"Mamma, dearest mamma, you talk of one wedding, what would you say to two more? Indeed, we liked the breakfast, and shall like the recollection of it all our lives; mamma, we are both so happy, so very happy, if it were not for the notion of leaving papa and you—Rose is engaged to Mr. Harcourt."
"And Janet to Mr. Greydon," added Rose.
"My dear, dear children," gasped Mrs. Hopkinson, "do stop a minute, I can't understand these sudden changes. Oh! where is John? He said it would be so, and I thought it was all nonsense; and so you are both engaged, and that dear Mr. Greydon will be our son; such a good man, and we have always looked up to him as something quite above us. And I shall like Mr. Harcourt, Janet, no, Rose, I mean, quite as much when I know him as well, And, my darlings, I will say that for you, that such good daughters will make excellent wives, and I hope you will both be as happy in your married lives as I have been. But I wish John would come
