Mrs.Chapman found great consolation in this letter, and sat down to read it to her dear husband, who had moved up nearer to the lamp and opened the last great-work on the new doctrine.
When she had finished reading it she paused for a moment, and then spoke.

"Have you noticed, my dear," she enquired, and again hesitating, "what has been going on between our Mattie-- ?" Again she hesitated.
Expecting what was coming, Chapman interposed by saying, "Don't be afraid to speak, my darling; I know what you mean." "I meant," resumed Mrs.Chapman, blushing and looking very serious, "I meant, have you noticed the attention that sailor-boy--( young Toodlebug did you call him ?) horrors! what a name--was paying to our Mattie ?" "Burg, my dear, not bug," rejoined Chapman.
"People are beginning to talk about it, and they say such things!" The good woman blushed, and assumed an air of great seriousness.

"The young man may be well enough, but then the Toodlebugs are only a common Dutch family." "Toodleburgs, my dear, not bugs.

The name makes a great difference with some people," rejoined Chapman, correctively.

"Very natural, my dear, very natural.