just like Dr. Lavendar, always making excuses for wrong-doing!--"Which,"
said Mrs. Drayton, "is a strange thing for a minister to do. For my
part, I cannot understand impoliteness in a _Christian_ female. But we
must not judge," Mrs. Drayton ended, with what Willy King called her
"holy look." Without wishing to "judge," it may be said that, in the
matter of manners, Miss Mary North, palpitatingly anxious to be polite,
told the truth. She said things that other people only thought. When
Mrs. Willy King remarked that, though she did not pretend to be a good
housekeeper, she had the backs of her pictures dusted every other day,
Miss North, her chin trembling with shyness, said, with a panting smile:

"That's not good for housekeeping; it's foolish waste of time." Which
was very rude, of course--though Old Chester was not as displeased as
you might have supposed.

While Miss North, timorous and truthful (and determined to be polite),
was putting the house in order before sending for her mother, Old
Chester invited her to tea, and asked her many questions about Letty and
the late Mr. North. But nobody asked whether she knew that her opposite
neighbor, Captain Price, might have been her father;--at least that was
the way Miss Ellen's girls expressed it. Captain Price himself did not
enlighten the daughter he did not have; but he went rolling across the
street, and pulling off his big shabby felt hat, stood at the foot of
the steps, and roared out: "Morning! Anything I can do for you?" Miss
North, indoors, hanging window-curtains, her mouth full of tacks, shook
her head. Then she removed the tacks and came to the front door.

"Do you smoke, sir?"

Captain Price removed his pipe from his mouth and looked at it. "Why! I