great sense, but I don't see, that because one has great sense,
that one should not think well and kindly of those who have little,
provided they be good, and are willing to be friendly. Now, a good
heart seems to be the very best thing that nature can give us;
and I know, Margaret, that there's no two better hearts in all
Charlemont--perhaps in all the world, though I won't say that--than
cousin Ned Hinkley, and Jason Lightner, and--"

"I don't deny their merits and their virtues, and their goodness
of heart, William Hinkley," was the answer of the maiden--"I only
say that the possession of these qualities gives them no right to
claim my sympathies or affection. These claims are only founded upon
congeniality of character and mind, and without this congeniality,
there can be no proper, no lasting intimacy between persons. They
no doubt, will find friends between whom and themselves, this
congeniality exists. I, on the other hand, must be permitted to find
mine, after my own ideas, and as I best can. But if I do not--the
want of them gives me no great concern. I find company enough, and
friends enough, even in these woods, to satisfy the desires of my
heart at present; I am not anxious to extend my acquaintance or
increase the number of my intimates."

William Hinkley, who had become somewhat warmed by the argument,
could have pursued the discussion somewhat further; but the tones
and manner of his companion, to say nothing of her words, counselled
him to forbear. Still, he was not disposed altogether to give up
his attempts to secure her presence for the evening party.

"But if you don't come for the company, Margaret, recollect the
music. Even if Ned Hinkley was a perfect fool, which he is not,