"Eleanor!" exclaimed her cousin reprovingly.
"Why, he'd marry any one of the Canter girls who would have him, or Aunt Sophia, or——"
"Eleanor, don't be profane."
The old lady looked so shocked that the girl ran over and kissed her, with a laugh.
"Why, I've told him so."
"Told him? You haven't!"
"Yes, I have. I told him so when he tried to marry me. Then he tried Aunt Sophia."
"What! Eleanor, you are incorrigible. You really are. But do tell me about it. Did he really court you? Why, he's old enough to be your——"
"Grandfather," interrupted the girl. "That's what I told him, substantially."
"Served him right, too. But he must be a fine preacher from what my old friend, Pansy Tipps, once wrote me. Did you ever meet Pansy Tipps? She and her sister live in your city. They went there years ago to press a claim they had to a large fortune left them by their father, Colonel Tipps, who used to be a very rich man, but left his affairs somewhat complicated, I gather from what Pansy writes me, or did write, for she does not write very often now. I wish you'd go and see them when you go back."