g in the wind. Then Mrs. Chapman and
her gushing, blue-eyed daughter had condescended to visit at
Toodleburg's, and could make themselves quite agreeable at Angeline's
tea-table. And then Angeline, good, kind Angeline, with her face still
bright with gentleness and love, was always so happy When Mattie called.
Then there was something so simple, so frank and straightforward in
Mattie's nature. Angeline could not help loving her. And the affection
she cherished for Tite, who was the idol of her thoughts, strengthened
the ties of their love.

"We have not forgot you, you see," said Mrs. Chapman, as she bowed
herself into Toodleburg's little house one evening. "We expected company
at home to-night, but says I to my dear husband, 'you know, my dear
husband,' (here Mrs. Chapman bowed to her dear husband, who had followed
her,) 'we have been promising so long to visit Mr. and Mrs.
Toodleburg.'"

Angeline bowed and invited her visitors to be seated, while Hanz gave
Chapman a hearty shake of the hand, and an assurance that no man was
more welcome under his roof. "Always glad to see mine friends," said
Hanz. "You shall take seats, and be shust so much at home as you is in
your own house." And he drew one big chair up for Chapman, and another
for Mrs. Chapman. "Peoples always makes themselves at home in mine
house."

"You must excuse our humble little place," Angeline said; "we are plain,
every-day people." And she made Mrs. Chapman a low courtesy, as that
stout, bustling woman, apparently overcome with the heat, settled her
solid circumference into a chair.

"Dear a me," rejoined Mrs. Chapman, "what happy people you ought to be.
Everything so comfortable round you, you know, and all your own. What a
blessing to have things all your own." Here Mrs. Chapman raised her
bonnet carefully and used it as a fan.

"Yes, we are quite unpretending people," Angeline repeated. "What we
have got is our own. We are getting old now, and if we die owing nobody
a shilling we shall die in peace." And her sweet face lighted up with a
smile, the true reflex of that goodness her heart was so full of.

"It's so warm--I'm about melted," rejoined Mrs. Chapman, not appearing
to notice what Angeline had said. "And this is my new bonnet, you see.
Bonnets cost so much money now. People are getting so fashionable, and
to be anybody you must keep up appearances." She held her bonnet up
admiringly. "And my dear, good husband there--he's such a good
hus