est trousers, and had heavily oiled the little fringe at the
back of his head, which, however, refused to become darker. But what
distressed him most was his nose--it was very red. He rubbed his finger
and thumb on the wall, and put a little whitewash on it; but, finding
it rather made matters worse, he rubbed it off again. Then he looked
carefully into his own eyes. They certainly were a little pulled down at
the outer corners, which gave them the appearance of looking crosswise;
but then they were a nice blue. So he put on his best coat, took up his
stick, and went out to supper, feeling on the whole well satisfied.

"Aunt," said Trana to Tant Sannie when that night they lay together in
the great wooden bed, "why does the Englishman sigh so when he looks at
me?"

"Ha!" said Tant Sannie, who was half asleep, but suddenly started, wide
awake. "It's because he thinks you look like me. I tell you, Trana,"
said Tant Sannie, "the man is mad with love of me. I told him the other
night I couldn't marry till Em was sixteen, or I'd lose all the sheep
her father left me. And he talked about Jacob working seven years and
seven years again for his wife. And of course he meant me," said Tant
Sannie pompously. "But he won't get me so easily as he thinks; he'll
have to ask more than once."

"Oh!" said Trana, who was a lumpish girl and not much given to talking;
but presently she added, "Aunt, why does the Englishman always knock
against a person when he passes them?"

"That's because you are always in the way," said Tant Sannie.

"But, aunt," said Trana, presently, "I think he is very ugly."

"Phugh!" said Tant Sannie. "It's only because we're not accustomed to
such noses in this country. In his country he says all the people have
such noses, and the redder your nose is the higher you are. He's of the
family of the Queen Victoria, you know," said Tant Sannie, wakening up
with her subject; "and he doesn't think anything of governors and church
elders and such people; they are nothing to him. When his aunt with
the dropsy dies he'll have money enough to buy all the farms in this
district."

"Oh!" said Trana. That certainly made a difference.

"Yes," said Tant Sannie; "and he's only forty-one, though you'd take him
to be sixty. And he told me last night the real reason of his baldness."

Tant Sannie then proceeded to relate how, at eighteen years of age,
Bonaparte had courted a fair young lady. How a deadly rival, jealous
of h