Why, if it isn't--no--yes--it is, though--it's that young Captain Bertram, a _most_ stylish young man! He looks elegant in flannels--quite a noble face--I should imagine him to be the image of Julius Caesar--there he comes--and Bee--Bee Meadowsweet with him." "Just like her name," murmured Miss Peters; "just--just like her name, bless her!" The poor, withered heart of the little old maid quite swelled with love and admiration as the beautiful girl, dressed simply all in white, with roses on her cheeks, and sparkles in her eyes, walked to the scene of the coming gayeties in the company of the acknowledged hero of the town.
"Poor Matty Bell, I pity her!" said Mrs.Butler.

"Oh, it has been a sickening sight the way the mother has gone on lately, perfectly sickening; but she'll have her come down, poor woman, and I, for one, will say, serve her right." "We may as well be going, Martha," said Miss Peters.
"Well, I suppose so, since our betters have led the way.

Now, Maria, don't drag behind, and don't ogle me with your eyes more than you can help.

I have made up my mind to have a seat next to Mrs.Bertram at the feast, and to bring her down a peg if I can.

Now, let's come on." The ladies left the house and joined the group of holiday-seekers, who were all going in the direction of the Rectory.