Dinnerly told me about. I was telling Mr. Carter about him.
You know him."
"Well, Miss Milton, perhaps I do. Describe him."
"I don't believe Annie ever told me his name, but she was talking
about him at our house yesterday."
"But I wasn't there, Miss Milton."
"No," said Miss Milton, "but he's got the next place to yours in
the country."
I positively leaped from my seat.
"Why, good gracious, Carter himself, you mean?" cried Dinnerly,
laughing. "Well, that is a good un--ha-ha-ha!"
She turned a stony glare on me.
"Do you live next to Mr. Dinnerly in the country?" she asked.
I would have denied it if Dinnerly had not been there. As it
was, I blew my nose.
"I wonder," said Miss Milton, "what has become of Aunt Emily."
"Miss Milton," said I, "by a happy chance you have enjoyed a
luxury. You have told the man what you think of him."
"Yes," said she; "and I have only to add that he is also a
hypocrite."
Pleasant, wasn't it? Yet Mrs. Hilary says it was my fault.
That's a woman all over!
THE LITTLE WRETCH
Seeing that little Johnny Tompkins was safely out of the country,
under injunctions to make a new man of himself, and to keep that
new man, when made, at the Antipodes, I could not see anything
indiscreet in touching on the matter in the course of
conversation with Mrs.
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