"But I do think him so handsome," broke from Miss Tildy's lips, in a half audible voice.
"Whom?" asked Miss Bradly.
"Why, the stranger of last evening; the fair-browed Robert Worth."
"Handsome, indeed, is he!" was the reply.
"I hope, Matilda Peterkin, you would not be so disloyal to the South, and to the very honorable institution under which your father accumulated his wealth, as to even admire a low-flung northern Abolitionist;" and Miss Jane reddened with all a Southron's ire.
Miss Bradly was about to speak, but to what purpose the world to this day remains ignorant, for oath after oath, and blasphemy by the volley, so horrible that I will spare myself and the reader the repetition, proceeded from the room of Mr. Peterkin.
The ladies sprang to their feet, and, in terror, rushed from the apartment.