d found out a good
part of Myrtle's history in the half-hour they had spent in company.

"I had a particular reason for my inquiries about the school," he wrote.
"There is a young girl there I take an interest in. She is handsome and
interesting; and--though it is a shame to mention such a thing has
possibilities in the way of fortune not to be undervalued. Why can't you
make her acquaintance and be civil to her? A country girl, but fine old
stock, and will make a figure some time or other, I tell you. Myrtle
Hazard,--that's her name. A mere schoolgirl. Don't be malicious and
badger me about her, but be polite to her. Some of these country girls
have got 'blue blood' in them, let me tell you, and show it plain
enough."

("In huckleberry season!") said Mrs. Ciymer Ketchum, in a
parenthesis,--and went on reading.

"Don't think I'm one of your love-in-a-cottage sort, to have my head
turned by a village beauty. I've got a career before me, Mrs. K., and I
know it. But this is one of my pets, and I want you to keep an eye on
her. Perhaps when she leaves school you wouldn't mind asking her to come
and stay with you a little while. Possibly I may come and see how she is
getting on if you do,--won't that tempt you, Mrs. C. K.?"

Mrs. Clymer Ketchum wrote back to her relative how she had already made
the young lady's acquaintance.

"Livingston Jerkins (you remember him) picked her out of the whole lot of
girls as the 'prettiest filly in the stable.' That's his horrid way of
talking. But your young milkmaid is really charming, and will come into
form like a Derby three-year-old. There, now, I've caught that odious
creature's horse-talk, myself. You're dead in love with this girl,
Murray, you know you are.

"After all, I don't know but you're right. You would make a good country
lawyer enough, I don't doubt. I used to think you had your ambitions,
but never mind. If you choose to risk yourself on 'possibilities,' it is
not my affair, and she's a beauty, there's no mistake about that.

"There are some desirable partis at the school with your dulcinea. There
's Rose Bugbee. That last name is a good one to be married from. Rose
is a nice girl,--there are only two of them. The estate will cut up like
one of the animals it was made out of, you know,--the sandwich-quadruped.
Then there 's Berengaria. Old Topping owns the Planet Hotel among other
things,--so big, they say, there's always a bell ringing from someb