He never was tired of praising them up to the skies, to mortify the rest
of us into good behavior. She was the wonder for the girls' side and he
for the boys',--two copies that we were to sing up to. I think they were
a little proud of the distinction. They were kind of brought together by
it, so that they did not see any harm at all in singing out of the same
note-book."
"I suppose not," said Jerusha.
"Well, there was one girl in the school,--I dare say she _was_ a
giggling, mischief-making thing, for everybody said so--"
"Is she living now?" I asked.
"Yes, indeed."
"Does _she_ sing now?" asked Jerusha.
"Well,--not much."
"Then," said I, "she must be married, too."
"No, she is not," said Aunt Clara, with a plaintive and very positive
emphasis on the negative particle,--"no, she is not."
"Then why does she not sing?" I asked.
"Nobody will look over the same note-book with her," said Jerusha.
"O, you girls may have your own fun now," said Aunt Clara. "You will see
the world with a sadder face by and by."
"Not if we look at it through your spectacles, aunty," I answered.
"Dear me; well, the Lord _has_ been kind, to me," said Aunt Clara, "if I
am a spinster still. But we must make haste.
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