"But some country girls are very handsome," said Mrs. Duncan.
"They do not possess this air of refinement generally. And did you observe that she answered in a correct and ladylike manner?"
"Aunt Sophie is captivated. A clear case of love at first sight. Why not adopt her?"
"It would be a charity to take her out of that hovel, if it is her home."
"I shouldn't think of such a thing now, Sophie, with your poor health," said her sister.
There are some natures on which the least contradiction or opposition acts instantly, rousing them to a spirit of defiance. For several years Mrs. Duncan had urged her sister to adopt a child; but she had never found one that answered her requirements. She was not fond of the trouble of small children. Now that Mrs. Duncan had advised contrarywise, Mrs. Osgood was seized with a perverse fit.
"I am sure I need a companion," she returned with martyr-like air.
"Take a young woman then, who can be a companion."
"Here is the blacksmith's," announced George. "I suppose you will have to find some place of refuge;" and he laughed again gayly.