mon, and I very much dislike teaching the children; but I like wearing my best bonnet, and singing in the choir, and walking part of the way home with"
"With whom?"
"With any one who offers to walk with me."
"With Mr. Johnson, for instance," said I.
Mr. Johnson is a young lawyer in the village, who calls here once a week, and whose attentions to Miss Blunt have been remarked.
"Yes," she answered, "Mr. Johnson will do as an instance."
"How he will miss you!"
"I suppose he will. We sing off the same book. What are you laughing at? He kindly permits me to hold the book, while he stands with his hands in his pockets. Last Sunday I quite lost patience. 'Mr. Johnson,' said I, 'do hold the book! Where are your manners?' He burst out laughing in the midst of the reading. He will certainly have to hold the book to-day."
"What a 'masterful soul' he is! I suppose he will call after meeting."
"Perhaps he will. I hope so."
"I hope he won't," said I, roundly. "I am going to sit down here and talk to you, and I wish our tête-à-tête not to be interrupted."
"Have you anything particular to say?"
