Even you understand that.' 'Oh, I can get an old man--don't be afraid, said Rose.

'Or must I have and old woman, aunt ?' The lady raised her eyelids slowly on Rose, and thought: 'If you were soundly whipped, my little madam, what a good thing it would be for you.' And that good thing Mrs.Shorne was willing to do for Rose.

She turned aside, and received the salute of an unmistakable curate on foot.
'Ah, Mr.Parsley, you lend your countenance to the game, then ?' The curate observed that sound Churchmen unanimously supported the game.
'Bravo!' cried Rose.

'How I like to hear you talk like that, Mr.
Parsley.

I didn't think you had so much sense.