"Good Lord! what's the man talking about ?" "Yes, sir," said my father, rousing himself, "such was Giles Tibbets, M.
A., Sol Scientiarum, tutor to the humble scholar you address, and father to poor Kitty.

He left me his Elzevirs; he left me also his orphan daughter." "Oh! as a wife--" "No, as a ward.

So she came to live in my house.

I am sure there was no harm in it.

But my neighbors said there was, and the widow Weltraum told me the girl's character would suffer.