'"
She sewed steadily for a few moments, then she broke off, to ask,
with an air of mock tragedy,--
"Mamma says she wants me to marry at eighteen; but what in the
world should I do, auntie, if nobody should ask me?"
"Not get married, I suppose," returned her aunt composedly.
Katharine's face fell.
"What! be an old maid, like Polly's Aunt Jane!" she exclaimed.
"It isn't necessary that you should be like her, even if you
shouldn't marry." And Mrs. Hapgood laughed at the horror in
Katharine's tone. Then she went on, seriously, "Katharine, may I
talk very plainly with you, just as if you were really my
daughter?"
"Please do, auntie." And Katharine drew her chair a little closer
to her aunt's.
"You were just saying that your mother and I look at things
differently, Katharine, and it is true that we do. I wouldn't find
fault with her for anything, for she has been a dear, good sister
to me; but it seems to me that she has made a little bit of a
mistake in letting your head get filled with all these thoughts of
being married. You are only a child yet, my dear, and it is years
before such ideas ought to come to you. But now they are here, I
am going to tell you just what I think about it all.
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