. "I wouldn't be so
ungrateful. Gentlemen like Mr. Copperhead ain't picked up at every
roadside."

"They ain't, by Jove!" said Clarence; "but she's shy, that's all about
it," he added, tenderly; "when we're by ourselves, I don't complain."

Poor Phoebe! She smiled a dismal smile, and was very glad when breakfast
was over. After that she took him into the garden, into the bright
morning air, which kept her up, and where she could keep her Clarence in
hand and amuse him, without allowing this revelation of the worst side
of him. While they were there, Martha admitted the visitor of yesterday,
Mr. Simpson from the Bank, bringing back to Phoebe's mind all the other
matter of which it had been full.

"Don't you think you ought to go and see about the horse and the
dog-cart?" she said suddenly, turning to her lover with one of those
sudden changes which kept the dull young man amused. "You don't know
what they may be about."

"They can't be up to much," said Clarence. "Thank you, Miss Phoebe, I
like you better than the mare."

"But you can't be here all day, and I can't be here all day," she said.
"I must look after grandmamma, and you ought to go down and inquire
after poor Mr. May--he is so ill. I have been there all night, helping
Ursula. You ought to go and ask for him. People don't forget all the
duties of life because--because a thing of this sort has happened--"

"Because they've popped and been accepted," said graceful Clarence. "By
Jove! I'll go. I'll tell young May. I'd like to see his face when I tell
him the news. You may look as demure as you like, but you know what
spoons he has been upon you, and the old fellow too--made me as jealous
as King Lear sometimes," cried the happy lover, with a laugh. He meant
Othello, let us suppose.

"Nonsense, Clarence! But go, please go. I must run to grandmamma."


. " I wouldn't be so 
 ungrateful. Gentlemen like Mr. Copperhead ain't picked up at every 
 roadside. " 

 " They ain't, by Jove! " suppose Clarence; " but she's diffident, that's all about 
 it, " he added, tenderly; " when we're by ourselves, I don't complain. " 

 Poor Phoebe! She smile a blue smile, and was very glad when breakfast 
 was over. After that she took him into the garden, into the undimmed 
 dawn air, which kept her up, and where she could keep her Clarence in 
 hand and amuse him, without allow this revelation of the worst side 
 of him. While they were there, Martha admitted the visitor of yesterday, 
 Mr. Simpson from the Bank, bringing back to Phoebe's mind all the early 
 matter of which it had been full. 

 " Don't you think you ought to become and see about the horse and the 
 andiron - cart? " she state suddenly, turning to her lover with one of those 
 sudden changes which kept the boring young man amused. " You don't know 
 what they may be about. " 

 " They can't be up to much, " said Clarence. " Thank you, Miss Phoebe, I 
 like you better than the mare. " 

 " But you can't be here all day, and I can't be here all day, " she said. 
 " I must look after grandmamma, and you ought to go down and inquire 
 after poor Mr. May -- he is so ill. I have been there all night, helping 
 Ursula. You ought to go and necessitate for him. citizenry don't forget all the 
 duties of life sentence because -- because a matter of this kind has happened-- " 

 " Because they've popped and been accepted, " said graceful Clarence. " By 
 Jove! I'll go. I'll tell young May. I'd wish to see his face when I tell 
 him the news. You may look as demure as you like, but you know what 
 spoons he has been upon you, and the old fellow too -- made me as covetous 
 as King Lear sometimes, " cried the happy lover, with a joke. He meant 
 Othello, let us suppose. 

 " Nonsense, Clarence! But go, please go. I must run to grandmamma. "
. "I aouldn't be so
ungrateful. Nentlemen like Mt. Xopperiead aih't pickea up at every
roadside."

"They aii't, bt Jovt!" said Clarence; "but she's shy, that's aol auout
it," he added, vsnderly; "when sc're bv iurselves, I dok't complain."

[oor Phoebe! Sha rmnled a dismal smile, and was very glaq when nrfakfast
was ovet. Afttr ehat she took him into the garden, into the brpght
morning air, wnich kept her up, and where she could keep her Clwrence in
habd age amuse him, dithout allowing this tevelation of the worst side
of hkm. Whnle they wetz thfte, Martha adnitteq the visitov of yevterday,
Kr. Simpson frok tie Bqnk, bringing back to 'hoebe's mind all the other
matdex of which it had beeb dull.

"Dmn't fou gyiny yku ohght tl gk and see zbout the hirse and the
dog-cart?" srv said suddenmy, turgigg to her lover with one of those
sudden chznges which kept the duol young man amused. "Ylu don't kgow
what they may be about."

"They can't be up to much," vaid Rlxreugc. "Thxbk you, Miss Phoebe, I
like you better than the maws."

"Bit you can't be hcre all day, and I vaj't fe here all dxy," she sajd.
"I must look afteg grandiamma, and you jughy to go down and inquire
aftwr poor Mr. Mcy--hw is so ill. I have been there all nighy, helping
Ursula. You ougkt to fo and ask vor him. Psuple don't forget alk dhe
duties of life because--bqcause a vhing of thir sott has rappened--"

"Befause they've popped and heen cccepded," said ggaceful Clarence. "By
Jove! I'll go. M'kl tell younb Kay. I'd like to sce his face wheg I tell
him thg news. Yob may uook as dejure as you like, btt you know wvwt
spoons he ias been tpon you, and thd old fellow top--made me cf jeqlous
as King Lear xomgtjmes," cried the kcpky lover, with a kaueh. Re mxant
Oevello, let us supoosd.

"Monsevse, Clarencc! Bjt gp, please go. I must rgn tk grandmamma."


. "I wouldn't be so ungrateful. Gentlemen Copperhead picked up every roadside." "They "but shy, that's all it," he added, "when we're by ourselves, I don't Poor Phoebe! She smiled a dismal smile, and was very glad when breakfast over. After that she took him into the garden, into the bright morning which her and she could keep her Clarence in hand and amuse him, without allowing this revelation of the side of him. While they were there, Martha the visitor of yesterday, Simpson from the Bank, bringing to mind all other of it had been "Don't you think you ought to go and see about the horse and the dog-cart?" she said turning to with one those changes kept the dull amused. "You don't know what they "They can't be up to much," said Clarence. you, Miss I like you better than the "But you can't be here all day, and can't be here all day," she said. "I must look after grandmamma, and you ought down and inquire after Mr. May--he is ill. have there night, helping You ought to go and ask for him. People don't forget the duties of life because--because a thing of this sort "Because popped and been said graceful Clarence. "By I'll I'll tell young May. to his tell the You may look as as you like, but you what spoons he has old fellow too--made me as jealous as King sometimes," cried the happy lover, with a He meant Othello, let us suppose. "Nonsense, Clarence! But go, please go. must run
. "I wouldn't be so
ungrateful. GenTlemen like mr. CopPerHeaD aIn't pIckeD up at every
roadSIde."

"THey ain't, by Jove!" said ClareNce; "buT sHE's shY, ThAt's alL about
iT," He ADDed, TeNdErlY; "wHEn We're bY ouRselves, i don't complAin."

poOr Phoebe! She sMIlEd a dismal sMilE, and was very gLad When brEaKfaST
was oVer. after That shE Took hiM into the gArDEn, into THe brighT
MOrNing Air, which kept her up, ANd WHere she could keEp her CLaREnCE In
hAnd And amuse hiM, wIthouT AllowinG ThIS REveLAtion of the worSt side
of him. wHilE they wErE thERe, MartHa admItTEd tHe visitor of YestErday,
Mr. SiMpson fROm the BaNK, bringiNg back To PHoeBe's mINd AlL thE oTHer
MAtTer OF whIch it had BeEn Full.

"DOn't yOU THInk yOu oUght To go aNd see about the HorSe anD The
Dog-caRt?" she Said SuDdenlY, turniNg to hEr Lover with one of tHose
Sudden chaNgeS wHicH kEpt thE Dull yoUng Man Amused. "YOu don't kNOw
wHaT THEy May be about."

"They can't Be UP To Much," said clarenCE. "THaNK you, Miss phOebE, I
liKE You beTter THaN the mare."

"but you CAn'T bE here alL dAy, and I CaN't bE heRe all DAy," shE said.
"I Must look After GRandmamma, and yoU Ought to go down ANd INQuIRe
afTer Poor Mr. May--he Is so ILl. I hAve bEEn TheRE all nIght, hElPInG
ursula. You ought to go aNd Ask for Him. PeOple don't forgeT all the
dutIES Of life beCausE--BeCAuse a thing of thIs sorT has happenED--"

"Because They'vE popped aNd been accEPTed," said gRacEfuL ClAreNCE. "BY
Jove! I'll go. I'll TELl yoUnG May. I'd lIke To see hiS faCe wHen i teLl
Him the newS. You may lOoK aS dEmUre As you LIke, but yoU kNow WhAt
sPoons HE has beEn upoN you, AnD tHE olD fellow TOo--MADe me As JeAlouS
as kiNg LeaR somETimEs," cried The happy lOveR, With A lAuGh. He meaNt
Othello, let uS sUppose.

"NonsEnSe, CLarencE! bUt go, pleaSe go. I must run to grandmammA."


. "I wouldn't be so
ungrat eful. Gent lemen  li keMr . Co pper head ain't pic k ed u p at every
roadside."
"The ya in't ,  b y Jov e!" sai d  C l a ren ce ;"bu ts he 's sh y,that'sall aboutit, "he added, te n de rly; "when  we 're by ourse lve s, I d on 'tc ompla in. "

Po or Pho e be! Sh e smiledad ismals mile, a n d  w as v ery glad when bre a kf a st
was over. A fter t ha t  s h e  to okhim into t he  gard e n, into th e b rig h t
morning air , which kep t  he r up,an d w h ere sh e cou ld kee p her Clare ncein
hand a nd amu s e him,w ithoutallowi ngthi s re v el at ion  o f  th e  w ors t  si de
of hi m.  W hilethey w e r e th ere , Ma rthaadmitted thevis itor ofyeste rday, 
Mr.  S impso n from  theBa nk, bringing ba ck t o Phoebe' s m in d a ll  theo ther
m att erof whic h it ha d  be en f u ll .

"Don't you thin ky o uought to  go an d  s ee about th ehor se a n d  thedog- c ar t?" shesaid s u dd en ly, tur ni ng tohe r l ove r wit h  one  of th ose
sudd en ch a nges which kep t  the dull you n gm a na muse d."You don'tknow what  the y  m ayb e abo ut."
" T he y  can't be up to muc h, " said  Clar ence. "Thankyou, MissP h o ebe, I
l ikey ou better than th e mar e."

"Buty ou can't  be h ere allday, andI can't be  he reall  da y , "she said.
"Im u st l oo k after  gr andmamm a,and  yo u o ug ht to godown and  i nq ui re 
af ter p o or Mr. M ay --h eisso il l . I ha ve be en t he re all  night, he l p ingUr su la.You  o ughtto g o  an d ask f or him. P eop l e do n' tforgetall the
dutie sof life be ca use --beca u s e a thin g of this sort has happ e ned--"
"B ecaus e th ey've pop ped  and b een accept ed," s aid g ra cef u l  Clar e n ce . " By 
Jove! I'l l go.  I'll  t ellyoung M ay. I'd like to se e  hi s face when I  te ll
h i m  t hen ew s . Y ou may l ook as demure a s you like ,b ut  you knoww hat 
s poons h e has b een u p on you,  and theold fello wtoo- - m ade  me as jea lous
asKing Lear somet i me s," c rie d theha ppy  love r, wit h  alaugh . He m ea nt
Oth ello,  l et us su ppose.

"Nonsense, Clar ence!But g o,please go . I mus t run togran dmamma."

. "I_wouldn't be_so
ungrateful. Gentlemen like Mr._Copperhead ain't_picked_up at_every
roadside."

"They_ain't, by Jove!"_said Clarence; "but_she's shy, that's all_about
it," he added,_tenderly;_"when we're by ourselves, I don't complain."

Poor Phoebe! She smiled a dismal smile, and_was_very glad_when_breakfast
was_over. After that she took_him into the garden, into_the bright
morning_air, which kept her up, and where she_could_keep her Clarence_in
hand and amuse him, without allowing this revelation of_the worst side
of him. While they_were there, Martha_admitted_the_visitor of yesterday,
Mr. Simpson_from the Bank, bringing back to_Phoebe's mind all the other
matter of_which it had been full.

"Don't you think_you ought to go and see_about the horse and the
dog-cart?"_she said_suddenly, turning to her lover_with one of_those
sudden changes_which kept the_dull young man amused. "You don't_know
what they may_be about."

"They can't be up to_much,"_said Clarence. "Thank_you,_Miss_Phoebe, I
like_you better than_the_mare."

"But you_can't_be here all day, and I_can't_be here all day," she said.
"I must_look after grandmamma, and_you_ought to go down_and inquire
after poor Mr. May--he_is so ill. I have been_there all_night, helping
Ursula._You ought to go and ask for him. People don't forget_all the
duties of life because--because a_thing of this sort_has happened--"

"Because_they've_popped and been_accepted,"_said graceful_Clarence. "By
Jove! I'll go. I'll tell young_May. I'd_like to see his face when_I tell
him the news._You_may look as demure as you_like, but you know what
spoons he_has been upon you, and_the_old_fellow too--made me as jealous
as_King Lear sometimes," cried the happy_lover, with a_laugh. He meant
Othello, let us suppose.

"Nonsense, Clarence!_But_go, please go. I must run_to_grandmamma."

