Betsy : It's more of a shame tbau a pity ' And when one thinks that she's hnd one huu dred already !

Sarah (still looking at. the photographs) i Which would you take, Betsy ?

Betsy : Why, the Major, of course ! He's a floe, handsome, commanding gentleman —a more military-lookingefficer I never set eyes on, My word '. How evetyone abuiit him would have to be at a bidding !

Sarah : And his wife, too. Betsy : Yts, but think low proud she would teel to be able to walk into a room with a man like tUt !

Sarah : She might walk into rooms with him for hundreds of years without his ever being proud of anyone but himself, and let her look ever so beautiful, he woul 1 only feel it was h?r duty to do her best to match him

Bitsy (looking at cue photograph): Per haps, but you don't often sie such a handsi me min as that, and how can he help knowing it ? Sarah (looking at the other) : Mr. Au»tell is very handiome, too, when »ne comet to look at him.
Betsy : So he is, but one scarcely ever does Rome to lot k at him—that's just it, Sarah, and one can't help looking at the other, and then he is always so spick an! span. Many a time I have given a little brush to Mr. Austell's great coat out of pity, but you can't mike old clothes into i ew ones.
