"I teach music. I can not dream over 'one, two, three.'"


"*You*--a music teacher!"

"For six years."

I was aware that he looked at me from head to foot, and I picked
at the lace on my invariable black silk; but what did it matter
whether I owned that I was a genteel pauper, representing my aunt's
position for two months, or not?

"Where?"

"In Waterbury."

"Waterbury differs from Newport."

"I suppose so."

"You suppose!"

A young gentleman sauntered by us, and Mr. Uxbridge called to him
to look up the Misses Uxbridge, his nieces, on the other side of
the hall.

"Paterfamilias Uxbridge has left his brood in my charge," he
said. "I try to do my duty," and he held out a twisted pearl-
colored glove, which he had pulled off while talking. What white