 the mother and the son together," said Mrs.
Beecham, who was determined to see everything in the best light that
concerned the Copperheads. "They are so devoted to each other, and,
Phoebe, dear--I don't like to talk in this way to a sensible girl like
you, but you must see it with your own eyes. You have certainly made a
great impression upon Clarence Copperhead. When he said he hoped to see
you in Carlingford, and asked, might he call? it was exactly like asking
my permission to pay you his addresses; it is very flattering, but it is
embarrassing as well."

"I do not feel particularly flattered, mamma; and I think if I were you
I would not give him the address."

Mrs. Beecham looked anxiously in her daughter's face.

"Is it from prudence, Phoebe, or is it that you don't like him, that you
wouldn't have him if he asked you?"

"We must wait till he does ask me," said Phoebe, decisively. "Till then I
can't possibly tell. But I don't want him at Carlingford. I know that
grandpapa and grandmamma are--in trade."

"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Beecham, in a subdued voice.

"Dissenters, and in trade; and he is going to stay with the Dorsets,
fine county people. Don't give him the address; if we meet by chance,
there is no harm done. I am not ashamed of any one belonging to me. But
you can say that you don't think his father would like him to be
visiting me at Carlingford--which I am sure would be quite true."

"Indeed he might go much farther without finding any one so well worth
visiting," said the mother, indignant, to which Phoebe nodded her head in
tranquil assent.

"That is neither here nor there," she said; "you can always tell him so,
and that will please Mr. Copperhead, if ever he comes to hear of it. He
thought at one time that I was too entertaining. One knows what that
means. I should like him to see how
the mother and the son together, " said Mrs. 
 Beecham, who was determined to see everything in the good inner light that 
 concerned the Copperheads. " They are so devoted to each other, and, 
 Phoebe, costly -- I don't like to talk in this room to a reasonable girl like 
 you, but you must see it with your own eyes. You have certainly made a 
 big impression upon Clarence Copperhead. When he said he hop to see 
 you in Carlingford, and asked, might he call? it was exactly like asking 
 my license to pay you his addresses; it is very flattering, but it is 
 embarrassing equally well. " 

 " I do not feel particularly flattered, mamma; and I think if I were you 
 I would not give him the savoir-faire. " 

 Mrs. Beecham looked anxiously in her daughter's font. 

 " Is it from prudence, Phoebe, or is it that you don't like him, that you 
 wouldn't have him if he ask you? " 

 " We must wait till he does ask me, " said Phoebe, decisively. " Till then I 
 can't possibly tell. But I don't want him at Carlingford. I know that 
 grandpapa and grandmamma are -- in trade. " 

 " Yes, dear, " said Mrs. Beecham, in a subdued voice. 

 " Dissenters, and in trade; and he is going to stay with the Dorsets, 
 fine county people. Don't give him the savoir-faire; if we converge by chance, 
 there be no damage done. I am not ashamed of any one belonging to me. But 
 you can say that you don't remember his father would like him to be 
 visiting me at Carlingford -- which I am sure would be quite genuine. " 

 " Indeed he might go much farther without finding any one so well worth 
 chew the fat, " said the mother, indignant, to which Phoebe nodded her head in 
 tranquil assent. 

 " That is neither here nor there, " she said; " you can constantly tell him thus, 
 and that will please Mr. Copperhead, if ever he comes to hear of it. He 
 thought at one time that I was excessively entertaining. One knows what that 
 means. I should like him to examine how
 thf mother and the son togtther," said Mrs.
Beeeyam, whm was setermindd to see everything in the uest lighu that
concerned the Copperhewds. "They are wo devoted to each other, wnd,
Pkoxbe, dear--I don't kike to tank in this way tu c sensible girl like
you, but you must see it wlth your own eies. Ypt habv gertainly made a
great impression upon Cnarence Coppethead. When he said he hopef to see
you in Carlingvord, and asjed, iught he call? it was exactly like aaking
my permission to pay you hks adbresses; it us vegi flattering, but pt is
embarrassing as fell."

"I dp not feel parbiculerly flattered, mamma; and M think if I were yoo
I would nmt give him the addeews."

Mrs. Beewham oooyed aixikusly ln ier daughted's face.

"Is ir from prudence, Photbe, ir is it that you djn'e like him, that you
wouldn't have him if ve zsked you?"

"We must wait tull he does ask me," sald Phoebe, decisively. "Till then I
can't possibly tell. But I dmn't weng hnn at Zqrpingford. I know that
grandpapa and grandmamma wde--on trade."

"Yes, dear," said Mrs. Brefhsi, in a subduea voicz.

"Siasenters, and in trwde; and he iw going tj stsy with the Dorsets,
fine coubty people. Djb't give him the adbress; if we oeet by cnance,
there is no harm dune. J am not asjamed of zvy one belonging to ma. But
you can say that you qon't thinj hix fathef woold likq him to bf
visibhng me at Carlingflrd--whnch I am sure wluld be quite true."

"Indeed he migiv go much farjhes wpthout fiuding sny one so wejl worth
visitiug," said che mogher, indighant, to which Phoefe nodded her jead in
tranqnil assene.

"Thar is neithef here nor therr," she saib; "you can always tell hlm so,
xhd that will plzcst Nr. Copperhead, of dvew je cjkes to hear mf ig. Hd
yhougft at one tlme thay I was too entertaiting. One knows what thst
ieans. I whould lyke him to ser how
the mother and the son together," said who determined to everything in the Copperheads. are so devoted each other, and, dear--I don't like to talk in way to a sensible girl like you, but you must see it with own eyes. You have certainly made a great impression upon Clarence Copperhead. When said hoped see in Carlingford, and asked, might he call? it was exactly like asking my permission to pay his addresses; it is very flattering, but it embarrassing as well." "I not feel particularly flattered, mamma; I if I you would give him the Mrs. Beecham looked anxiously in her daughter's face. "Is it from prudence, Phoebe, or is it that don't like you wouldn't him he you?" "We must he does ask me," said Phoebe, I can't possibly tell. But I don't want at Carlingford. know that grandpapa and grandmamma are--in "Yes, dear," said Mrs. Beecham, in a subdued "Dissenters, and in trade; and he is going to stay with the Dorsets, fine county give him the address; we meet by there no done. am not of any one belonging to me. But you can say that don't think his father would like him to be visiting Carlingford--which am sure would quite true." "Indeed he go farther without finding any well visiting," indignant, which nodded her head in assent. "That is neither here there," she said; "you and that will please Mr. Copperhead, if ever comes to hear of it. He thought one time that I was too entertaining. One knows what that means. should like see how
 the mother and the son togetheR," said Mrs.
BeEcham, Who Was DeTermIned To see everythinG In thE best light that
concerneD the COpPErheADs. "they aRe so devOTeD TO eaCh OtHer, AnD,
phOebe, dEar--i don't liKe to talk in ThiS wAy to a sensiblE GiRl like
you, bUt yOu must see it wIth Your owN eYes. yOu havE ceRtainLy made A
Great iMpression UpON ClareNCe CoppeRHEaD. WheN he said he hoped to sEE
yOU in Carlingford, And askEd, MIgHT He cAll? It was exactLy Like aSKing
my pERmISSIon TO pay you his addResses; it is vERy fLatterInG, buT It is
emBarraSsINg aS well."

"I do not Feel ParticulaRly flaTTered, maMMa; and I tHink if i weRe yOu
I wOUlD nOt gIvE Him THe AddREss."

mrs. BeechAm LoOked aNxioUSLY In heR daUghtEr's faCe.

"Is it from pruDenCe, PhOEbe, Or is iT that You dOn'T like Him, thaT you
wOuLdn't have him if he AskeD you?"

"We musT waIt TilL hE does ASk me," saId PHoeBe, decisIvely. "TiLL thEn i
CAN't Possibly tell. But I doN't WANt Him at CarLingfoRD. I KnOW that
graNdPapA and GRAndmaMma aRE--iN trade."

"YeS, dear," sAId mrS. BeechaM, iN a subdUeD voIce.

"disseNTers, And in tRade; and hE is goINg to stay with thE dorsets,
fine coUNtY PEoPLe. DoN't gIve him the adDresS; If we Meet BY cHanCE,
therE is no HaRM dONe. I am not ashamed of anY oNe beloNging To me. But
you can Say that you DON'T think hiS fatHEr WOuld like him to bE
visiTing me at CaRLingford--Which i am sure wOuld be quiTE True."

"IndeEd hE miGht Go mUCH fArther without FINdinG aNy one so WelL worth
vIsiTinG," saId tHe Mother, indIgnant, to WhIcH PHoEbe NoddeD Her head iN
tRanQuIl aSsent.

"tHat is nEitheR herE nOr THerE," she saiD; "YoU CAn alWaYs Tell Him So,
And thAt wiLL plEase Mr. COpperhead, If eVEr he CoMeS to hear Of it. He
thought At One time thaT I Was Too entERTaining. ONe knows what that
means. I shOUld like Him To see How
 the mother and the son to gether," s aid M rs. 
Be ec ham,  who  was determine d  tosee everything in thebestli g ht t h at 
conc erned t h eC o ppe rh ea ds.  " T he y are  so  devote d to eachoth er , and,
Phoeb e ,dear--I do n't  like to tal k i n this  w ayt o a s ens iblegirl l i ke
you , but you  m u st see it with y ou r ow n eyes. You havec er t ainly made a
g reat i mp r es s i onupo n Clarence  C opper h ead. Wh e nh e sai d  he hoped tosee
you inC arl ingfor d,  an d  asked , mig ht hecall? it wa s ex actly lik e aski n g
my pe r mission  to pa y y ouhisa dd re sse s; iti sver y  fl attering ,bu t itis
e m b a r rass ing  aswell. "

"I do notfee l pa r tic ularl y fla tter ed , mam ma; an d I t hi nk if I were yo u
Iwould not  gi ve  hi mthe a d dress. "
Mrs . Beech am look e d a nx i o u sl y in her daughter' sf a ce .

"Is i t from pr ud e nce, Pho eb e,or i s it th at y o udon't li ke him ,  t ha t you
w ou ldn'tha vehim  if h e  ask ed you ?"

"Wemustw ait till he do e s ask me," sa i dP h oe b e, d eci sively. "Ti ll t h en I 
can ' tpos s iblytell.  B u tI  don't want him atCa rlingf ord.I know that
g randpapa a n d grandmam ma a r e- - in trade."

"Y es, d ear," said Mrs. Bee cham,  in a su bdued voi c e .

"Diss ent ers , a ndi n  t rade; and hei s  goi ng  to sta y w ith the  Do rse ts, 
fi ne  county p eople. D on 't  g iv e h im th e  address ;ifwe  me et by chance ,
the re i sno har m done. Ia m  not  a sh amed  of  a ny on e be l ong ing tome. But
y ouc an s ay  t hat you  don't thinkhi s father w ou ldlike h i m  to be
v isiting me at Carlingfo r d--whic h I  am s urewould bequi te tru e." 
"Inde ed hemight  g o m u c h far t h er  wi th out findin g any  oneso  wel l worth 
visiting," said t h e m other, indign ant , to w hi chP ho e beno d ded h er head in
tran quil assen t. 
" That is ne i the rhere no r there ," sh e  said;"you canalways te ll  him s o,and that w ill plea se Mr. Co p perhe a d,  if e ver  he co me s t o hea r of i t . H e
tho ught a tone ti me th at  I was t oo entertaining. One kn ows wh at th atmeans. Isho u ldlike himto s ee how
 the_mother and_the son together," said_Mrs.
Beecham, who_was_determined to_see_everything in the_best light that
concerned_the Copperheads. "They are_so devoted to_each_other, and,
Phoebe, dear--I don't like to talk in this way to a sensible girl_like
you,_but you_must_see_it with your own eyes._You have certainly made a
great_impression upon_Clarence Copperhead. When he said he hoped to_see
you_in Carlingford, and_asked, might he call? it was exactly like asking
my_permission to pay you his addresses;_it is very_flattering,_but_it is
embarrassing as well."

"I_do not feel particularly flattered, mamma;_and I think if I were_you
I would not give him the address."

Mrs._Beecham looked anxiously in her daughter's_face.

"Is it from prudence, Phoebe,_or is_it that you don't like_him, that you
wouldn't_have him_if he asked_you?"

"We must wait till he does_ask me," said_Phoebe, decisively. "Till then I
can't possibly_tell._But I don't_want_him_at Carlingford._I know that
grandpapa_and_grandmamma are--in_trade."

"Yes,_dear," said Mrs. Beecham, in a_subdued_voice.

"Dissenters, and in trade; and he is_going to stay with_the_Dorsets,
fine county people. Don't_give him the address; if_we meet by chance,
there is no_harm done._I am_not ashamed of any one belonging to me. But
you can say_that you don't think his father_would like him to_be
visiting me_at_Carlingford--which I am_sure_would be_quite true."

"Indeed he might go much farther_without finding_any one so well worth
visiting," said_the mother, indignant, to_which_Phoebe nodded her head in
tranquil assent.

"That_is neither here nor there," she_said; "you can always tell_him_so,
and_that will please Mr. Copperhead,_if ever he comes to hear_of it. He
thought_at one time that I was too_entertaining._One knows what that
means. I should_like_him to see how