Well--well." Phebe took the work silently back, and sat herself down on a stool to remedy the mischief.
"A nice young fellow enough," remarked Mr.Hardcastle, condescendingly, returning to the group of ladies.

"But he'll never set the river on fire." "No need he should, is there ?" said Mrs.Upjohn, looking up sharply from her embroidery.

She always contradicted, if only for argument's sake, so that even her assents usually took a negative form.

"It's enough if he's able to put out a fire in _that_ Church.

It doesn't take much of a man, I understand, to fill an Episcopalian pulpit." (Nobody had ever yet been able to teach the good dame the difference between Episcopal and Episcopalian, and she preferred the undivided use of the latter word.) "Any thing will go down with them." "Yes, my dear Mrs.Upjohn.