following dialogue passed between them: "La! cousin Lucy," said Miss
Millicent, "when shall we get you to York? I long to show you a little
of the world, and to introduce you to my friend, Mrs. Stokes, the
milliner."

"My father says that he does not wish that I should be acquainted with
Mrs. Stokes," said Lucy.

"Your father! Nonsense, child. Your father has lived all his life in the
country, the Lord knows where; he has not lived in York, as I have; so
how can he know any thing upon earth of the world?--what we call the
world, I mean."

"I do not know, cousin Milly, what you call the world; but I think
that he knows more of Mrs. Stokes than I do; and I shall trust to his
opinion, for I never knew him speak ill of any body without having good
reason for it. Besides, it is my duty to obey my father."

"Duty! La! Gracious me! She talks as if she was a baby in
leading-strings," cried Miss Milly, laughing; but she was mortified at
observing that Marvel did not join, as she had expected, in the laugh:
so she added, in a scornful tone, "Perhaps I'm in the wrong box;
and that Mr. Marvel is one of them that admires pretty babes in
leading-strings."

"I am one of those that admire a good daughter, I confess," said Marvel;
"and," said he, lowering his voice, "that love her too."

Miss Milly coloured with anger, and Lucy with an emotion that she had
never felt before. As they returned home, they met Mr. Harrison, and the