A lugubrious sentiment of this sort was sure to obtain Mrs. Yorke's approbation. She nodded and groaned acquiescence; but in a minute she said, "I make little account of the wisdom of a Solomon of your age; it will be upset by the first fancy that crosses you. Meantime, sit down, sir. You can talk, I suppose, as well sitting as standing?"
This was her way of inviting her guest to take a chair. He had no sooner obeyed her than little Jessy jumped from her father's knee and ran into Mr. Moore's arms, which were very promptly held out to receive her.
"You talk of marrying him," said she to her mother, quite indignantly, as she was lifted lightly to his knee, "and he is married now, or as good. He promised that I should be his wife last summer, the first time he saw me in my new white frock and blue sash. Didn't he, father?" (These children were not accustomed to say papa and mamma; their mother would allow no such "namby-pamby.")

Mrs. Yorke nodded in approval; but she said, "That wisdom will be upset by the first fancy that crosses you. Sit down, sir."
He had no sooner obeyed than little Jessy jumped from her father's knee and ran into Mr. Moore's arms, which were promptly held out to receive her.
"He is married now, or as good," said she to her mother, quite indignantly, as she was lifted lightly to his knee, "for he promised that I should be his wife last summer, the first time he saw me in my new frock. Didn't he, father?"
