nd in a grand way he had, that seemed to bespeak him always the proprietor, no matter in whose house he chanced to be.
"Thank you, Mr. Hardcastle, not this morning. I was just telling Miss Phebe I ought to be at work. Good-morning, Mrs. Lane. Good-morning, Mrs. Upjohn--Mrs. Hardcastle--Miss Delano--Miss Brooks."
And with a cheery bow to each individual head, craning itself forward to have a look at the unusual young man who had work to do, the Rev. Mr. Halloway walked off to his rectory, which was directly opposite, giving a merry glance back at Phebe from the other side of the street. Phebe was still smiling as she went with the stocking to its owner.
"Thank you, my dear," said Mrs. Hardcastle, taking it from her without looking. "Oh, my child, how could you be so careless! You have let me pull out one of the needles. Well--well."
Phebe took the work silently back, and sat herself down on a stool to remedy the mischief.
"A nice young fellow enough," remarked Mr. Hardcastle, condescendingly, re