The table and room and furniture, though plain enough and even mean in their character, had notwithstanding a sufficient look of homely comfort.
"You didn't like it up there where you were ?" she went on, changing the places of things on the table with a dissatisfied air.
"Up where, ma'am ?" "O this is not Rufus, -- this is Winthrop, my dear," said Mr.
Forriner.

"Cousin Winthrop has just come down from -- I forget -- from home.

What does brother Landholm call his place, cousin ?" "We sometimes call it after our mountain, 'Wut-a-qut-o.'" How sweet the syllables seemed in Winthrop's lips! "_What ?_" put in the lady.
Winthrop repeated.
"I should never remember it.

-- Then this is another cousin ?" she remarked to Mr.Forriner; -- "and not the one that was here before ?" "No, my dear.

It is Rufus that is in the country up North somewhere -- Cousin Winthrop is coming here to be a lawyer, he tells me." "Will you sit up, cousin ?" said the lady somewhat dryly, after a minute's pause, as her handmaid set a Britannia metal tea- pot on the board.