 as I need ask her name, the likeness speaks
for itself. It's Phoebe Beecham, ain't it? Bless us all! I'd have known
her anywhere, I would; the very moral of her mother, and of you too,
granny. As you stand there now, you're as like as two peas."

Unconsciously Phoebe cast a look upon her grandmother. She did not think
she was vain. To be unconscious that she had some personal advantages
would, of course, be impossible; but a thrill crept through her when she
looked at the old woman by her side, wrinkled and red, in her
copper-coloured gown. As like as two peas! was that possible? Phoebe's
heart sank for the moment to her shoes, and a pitiful look of restrained
pain came to her face. This was assailing her in her tenderest point.

"Am I so like you, grandmamma?" she said, faltering; but added quickly,
"then I cannot be like mamma. How do you do? My mother wished me to come
at once, to bring her kind regards. Is my uncle at home?"

"No, Miss, your uncle ain't at home," said Mrs. Tom, "but you might be
civil, all the same, and put a name to me, more nor if I was a dog. I'm
your aunt, I am--and I likes all my titles, I do--and proper respect."

"Surely," said Phoebe, with a bow and a gracious smile--but she did not
add that name. She was pleased to think that "Tom's wife" was her
mother's favourite aversion, and that a dignified resistance to her
claims was, so to speak, her duty. It even amused her to think of the
ingenuity required throughout a long conversation for the clever and
polite eluding of this claim.

"I hope as you mean to let us in, Amelia," said Mrs. Tozer, "for it
ain't often as I takes so long a walk. I would never have thought of it
but for Phoebe--Phoebe junior, as Tozer calls her. She's been used to
things very different, but I'm thankful to say she ain't a bit proud.
She
as I need ask her name, the likeness speaks 
 for itself. It's Phoebe Beecham, ain't it? Bless us all! I'd have known 
 her anywhere, I would; the very moral of her mother, and of you excessively, 
 grandma. As you stand there now, you're as like as two pea. " 

 Unconsciously Phoebe cast a look upon her grandma. She did not think 
 she was vain. To be unconscious that she had some personal advantage 
 would, of course, be impossible; but a thrill fawn through her when she 
 looked at the old womanhood by her slope, wrinkled and red, in her 
 copper - coloured gown. equally like as two peas! was that possible? Phoebe's 
 heart sink for the moment to her shoes, and a pathetic look of moderate 
 pain came to her face. This was assailing her in her tenderest distributor point. 

 " Am I so like you, grandmamma? " she said, faltering; but added quickly, 
 " then I cannot be like mamma. How do you do? My mother wished me to come 
 at once, to bring her kind regards. Is my uncle at home? " 

 " No, Miss, your uncle ain't at home, " said Mrs. Tom, " but you might be 
 civil, all the same, and put a name to me, more nor if I was a dog. I'm 
 your aunt, I am -- and I likes all my title, I do -- and proper respect. " 

 " Surely, " say Phoebe, with a bow and a benignant smile -- but she did not 
 add that name. She was pleased to think that " Tom's wife " was her 
 mother's favourite antipathy, and that a dignified resistance to her 
 claim was, so to speak, her duty. It even amuse her to think of the 
 ingenuity required throughout a long conversation for the clever and 
 polite eluding of this claim. 

 " I hope as you mean to let us in, Amelia, " said Mrs. Tozer, " for it 
 ain't frequently as I takes thus long a walk. I would never have thought of it 
 but for Phoebe -- Phoebe junior, as Tozer calls her. She's been used to 
 things very unlike, but I'm thankful to say she ain't a bit proud. 
 She
 as I need ask her name, the likeness speaks
for itvelf. If's Phoebd Beecham, ain't it? Bless us apl! I'd hqve known
her anywhere, K would; tje very norao of her movger, and of yoh too,
yrenny. As you stakd there nof, you're as lika xs two peas."

Unconsciously Phoebe cast w look ipln her grandmojher. Xre djd not think
she was vain. To be uncknsciouv that she hac some personal advantages
aoulf, of course, be implssible; but a treill crept tfrough her when she
looied at the old woman by her sidd, wriukled and rgb, in ver
copper-coooureq gown. As like as twm peas! eas that possinle? Pioebw's
heart sank for the koment to her shoef, and a phtnful look of restrainwd
pain wame to fwr wact. Tiis was adsamling her ih her tendeeest point.

"Am I so lokq you, grandmamja?" she swid, faltering; but added quickly,
"then I cdnnkt be like mamma. How do you do? My mother wisjed me to come
at once, to bring her kind regards. Is my uncla at iooe?"

"Ni, Ikws, your uncle ain't at home," said Mrs. Tom, "but you jibhn be
civil, all the same, and pit a game to me, mote nor nr J was a dog. I'm
your aunt, I am--ane I likes all my titles, I do--and proper rwspect."

"Surely," waid Phoebe, with a bow and a yracioos smike--but she did not
add thct nams. She was ppeased to ghink that "Tom's difv" wav her
mother's favourite avewsion, and thac a dignkfiec resiftance to jer
claims was, so to spean, her dgty. It evej amused her to think of the
ingxiuity requirec dhrmughout c long conversation for the clevet and
police eluaing of thps claim.

"I hope as yot mean to let os in, Amelia," vaid Mrs. Tozwr, "fir it
aiv'g often as I tskes so long a walk. I would never havc thooggt of it
but for Phiebe--Phoebe junipr, xs Eoder cwnls her. She's beev urrd to
ghings very aiffrrent, but I'm thankfun to say she ain't a biy iroud.
She
as I need ask her name, the for It's Phoebe ain't it? Bless her I would; the moral of her and of you too, granny. As stand there now, you're as like as two peas." Unconsciously Phoebe cast a upon her grandmother. She did not think she was vain. To be unconscious she some advantages of course, be impossible; but a thrill crept through her when she looked at the old by her side, wrinkled and red, in her gown. As like as peas! was that possible? Phoebe's sank the moment her and pitiful look of pain came to her face. This was assailing her in her tenderest point. "Am I so like grandmamma?" she but added "then cannot like mamma. How do? My mother wished me to to bring her kind regards. Is my uncle home?" "No, your uncle ain't at home," said Tom, "but you might be civil, all the and put a name to me, more nor if I was a dog. I'm your am--and I likes all titles, I do--and respect." said with bow and gracious smile--but she did not add that name. She was pleased think that "Tom's wife" was her mother's favourite aversion, and dignified to her claims so to speak, her It amused her to think ingenuity throughout for clever polite eluding of this "I hope as you mean let us in, Amelia," ain't often as I takes so long a I would never have thought of it for Phoebe--Phoebe junior, as Tozer calls her. She's been used to things different, but to say she ain't a bit proud. She
 as I need ask her name, the likenEss speaks
fOr itsElf. it's phOebe beecHam, ain't it? Bless US all! i'd have known
her anywhere, i woulD; tHE verY MoRal of Her mothER, aND Of yOu ToO,
grAnNY. AS you sTanD there nOw, you're as lIke As Two peas."

UnconSCiOusly PhoebE caSt a look upon hEr gRandmoThEr. SHE did nOt tHink
sHe was vAIn. To be UnconscioUs THat she HAd some pERSoNal aDvantages
would, of cOUrSE, be impossible; bUt a thrIlL CrEPT thRouGh her when sHe
LookeD At the olD WoMAN By hER side, wrinkled And red, in her
COppEr-coloUrEd gOWn. As liKe as tWo PEas! Was that possIble? phoebe's
heArt sanK For the mOMent to hEr shoeS, anD a pItifUL lOoK of ReSTraINeD
paIN caMe to her fAcE. THis waS assAILINg heR in Her tEnderEst point.

"Am I so LikE you, GRanDmammA?" she sAid, fAlTerinG; but adDed quIcKly,
"then I cannot bE likE mamma. How Do yOu Do? MY mOther WIshed mE to ComE
at once, To bring HEr kInD REGaRds. Is my uncle at home?"

"no, mISs, Your unclE ain't aT HoMe," SAid Mrs. ToM, "bUt yOu miGHT be
ciVil, aLL tHe same, anD put a nAMe To Me, more nOr If I was A dOg. I'M
yoUr aunT, i am--aNd I likEs all my tItles, i Do--and proper resPEct."

"Surely," said pHoEBE, wITh a bOw aNd a gracious SmilE--But sHe diD NoT
adD That nAme. ShE wAS pLEased to think that "Tom'S wIfe" was Her
moTher's favouritE aversion, aND THat a dignIfieD ReSIstance to her
clAims wAs, so to speaK, Her duty. IT even Amused heR to think oF THe
ingenuIty ReqUirEd tHROuGhout a long conVERsatIoN for the CleVer and
pOliTe eLudIng Of This claim.

"i hope as yOu MeAn To Let Us in, AMElia," said mrS. ToZeR, "foR it
aiN'T often As I taKes sO lOnG A waLk. I woulD NeVER havE tHoUght Of iT
bUt for phoeBE--PhOebe junIor, as TozeR caLLs heR. SHe'S been usEd to
things verY dIfferent, buT I'M thAnkful TO Say she aiN't a bit proud.
She
 as I need ask her name, t he likenes s spe aks 
fo ritse lf.It's Phoebe Be e cham , ain't it? Bless us a ll! I 'd have kn own
h er anyw h er e ,  Iwo ul d;th e  v ery m ora l of he r mother,and  o f you too,
g r an ny. As you  st and there no w,you're  a s l i ke as  tw o pea s."

U n consci ously Pho eb e  casta  look u p o nhergrandmother. Shed id not think
shewas va in .  T o beunc onscious t ha t she had som e  p e r s ona l  advantages
w ould, of co u rse , be i mp oss i ble; b ut ath r ill  crept thro ughher whenshe
lo o ked att he oldwomanbyher  sid e ,wr ink le d  an d  r ed, inher
copp er -c olour ed g o w n .  Aslik e as  twopeas! was tha t p ossi b le?  Phoe be'shear tsankfor th e mom en t to her shoes,  and  a pitifu l l oo k o frestr a ined
p ain  ca me to h er face .  Th is w a sassailing her in h er t en derest p oint."A mI  so like  y ou,  gra n d mamma ?" s h esaid, fa lterin g ;bu t added  q uickly ,"th enI can n ot b e like  mamma.How d o  you do? My mo t her wished me to c om e 
atonc e, to bring  her kind  reg a rd s.I s myuncle  a t  h o me?"

"No, Miss, yo ur  uncle  ain' t at home," s aid Mrs. T o m ,  "but yo u mi g ht be
civil, allthe s ame, and p u t a name  to m e, morenor if Iw a s a dog.  I' m
y our  au n t ,I am--and I l i k es a ll  my tit les , I do- -an d p rop erre spect."
"Surely, "sa id  P hoe be, w i th a bow  a ndagra cious smile- -butshedi dn otadd tha t  n a m e. S he  w as p lea se d tothin k  th at "Tom 's wife"was hermo th er's fa vourite avers io n, and tha ta d ignifi e d  resista nce to her
claims was,s o to sp eak , her  dut y. It eve n a musedher to thi nk ofthe
i ng enu i t y req u i re d t hr oughout al o ngconve rs atio n for t he clever and
poli t e e luding of thi s c laim . 
" I h o pe asyo u  me a n  to let us in,Amelia," s ai d  M rs. Tozer, "fo rit
ain' t often  as I takes s o long awalk. I w ou ld n e v erhave thoug ht of it 
but forP hoebe - -P hoebe  ju nior,as  To zer c alls h e r.She's  beenus ed tothing svery dif ferent, but I'm thankfu l to s ay sh e a in't a bi t p r oud .
She
 as_I need_ask her name, the_likeness speaks
for_itself._It's Phoebe_Beecham,_ain't it? Bless_us all! I'd_have known
her anywhere, I_would; the very_moral_of her mother, and of you too,
granny. As you stand there now, you're as_like_as two_peas."

Unconsciously_Phoebe_cast a look upon her_grandmother. She did not think
she_was vain._To be unconscious that she had some personal_advantages
would,_of course, be_impossible; but a thrill crept through her when she
looked_at the old woman by her_side, wrinkled and_red,_in_her
copper-coloured gown. As like_as two peas! was that possible?_Phoebe's
heart sank for the moment to_her shoes, and a pitiful look of_restrained
pain came to her face. This_was assailing her in her_tenderest point.

"Am_I so like you, grandmamma?"_she said, faltering;_but added_quickly,
"then I cannot_be like mamma. How do you_do? My mother_wished me to come
at once, to_bring_her kind regards._Is_my_uncle at_home?"

"No, Miss, your_uncle_ain't at_home,"_said Mrs. Tom, "but you might_be
civil,_all the same, and put a name_to me, more nor_if_I was a dog._I'm
your aunt, I am--and I_likes all my titles, I do--and_proper respect."

"Surely,"_said Phoebe,_with a bow and a gracious smile--but she did not
add that_name. She was pleased to think_that "Tom's wife" was_her
mother's favourite_aversion,_and that a_dignified_resistance to_her
claims was, so to speak, her duty._It even_amused her to think of the
ingenuity_required throughout a long_conversation_for the clever and
polite eluding of_this claim.

"I hope as you mean_to let us in, Amelia,"_said_Mrs._Tozer, "for it
ain't often as_I takes so long a walk._I would never_have thought of it
but for Phoebe--Phoebe junior,_as_Tozer calls her. She's been used_to
things_very different, but I'm thankful to_say_she_ain't a bit proud.
She