even took the child into Old Chester
one day to get William King to pull a
little loose white tooth. Philly shook
very much during the operation and
mingled her tears with Mary's in that
empty and bleeding moment that follows
the loss of a tooth. She was so
passionately tender with the little girl
that the doctor told Dr. Lavendar that
his match-making scheme seemed likely
to prosper--"she's so fond of the sister,
you should have heard her sympathize
with the little thing!--that I think she
will smile on the brother," he said.

"I'm afraid the brother hasn't cut his
wisdom teeth yet," Dr. Lavendar said,
doubtfully; "if he had, you might pull
them, and she could sympathize with
him; then it would all arrange itself.
Well, he's a nice boy, a nice boy;--
and he won't know so much when he gets
a little older."

It was on the way home from Dr.
King's that Philippa's feeling of
responsibility about Mary brought her a
sudden temptation. They were walking
hand in hand along the road. The
leaves on the mottled branches of the