L.Wiscomb; nice man, I should think.

Another big, sheepish-looking man said, 'And me, Miss Bell.' His name is Thaddler; his wife is very disagreeable.

Some of the women are favorably impressed, but the old-fashioned kind--my! 'If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence!'-- but it don't." She wrote herself into a good humor, and dwelt at considerable length on the pleasant episode of the minister and young Mrs.Weatherstone's remarks.

"I liked her," she wrote.

"She's a nice woman--even if she is rich." There was a knock at her door.