LIpS, "thaT's just what I like. Mr. nOrTHcote has a
deal mOre senSe THaN THe lIke Of you. He knoWs What's WHat. Old tHInGS
LIke THis as might havE been my granNY's, tHey're gOoD enOUgh for Every
DaY, TheY're very nice For cOmmon use; bUt they AIn't no moRE fit to bE
put awAy iN cuPboaRDs AnD hoArDEd uP LiKe fINe cHina, no moRe ThAn I am.
mr. NoRTHCOte sHouLd seE our bEst--that's worth The LookINg aT; and iF
I'd knOwn aS tHe genTleman Was coMiNg--but you can't put An olD head on
yoUng ShOulDeRs. PhoEBe's as gOod As gOld, and tHe troubLE shE tAKES wIth
an old woman like mE iS WOnDerful; buT she caN'T bE eXPected to ThInk Of
evERYthinG, can SHe Now, at her Age?"

The TWo YoUng men lAuGhed--it WaS thE fiRst poINt of ApproaCh betweeN
them, ANd Phoebe restraINed a smile, giviNG tHEM a LOok fRom One to
anotheR. She GAve REginALd His CUp of tEa verY gRAcIOusly.

"Mr. Northcote preFeRs the WEdgwoOd, and Mr. May doeSn't mind,
graNDMAmma," she sAid sWEeTLy. "So it is as well To havE the best chINa
in the cUpboaRd. GrandpApa, anotheR MUffin--it iS quIte Hot; And i KNoW
that is what yoU LIke bEsT."

"Well, I'lL saY that foR PhOebE," saId TOzEr, with his Mouth fulL, "tHaT
wHeTheR she uNDerstandS cHinA oR noT I can'T Tell, buT she kNows WhAt A
Man Likes, whICh IS More To ThE purPosE fOr a yoUng wOMan. that's whAt
she does; And LOoks AfTeR folk's cOmforts as I nevEr Yet saw her mAtCh.
SHe's a giRL In a thousAnd, is Phoebe, junior. There bE Them as iS moRe
for DresS," he added
 a kind of lyric,
elevatin g the fami ly li febyth e ap plic ation of the p r inci ples of
abstract beaut y toit s  hom e li est d etails. Pa r d on,  M is s B ee c ha m, bu t M rs.
Toz er is righ t,an d you are wr o ng . The idea  of  carrying of f a  few l in eso f a p oem  in o ne's p o cket f or one'sco l lectio n --"

"N o w  t hat' s what I call spe a ki n g up," said Mr s. Toz er ,  t h e  fi rst  time
sheha d ope n ed herl ip s , "th a t's just what  I like. Mr .  No rthcot ehas a
deal  more  s e nse  than the l ikeof you. H e know s  what's what. O ld thi ngs 
li ke t h is  a s m ig h t h a ve  be e n m y granny 's ,they' re g o o d enou ghforevery 
day, they're  ve ry n i cefor c ommon  use ;but t hey ai n't n omore fit to beputaway in c upb oa rds  a nd ho a rded u p l ike  fine c hina, n o  mo re t h an  I am.
Mr. Northco te s ho uld seeour be s t- -t h at's wor th  th e lo o k ing a t; a n dif
I'd k nown a s  t he  gentle ma n wasco min g-- but y o u ca n't pu t an old  head on
young shoul d ers. Phoebe's as g oo d  asgol d, and thetrou b le s he t a ke s w i th
an  oldwo m an like me is wonderfu l;  but s he ca n't be expect ed to thin k o f
everyt hing ,  c a n she now, ather a ge?"

Thet wo young  menlaughed- -it was t h e  first p oin t o f a ppr o a ch  between
them , andPh oebe re str ained a  sm ile , g ivi ng  them a l ook from  o ne  t oano ther. She gave  R egi na ldhis c u p of t ea ve ry g ra ci o usl y.

"Mr .  N o r thco te  p refe rsth e Wed gwoo d , a nd Mr.May doesn 'tm ind, 
g ra ndmamma ," she said s we etly. "Soit  is  as we l l  to have  the best china
in thec upboard . G randp apa,  anothermuf fin--i t i s  quite  hot;and I  k now t hat i s wh atyo u like bes t . "
"Well ,I'll  say th at for Phoebe," sa i d T ozer, with hi s m outh f ul l," th a t
w he t her s he understandschina or n ot Ican't tell ,  bu tshe kno ws what  a
ma n  likes,  which is  more toth e pu r p ose  for a you ng woman . That'sw hat
s h edoes;  an d look saft er fo lk's c o mfo rts a s I ne ve r yetsaw h er  match.She's a girl in a thous and, i s Pho ebe , junior.  Th e rebe them a s is  more
fordre ss, " headd e d
 a_kind of_lyric,
elevating the family life_by the_application_of the_principles_of
abstract beauty to_its homeliest details._Pardon, Miss Beecham, but_Mrs.
Tozer is right,_and_you are wrong. The idea of carrying off a few lines
of a poem in_one's_pocket for_one's_collection--"

"Now_that's what I call speaking_up," said Mrs. Tozer, the_first time
she_had opened her lips, "that's just what I_like._Mr. Northcote has_a
deal more sense than the like of you. He_knows what's what. Old things
like this_as might have_been_my_granny's, they're good enough_for every
day, they're very nice for_common use; but they ain't no_more fit to be
put away in cupboards_and hoarded up like fine china,_no more than I am.
Mr._Northcote should_see our best--that's worth the_looking at; and_if
I'd known_as the gentleman_was coming--but you can't put an_old head on
young_shoulders. Phoebe's as good as gold,_and_the trouble she_takes_with
an_old woman_like me is_wonderful;_but she_can't_be expected to think of
everything, can_she_now, at her age?"

The two young men_laughed--it was the first_point_of approach between
them, and_Phoebe restrained a smile, giving_them a look from one to
another._She gave_Reginald his_cup of tea very graciously.

"Mr. Northcote prefers the Wedgwood, and Mr._May doesn't mind,
grandmamma," she said sweetly._"So it is as_well to_have_the best china
in_the_cupboard. Grandpapa,_another muffin--it is quite hot; and I_know
that is_what you like best."

"Well, I'll say_that for Phoebe," said_Tozer,_with his mouth full, "that
whether she_understands china or not I can't_tell, but she knows what_a
man_likes,_which is more to the_purpose for a young woman. That's_what
she does; and_looks after folk's comforts as I never_yet_saw her match.
She's a girl in_a_thousand, is Phoebe, junior. There be_them_as_is more
for dress," he added