If we are to be prying and spying into all the dismals of life, we should have no heart to anything.

'T is like looking too close into the details of Dinah's kitchen;" and St.Clare lay back on the sofa, and busied himself with his paper.
Miss Ophelia sat down, and pulled out her knitting-work, and sat there grim with indignation.

She knit and knit, but while she mused the fire burned; at last she broke out--"I tell you, Augustine, I can't get over things so, if you can.

It's a perfect abomination for you to defend such a system,--that's _my_ mind!" "What now ?" said St.Clare, looking up.

"At it again, hey ?" "I say it's perfectly abominable for you to defend such a system!" said Miss Ophelia, with increasing warmth.
"_I_ defend it, my dear lady?
Who ever said I did defend it ?" said St.
Clare.
"Of course, you defend it,--you all do,--all you Southerners.