d sermon it was," said the father; "a bit flowery, to suit the maidens, I suppose."
"And she said it all off to me, quite beautiful," said Rose, who had stayed at home.
"And what does the child want to be doing? I won't have her go back to her books again, to worry her head into aching."
"No, that's not what she wants. Her notion is to run in and out and see to old Widow Long."
"Widow Long!" exclaimed the baker. "Why, she's got as slandering a tongue as any in the parish! Give the poor old soul a loaf or a sup of broth if you like, but I'll not have my girl running in and out to hear all the gossip of the place, and worse."
"I knew you would say so, Ambrose," returned Charlotte. "All the same, the child's thought shames me that I've never done anything for the poor old thing; and she won't harm me."
Ambrose chuckled a little. "I don't know but aunt likes a spice of gossip as much as her niece. 'Tis she tells us all the news."
"Well, I can get plenty of that in