PLAUSABY.] "Albert is smart," said Mrs.Plausaby to her significantly one day; "he would be just the man for you, Isa." "Why, Mrs.Plausaby, I heard you say yourself that his wife would have to do without silk dresses and new bonnets.

For my part, I don't think much of that kind of smartness that can't get a living.

I wouldn't have a man like Mr.Charlton on any, terms." And she believed that she spoke the truth; having never learned to analyze her own feelings, she did not know that all her dislike for Charlton had its root in a secret liking for him, and that having practical ability herself, the kind of ability that did not make a living was just the sort that she admired most.
It was, therefore, without any co-operation between them, that Isabel and young Charlton were both of them putting forth their best endeavor to defeat the plans of Smith Westcott, and avert the sad eclipse which threatened the life of little Katy.

And their efforts in that direction were about equally fruitful in producing the result they sought to avoid.
For whenever Isa talked to little Katy about Westcott, Katy in the goodness of her heart and the vehemence of her love was set upon finding out, putting in order, and enumerating all of his good qualities.

And when Albert attacked him vehemently and called him a coxcomb, and a rake, and a heartless villain, she cried, and cried, out of sheer pity for "poor Mr.Westcott;" she thought him the most persecuted man in the world, and she determined that she would love him more fervently and devotedly than ever, _that_ she would! Her love should atone for all the poor fellow suffered.