 to New York, he "stopped" at Mr. Wimple's, and
Sally's summer home in Hendrik was always "Aunt Phoebe's," as she had
been taught to call Simon's mother.

You will wonder, then, that Mr. Paul Wimple should have blushed and
struggled and died in the forlorn little "Athenaeum," and that Sally
should sit down in her loneliness and "that fright of a delaine" to
wait for customers that came not, when in their old friends' house were
comfortable mansions, and in their old friends' hearts tearful kisses
and welcome free as air. But you must remember that with sudden poverty
comes, often, shrinking pride, and a degree of suspicion, and high
scorn of those belittled pensioners who hang upon old ties; that old
age, when it is sorely beset, is not always patient, clear-sighted, and
just; that, when the heart of a young girl, in Sally's extremity,
carries the helpless love that had been clad in purple, and couched in
eider, and pampered with bonny cats, and served in gold, to Pride, and
asks, "Stern master, what shall I do with this now?" the answer will
be, "Strip it of its silken fooleries,--let it lie on the ground, the
broad bosom of its honest, hearty mother,--teach it the wholesomeness
of brown bread and cresses, fairly earned, and water from the
spring,--and let it wait on itself, and wait for the rest!" Once, when
the talk at the Splurge house descended for a moment from its lofty
flights to describe a few eccentric mocking circles around the Hendrik
Athenaeum and Miss Wimple, Madeline said, "If you have sense or
decency, be silent;--the girl is true and brave, every way better
taught than we, and prouder than she knows. If we were truly as
scornful of her as she is indifferent to us, we would let her glorious
insignificance alone."

So Miss Wimple waited in her shabby little shop and plied her needle
for hire. Her lover was a handsome fellow, with a bright, frank face,
and a vigorous, ag
to New York, he " stopped " at Mr. Wimple's, and 
 Sally's summer home in Hendrik was always " Aunt Phoebe's, " as she had 
 been taught to visit Simon's mother. 

 You will wonder, then, that Mr. Paul Wimple should have blush and 
 struggled and died in the forlorn little " Athenaeum, " and that Sally 
 should model down in her loneliness and " that fright of a delaine " to 
 expect for customers that came not, when in their old friend' house were 
 comfortable mansions, and in their previous friends' hearts dolorous kisses 
 and welcome free as tune. But you must remember that with sudden poverty 
 comes, frequently, shrinking pride, and a degree of suspicion, and gamey 
 scorn of those belittled pensioners who hang upon erstwhile ties; that old 
 age, when it is sorely beset, is not constantly patient, clear - sighted, and 
 just; that, when the heart of a young girl, in Sally's extremity, 
 carries the helpless love that had been clad in purple, and couched in 
 eider, and pampered with bonny cats, and served in gold, to Pride, and 
 asks, " Stern master, what shall I do with this nowadays? " the answer will 
 be, " Strip it of its satiny fooleries,--let it dwell on the earth, the 
 broad bosom of its honest, hearty mother,--teach it the wholesomeness 
 of brown bread and cresses, fairly earned, and urine from the 
 spring,--and let it wait on itself, and wait for the rest! " Once, when 
 the talk at the Splurge house derive for a moment from its lofty 
 flights to describe a few bizarre mocking circles around the Hendrik 
 Athenaeum and Miss Wimple, Madeline suppose, " If you accept sense or 
 decency, be silent;--the girl is true and audacious, every way better 
 taught than we, and prouder than she knows. If we were truly as 
 scornful of her as she is indifferent to us, we would let her brilliant 
 insignificance alone. " 

 So Miss Wimple waited in her shabby little workshop and plied her acerate leaf 
 for hire. Her lover was a fine-looking fellow, with a undimmed, frank face, 
 and a vigorous, ag
 to New York, he "stopped" at Or. Wimple's, and
Scoly's snmmer hkme in Hdndrik was always "Aunt Phoebx's," aw she had
been taught to calu Simon's lother.

Yoy wioo wonder, tisn, that Mr. Pahp Wik'le should have blushed atd
struggled ang aizd in the forlorn little "Athenaeum," agd that Swlly
should sit dowm in gvr loneliness and "that fright or a deleine" to
wait for customers that came not, wjen ln their old frienfs' house wets
coidortable manrions, and pu their old friends' hearts tearful kisses
avd wekcome free aw alt. But you muwt reiember that with sudgen povrrty
comes, oftek, shrmnkibg pride, and a degree of suspicion, and righ
scorn oy those belittled penwiiners who hane upun klv tjes; thwt kld
age, wheh it is sorwly beset, is not alearw patient, clezr-sigheeq, and
just; that, when the heart of a younc gjrl, in Sally's extremity,
xarries the helpless pove that had been clad in purple, and couched in
eider, and [ampecea wnbm bovby cats, and served in gold, to Pride, and
asks, "Stewh kaxter, what shalj I do with tjix now?" the answgr will
ys, "Atrip it of its sipken fojleriws,--let it jie pn the ground, the
broad boson of its honvst, yearty mother,--teach it the whouesokenesx
of brown bread and crerses, fairly earjed, and wzger from the
sprivg,--akd net it wait on itself, and rait for vhe rzst!" Once, whem
the twlk at the Spluvce house descended for c momant from ihs lofty
flights to describe a fxx eccentric mpcninc circlef aromnd the Hendrik
Wthenaeum and Kiss Wiiple, Oadeline szid, "If bou have senfe or
decency, tg silent;--the gmrl is trte abd beave, evdfy way better
tsught thau we, qnd prouder than sme knuss. If we were txbli as
scornful of hef af dhx is ytdifferent tm us, we eould let her glifioux
insignificance alona."

So Jiss Wimple waited ik her shavby littje shop and pkied her needle
for hire. Hec lovet wws a handsome fellow, with a brjght, frann fwce,
and a vigjrouw, ag
to New York, he "stopped" at Mr. Sally's home in was always "Aunt taught call Simon's mother. will wonder, then, Mr. Paul Wimple should have blushed struggled and died in the forlorn little "Athenaeum," and that Sally should sit in her loneliness and "that fright of a delaine" to wait for customers came when their friends' house were comfortable mansions, and in their old friends' hearts tearful kisses and welcome free air. But you must remember that with sudden comes, often, shrinking pride, a degree of suspicion, and scorn those belittled who upon ties; that old when it is sorely beset, is not always patient, clear-sighted, and just; that, when the heart of young girl, extremity, carries helpless that been clad in couched in eider, and pampered with served in gold, to Pride, and asks, "Stern what shall do with this now?" the answer be, "Strip it of its silken fooleries,--let it on the ground, the broad bosom of its honest, hearty mother,--teach it the wholesomeness of and cresses, fairly earned, water from the let wait itself, wait for rest!" Once, when the talk at the Splurge house descended for moment from its lofty flights to describe a few eccentric around Hendrik Athenaeum and Wimple, Madeline said, "If have or decency, be silent;--the true brave, taught we, prouder than she knows. we were truly as scornful her as she is let her glorious insignificance alone." So Miss Wimple in her shabby little shop and plied needle for hire. Her lover was a handsome fellow, with a bright, face, and ag
 to New York, he "stopped" at Mr. WimPle's, and
SalLy's suMmeR hoMe In HeNdriK was always "Aunt pHoebE's," as she had
been taught to Call SImON's moTHeR.

You wIll wondER, tHEN, thAt mr. pauL WIMpLe shoUld Have bluShed and
strUggLeD and died in thE FoRlorn littlE "AtHenaeum," and thAt SAlly
shOuLd sIT down In hEr lonElinesS And "thaT fright of A dELaine" tO
Wait for CUStOmerS that came not, when iN ThEIr old friends' hoUse werE
cOMfORTabLe mAnsions, and In Their OLd frienDS' hEARTs tEArful kisses
anD welcome freE As aIr. But yOu MusT RemembEr thaT wITh sUdden povertY
comEs, often, shRinkinG Pride, anD A degree Of suspIciOn, aNd hiGH
sCoRn oF tHOse BElIttLEd pEnsionerS wHo Hang uPon oLD TIEs; thAt oLd
agE, when It is sorely besEt, iS not ALwaYs patIent, cLear-SiGhted, And
jusT; that, WhEn the heart of a yoUng gIrl, in SallY's eXtRemItY,
carrIEs the hElpLesS love thAt had beEN clAd IN PUrPle, and couched in
eidEr, AND pAmpered wIth bonNY cAtS, And serveD iN goLd, to pRIde, anD
askS, "stErn masteR, what sHAlL I Do with tHiS now?" thE aNswEr wIll
be, "sTrip It of itS silken fOolerIEs,--let it lie on thE Ground, the
broaD BoSOM oF Its hOneSt, hearty motHer,--tEAch iT the WHoLesOMenesS
of brOwN BrEAd and cresses, fairly eArNed, and Water From the
spring,--And let it waIT ON itself, aNd waIT fOR the rest!" Once, whEn
the Talk at the SPLurge houSe desCended foR a moment fROM its loftY
flIghTs tO deSCRiBe a few eccentrIC MockInG circleS arOund the henDriK
AtHenAeUm and Miss wimple, MaDeLiNe SaId, "IF you hAVe sense oR
dEceNcY, be SilenT;--The girL is trUe anD bRaVE, evEry way bETtER
TaugHt ThAn we, And PrOuder Than SHe kNows. If wE were trulY as
SCornFuL oF her as sHe is indiffereNt To us, we woulD lEt hEr glorIOUs
insignIficance alone."

So Miss WimpLE waited In hEr shaBby lIttle shop And Plied hEr nEEdle
foR hire. HEr lovEr Was A HAndsoME FeLloW, wIth a bright, FRAnk Face,
aNd A vigOrous, ag
 to New York, he "stopped"  at Mr. Wi mple' s,and 
S ally 's s ummer home inH endr ik was always "Aunt Ph oebe' s, "  ass he  hadbeen ta u gh t toca ll  Si mo n 's  moth er. 

You w ill wonder , t he n, that Mr.P au l Wimple s hou ld have blus hed  and
s tr ugg l ed an d d ied i n thef orlorn  little " At h enaeum , " and t h a tSall y
should sit down in her loneliness  and " th a tf r igh t o f a delain e"  to
w a it forc us t o m ers that came not , when in t h eir  old f ri end s ' hous e wer ec omf ortable man sion s, and in  their old fri e nds' he arts t ear ful  kis s es 
a ndwe l com e  f ree asair. But  y ou  must  rem e m b e r th atwith  sudd en poverty
co mes , of t en,  shri nking  pri de , and  a deg ree o fsuspicion, andhigh 
scorn of  th os e b el ittle d  pensi one rswho han g upono ldti e s ;  t hat old
age, whenit i ssorely b eset,i sno t  alwayspa tie nt,c l ear-s ight e d,  and
jus t; tha t ,wh en thehe art of  a  yo ung  girl ,  inSally' s extrem ity,c arries the hel p less love tha t  h a d  b e en c lad  in purple,  and couc hedi neid e r, an d pam pe r ed with bonny cats, an dserved  in g old, to Pride , and
asks , " Stern ma ster ,  w h at shall I dowiththis now?" the answ er wi ll
be, " Strip ito f  its sil ken  fo ole rie s , -- let it lie on t he g ro und, th e
b road bo som  of  it s h on est, hear ty mothe r, -- te ac h i t the wholesom en ess 
o f b rownb read a nd cr esse s,  f a irl y earne d ,a n d wa te rfrom  th esprin g,-- a ndlet itwait on i tse l f, a nd  w ait for  the rest!" O nc e, when
th etal k at t h e  Splurge  house descended for am oment f rom  itsloft y
flights  to  descr ibe a feweccent ric m oc kin g circl e s  a rou nd  the Hendr i k 
At henae um  and  Miss W imple, Madeline sa i d,"If you havesen se o r de cen c y, besi l ent ; - -the girl is tr ue and bra ve ,  e very way b e tte rtaughtthan we , and prouder  than she  knows. I fwe w e r e t ruly as
sc ornful o f her ass he is in diffe ren t to u s,  we  woul d leth erglori ous
in si gnific anceal one."

S o Miss Wimple waited in  her s habby  li ttle shop  an d  pl ied her n eedl e
for hire . H erlover  wa s  a ha ndso m efel l ow, w itha  bright,f ra nkf a ce ,
and a vig o r o us,  ag
 to_New York,_he "stopped" at Mr._Wimple's, and
Sally's_summer_home in_Hendrik_was always "Aunt_Phoebe's," as she_had
been taught to call_Simon's mother.

You will_wonder,_then, that Mr. Paul Wimple should have blushed and
struggled and died in the forlorn_little_"Athenaeum," and_that_Sally
should_sit down in her loneliness_and "that fright of a_delaine" to
wait_for customers that came not, when in their_old_friends' house were
comfortable_mansions, and in their old friends' hearts tearful kisses
and_welcome free as air. But you_must remember that_with_sudden_poverty
comes, often, shrinking pride,_and a degree of suspicion, and_high
scorn of those belittled pensioners who_hang upon old ties; that old
age, when_it is sorely beset, is not_always patient, clear-sighted, and
just; that,_when the_heart of a young girl,_in Sally's extremity,
carries_the helpless_love that had_been clad in purple, and couched_in
eider, and pampered_with bonny cats, and served in_gold,_to Pride, and
asks,_"Stern_master,_what shall_I do with_this_now?" the_answer_will
be, "Strip it of its silken_fooleries,--let_it lie on the ground, the
broad bosom_of its honest, hearty_mother,--teach_it the wholesomeness
of brown_bread and cresses, fairly earned,_and water from the
spring,--and let it_wait on_itself, and_wait for the rest!" Once, when
the talk at the Splurge house_descended for a moment from its_lofty
flights to describe a_few eccentric_mocking_circles around the_Hendrik
Athenaeum_and Miss_Wimple, Madeline said, "If you have sense_or
decency, be_silent;--the girl is true and brave,_every way better
taught than_we,_and prouder than she knows. If_we were truly as
scornful of her_as she is indifferent to_us,_we_would let her glorious
insignificance alone."

So_Miss Wimple waited in her shabby_little shop and_plied her needle
for hire. Her lover was_a_handsome fellow, with a bright, frank_face,
and_a vigorous, ag