ustical cut, I know not how; he doth not
carry himself like a gentleman of fashion."
_Wet_. "Oh, Mr. Matthew, that's a grace peculiar but to a few."
EVERY MAN IN HIS HUMOUR.

The 'big bedroom,' which belonged to the strangers by right of
usage, opened from the kitchen; with another door upon the
tiny entry-way once described. It had a fireplace, at present
full of green pine bushes; a very clean bed covered with
patchwork; the plainest of chairs and a table; and a little
bit of carpet on one spot of the floor; the rest was painted.
One little window looked to the south; another to the east;
the woodwork, of doors and windows, exceeding homely and
unpainted. An extraordinary gay satin toilet-cushion; and over
it a little looking-glass, surrounded and surmounted with more
than an equal surface of dark carved wooden framing.

It was to this unwonted prospect that the early June sun
opened the young ladies' eyes the next morning. Elizabeth had
surveyed it quietly a few minutes, when a little rustling of
the patchwork called her attention to the shaking shoulders of
her companion. Miss Cadwallader's pretty face lay back on the
pillow, her eyes shut tight, and her open mouth expressing all
the ecstatic delight that could be expressed without sound.

"What is the matter?" said Elizabeth.

Her cousin only laughed the harder and clapped her hands over
her eyes, as if quite beyond control of herself. Elizabeth did
not ask again.

"Isn't this a funny place we've come to!" said Miss
Cadwallader at last, relapsing.

"I don't see anything very laughable," said Elizabeth.

"But isn't it a _quizzical_ place?"

"I dare say. Every place is."

"Pshaw! don't be obstinate, -- when you think just as I do."

"I never did yet, about anything," said Elizabeth.

"Well, how do _you_ like eating in a room with a great dresser
of tin dishes on one side and the fire where your meat was
cooked on the other? -- in June?"

"I didn't see the tin dishes; and there wasn't any fire, of
consequence."

"But did you ever see such a gallant old farmer? Isn't he
comical? didn't he keep it up?"

"Not better than you did," said Elizabeth.

"But isn't he comical?"

"No; neither comical nor old. I thought you seemed to like him
very well."

"O, one must do something. La! you aren't going to get up
yet?"

But Elizabeth was already at the south window and had it open.
Early it was; the sun not more than half an hour high, and
taking his