"I know you will at least agree with me, in thinking that I have made a prudent choice. The welfare of my children is indeed my chief consideration. I find, Agnes, that they require a stronger hand than mine to manage them. Long before Evert went to sea, he was completely his own master; there were only two persons who had any influence over him, one is his grandfather, the other, a gentleman who will, I suppose, before long, become nearly connected with him. I frankly acknowledge that I have no control over him myself; it is a mortifying fact to confess, but my system of education, though an excellent one in theory, has not succeeded in practice."
'Because,' thought Miss Agnes, 'there is too much theory, my good sister.' "But you have not yet named the gentleman," she added, aloud.
"Oh, I have no doubt of your approving my choice! He is a most worthy, excellent man--of course, at my time of life, I shall not make a love-match. Can't you guess the individual--one of my Longbridge neighbours?"
"From Longbridge," said Miss Wyllys, not a little surprised. "Edward Tibbs, perhaps," she added, smiling. He was an unmarried man, and one of the Longbridge beaux.
"Oh, no; how can you think me so silly, Agnes! I am ashamed of you! It is a very different person; the family are great favourites of your's."
"One of the Van Hornes?" Mrs. Wyllys shook her head.
"One of the Hubbards?--Is it John Hubbard, the principal of the new Academy?" inquired Miss Agnes, faintly.
"Do you suppose I would marry a man of two-or-three-and-twenty!" exclaimed Mrs. Wyllys with indignation. "It is his uncle; a man against whom there can be no possible objection--Mr. James Hubbard."
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The citizens of Perth seemed to regard the coming battle
“Food will be ready,” she said and crossed herself
There was no use trying to explain, for he would never
The wide heavens about her seemed to promise a greater
for presently the two forces spread out over the purple
and the Covenant, and perhaps take back some of the MacDonald
long thorn, regarded her clay figure thoughtfully, and
lamp was incapable of penetrating the fog. He groped with
Kelpie looked at them. There was, she felt, a definite
composed. When we reached Lemuy we had much difficulty
and started south to the sound of pipes playing valiantly.