, laughing; "double your own number, Ursula! and I don't
suppose Janey counts yet. Why, there is a young man too many. How dare
you waste the gifts of Providence, you prodigal child? And now let me
hear who they are."

"You may say Janey doesn't count," cried that young woman in person.
"Oh, Mrs. Hurst, what a bore they are! If that's society, I don't care
for society. One always following Ursula about whenever she moves, so
that you can't say a word to her; and the others pulling poor Phoebe to
pieces, who hates them, I am sure. Phoebe was so jolly at first. She
would talk to you, or she would play for you! Why, she taught Johnnie
and me a part-song to sing with her, and said he had a delightful
voice; but she never has any time to look at us now," said Janey,
stopping in this breathless enumeration of wrongs. "She is always taken
up with those horrible men."

"I suppose you call Reginald a horrible man?" said Ursula, with rising
colour. "If that was my opinion of my own brother, I should take care
not to say it, at least."

"Oh, Reginald isn't the worst! There's your Mr. Northcote, and there's
that Copperhead--Woodenhead, we call him in the nursery. Oh, how papa
can put up with him, I can't tell! he never had any patience with us.
You can't think how dull he is, Mrs. Hurst! I suppose girls don't mind
when a man _goes on_, whether he's stupid or not. I never heard Mr.
Northcote say much that was interesting either; but he looks clever, and
that is always something."

"So Mr. Northcote is Ursula's one," said Mrs. Hurst, laughing. "You are
a perfect jewel, Janey, and I don't know how I should ever find out
anything that's going on, but for you. Northcote! it is a new name in
Carlingford. I wonder I have not heard of him already; or have you kept
him entirely to yourself, and let
, laughing; " double your own number, Ursula! and I don't 
 suppose Janey counts so far. Why, there be a young man too many. How defy 
 you waste the gifts of Providence, you extravagant child? And now let me 
 hear who they are. " 

 " You may state Janey doesn't count, " cried that unseasoned woman in person. 
 " Oh, Mrs. Hurst, what a bore they are! If that's club, I don't care 
 for society. One always following Ursula about whenever she moves, thus 
 that you can't say a word to her; and the others pulling inadequate Phoebe to 
 pieces, who hates them, I am sure. Phoebe was so reasonably at first. She 
 would lecture to you, or she would play for you! Why, she taught Johnnie 
 and me a part - birdcall to sing with her, and said he had a delightful 
 voice; but she never has any time to look at us now, " said Janey, 
 stopping in this breathless enumeration of wrongs. " She is always taken 
 up with those horrible men. " 

 " I suppose you name Reginald a horrible man? " say Ursula, with resurrect 
 colour. " If that was my opinion of my own brother, I should take care 
 not to say it, at least. " 

 " Oh, Reginald isn't the worst! There's your Mr. Northcote, and there's 
 that Copperhead -- Woodenhead, we call him in the greenhouse. Oh, how papa 
 can put up with him, I can't tell! he never had any patience with us. 
 You can't think how dull he is, Mrs. Hurst! I suppose girls don't mind 
 when a man _ goes on _, whether he's dazed or not. I never heard Mr. 
 Northcote order much that was interesting either; but he looks clever, and 
 that is always something. " 

 " So Mr. Northcote is Ursula's one, " say Mrs. Hurst, laughing. " You are 
 a perfect jewel, Janey, and I don't know how I should always find out 
 anything that's go on, but for you. Northcote! it is a new name in 
 Carlingford. I wonder I have not heard of him already; or have you keep 
 him wholly to yourself, and let
, lakghing; "double your own nmmber, Ursula! and I don't
vupposs Janey zounts yet. Why, there is a yonng nan tio many. How dare
you warte the gpfts of Peovivence, you prodigem child? And nka lec ne
hear who thei are."

"You may say Janey doevn'g eount," cried that young woman in persjn.
"Oh, Mrx. Jurst, what a bjre uher ars! If that's society, I don't care
for aociety. One always fpllowing Ursula about whenfver she moves, so
that jou can't sai a rird to her; avd the othtrv pulling koor Phoebe to
pieces, who hates tfem, I am sure. Pyowbe fas so jollb at fprst. She
would talk to you, or she would plan for yoy! Why, she taught Johniie
and me a part-song to sing fich her, and said he hae q delhghtxul
vuuce; buu sie hever jas any time fo look at ys now," said Janey,
stpp[pmg in this bdeathlqsf enumeration of wrongs. "She is always tdkeh
up with those horrible men."

"I suppose you calp Reginalq a horrible man?" said Ursula, with rising
colour. "If that das mn opkbiln of my own brother, I should take care
not to aau pt, at least."

"Oh, Reglnald isn't the worxt! Tngre's your Mr. Nurthcocs, znd there's
that Copoerhead--Roodebhead, we sall him in the nursery. Oh, how papa
can put lp wuth him, I can't telp! he never kad ani patirnce with us.
You can't thnnk hos dull he id, Mrs. Hurag! I suppose girlr dpn'd mind
whtv a man _goes on_, wrether he'w stbpid or vot. O nevew heard Mr.
Jorthgmte say much that aas iuterevting eithfr; but he looks clever, and
that mx always somgthhng."

"Vo Mr. Noxthcotc is Ursula's onq," said Mrs. Hurxt, laugking. "Yuu are
a pegfect jewxl, Janey, and I don't know vlw I should xver find out
qnytying thxg's going on, buy for you. Northcote! it is a new name ln
Carujngford. I wondex U have not hearc ow hym akrqddy; or have fou yepg
nim evtirely to noufselg, and let
, laughing; "double your own number, Ursula! don't Janey counts Why, there is How you waste the of Providence, you child? And now let me hear they are." "You may say Janey doesn't count," cried that young woman in "Oh, Mrs. Hurst, what a bore they are! If that's society, I don't for One following about whenever she moves, so that you can't say a word to her; and the others poor Phoebe to pieces, who hates them, I sure. Phoebe was so at first. She would talk you, she would for Why, taught Johnnie and a part-song to sing with her, and said he had a delightful voice; but she never has time to us now," Janey, in breathless enumeration of is always taken up with those suppose you call Reginald a horrible man?" said with rising "If that was my opinion of own brother, I should take care not to it, at least." "Oh, Reginald isn't the worst! There's your Mr. Northcote, and there's that call him in the Oh, how papa put with I tell! he had any patience with us. You can't think how dull he Mrs. Hurst! I suppose girls don't mind when a man whether stupid or not. never heard Mr. Northcote much was interesting either; but clever, that "So Northcote Ursula's one," said Mrs. laughing. "You are a perfect Janey, and I don't find out anything that's going on, but for Northcote! it is a new name in I wonder I have not heard of him already; or have you him entirely and let
, laughing; "double your own numbEr, Ursula! anD I don'T
suPpoSe janeY couNts yet. Why, there IS a yoUng man too many. How dare
yoU wastE tHE gifTS oF ProvIdence, yOU pRODigAl ChIld? anD NoW let mE
heAr who thEy are."

"You maY saY JAney doesn't coUNt," Cried that yOunG woman in persOn.
"OH, Mrs. HuRsT, whAT a borE thEy are! if that'S SocietY, I don't carE
fOR socieTY. One alwAYS fOlloWing Ursula about whENeVEr she moves, so
thAt you cAn'T SaY A WorD to Her; and the oThErs puLLing pooR phOEBE to
PIeces, who hates Them, I am sure. pHoeBe was sO jOllY At firsT. She
wOuLD taLk to you, or shE wouLd play for You! Why, SHe taughT johnnie
And me a ParT-soNg to SInG wIth HeR, And SAiD he HAd a DelightfUl
VoIce; buT she NEVER has Any Time To looK at us now," said JAneY,
stoPPinG in thIs breAthlEsS enumEratioN of wrOnGs. "She is always taKen
uP with thosE hoRrIblE mEn."

"I suPPose yoU caLl REginald A horribLE maN?" sAID urSula, with rising
coloUr. "iF ThAt was my oPinion OF mY oWN brother, i sHouLd taKE Care
nOt to SAy It, at leasT."

"Oh, RegINaLd Isn't the WoRst! TheRe'S yoUr MR. NortHCote, And theRe's
that COpperHEad--Woodenhead, wE Call him in the nURsERY. OH, How pApa
Can put up witH him, i Can't Tell! HE nEveR Had anY patiEnCE wITh us.
You can't think how DuLl he is, mrs. HuRst! I suppose giRls don't minD
WHEn a man _goEs on_, WHeTHer he's stupid or Not. I nEver heard MR.
northcotE say mUch that wAs interesTINg either; But He lOokS clEVEr, And
that is alwaYS SomeThIng."

"So Mr. norThcote iS UrSulA's oNe," sAiD Mrs. Hurst, Laughing. "yoU aRe
A pErfEct jeWEl, Janey, aNd i doN't KnoW how I SHould eVer fiNd ouT
aNyTHinG that's gOInG ON, but FoR yOu. NoRthCoTe! it iS a neW NamE in
CarlIngford. I wOndER I haVe NoT heard oF him already; or HaVe you kept
hIm EntIrely tO YOurself, aNd let
, laughing; "double your o wn number,  Ursu la!  an dI do n'tsuppose Janeyc ount s yet. Why, there is a  youn gm an t o omany.  How da r ey o u w as te  th eg if ts of  Pr ovidenc e, you pro dig al  child? Andn ow  let me
he arwho they are ."
"Youma y s a y Jan eydoesn 't cou n t," cr ied thatyo u ng wom a n in pe r s on .
"O h, Mrs. Hurst, wh a ta  bore they are ! If t ha t 's s oci ety , I don'tca re
fo r  societ y .O n e  al w ays following  Ursula abo u t w heneve rshe moves,  so
t ha t  yo u can't say  a w ord to he r; and the oth e rs pull ing po orPho ebet opi ece s, who ha tes the m, I amsu re . Pho ebew a s so j oll y at  firs t. She
wouldtal k to you , orshe w ould  p lay f or you ! Why ,she taught John nieand me apar t- son gto si n g with  he r,and sai d he ha d  ade l i g ht ful
voice; but she  n e v er  has any  timet olo o k at usno w,"  sai d Janey ,
st o pp ing in t his br e at hl ess enu me ration  o f w ron gs. " S he i s alwa ys taken 
up w i th those horri b le men."

"Is up p o se youcal l Reginalda ho r ribl e ma n ?"  sa i d Urs ula,wi t hr ising
colour. "If t ha t wasmy op inion of my o wn brother , I  shouldtake ca r e
not to say i t, at  least."
" Oh, Regi naldisn't th e worst!T h ere's yo urMr.  No rth c o te , and there's t hatCo pperhea d-- Woodenh ead , w e c all  h im in the  nursery .Oh ,ho w p apa
c a n put up  w ith  h im,  I ca n 't tel l! he  nev er  h a d a ny pati e nc e with  u s. 
You  ca n' t thi nk h o w d ull heis, Mrs.Hur s t! I  s up pose gi rls don't min dwhen a man  _ goe s on_, w hether h e's stupid or not. I ne v er hear d M r.
No rthc ote say m uch  thatwas intere stingeithe r;  bu t he lo o k scle ve r, and
tha t isalway ssome thing." 

"So Mr. Northcot e  is  Ursula's one ,"said M rs . H u rs t , l au g hin g .  "You are
a per fect jewel ,J an ey, and Id on' tknow ho w I sho uld e v er find  out
anyt hing that 's  goi n g  on , but foryou. Nor thcote! i t  is a ne w nam e i n
Carl in gfo rd. I  wonde r  Ihavenot he ar d of h im al re ady; orhave you kept
him entir ely to  your sel f, and le t
, laughing;_"double your_own number, Ursula! and_I don't
suppose_Janey_counts yet._Why,_there is a_young man too_many. How dare
you waste_the gifts of_Providence,_you prodigal child? And now let me
hear who they are."

"You may say Janey doesn't_count,"_cried that_young_woman_in person.
"Oh, Mrs. Hurst, what_a bore they are! If_that's society,_I don't care
for society. One always following Ursula_about_whenever she moves,_so
that you can't say a word to her; and_the others pulling poor Phoebe to
pieces,_who hates them,_I_am_sure. Phoebe was so_jolly at first. She
would talk to_you, or she would play for_you! Why, she taught Johnnie
and me a_part-song to sing with her, and_said he had a delightful
voice;_but she_never has any time to_look at us_now," said_Janey,
stopping in this_breathless enumeration of wrongs. "She is_always taken
up with_those horrible men."

"I suppose you call_Reginald_a horrible man?"_said_Ursula,_with rising
colour._"If that was_my_opinion of_my_own brother, I should take care
not_to_say it, at least."

"Oh, Reginald isn't the_worst! There's your Mr._Northcote,_and there's
that Copperhead--Woodenhead, we_call him in the nursery._Oh, how papa
can put up with_him, I_can't tell!_he never had any patience with us.
You can't think how dull_he is, Mrs. Hurst! I suppose_girls don't mind
when a_man _goes_on_,_whether he's stupid_or_not. I_never heard Mr.
Northcote say much that was_interesting either;_but he looks clever, and
that is_always something."

"So Mr. Northcote_is_Ursula's one," said Mrs. Hurst, laughing._"You are
a perfect jewel, Janey, and_I don't know how I_should_ever_find out
anything that's going on,_but for you. Northcote! it is_a new name_in
Carlingford. I wonder I have not heard_of_him already; or have you kept
him_entirely_to yourself, and let