villain; I wish I could. All the mischief in this world is done
by lovable people. Thank Heaven, nobody ever dared to call me
lovable!"

"I should like to see any one dare call you anything else,--you
dear, old, soft-hearted darling!" interposed Kate.

"But, aunt," persisted Harry, "if you only knew what the mass
of young men are--"

"Don't I?" interrupted the impetuous lady. "What is there that
is not known to any woman who has common sense, and eyes enough
to look out of a window?"

"If you only knew," Harry went on, "how superior Phil Malbone
is, in his whole tone, to any fellow of my acquaintance."

"Lord help the rest!" she answered. "Philip has a sort of
refinement instead of principles, and a heart instead of a
conscience,--just heart enough to keep himself happy and
everybody else miserable."

"Do you mean to say," asked the obstinate Hal, "that there is
no difference between refinement and coarseness?"

"Yes, there is," she said.

"Well, which is best?"

"Coarseness is safer by a great deal," said Aunt Jane, "in the