Just think of his
saying that I could be a comfort to _him_! I told him that it was
perfectly ridiculous. 'And besides,' says I, 'what will everybody
think?' I thought that I had really talked him out of the notion of it
last night; but there he was in again this morning, and told me he had
derived great encouragement from what I had said. Well, the poor man
really is lonesome,--his mother's dead, and he hasn't any sisters. I
asked him why he didn't go and take Miss Olladine Slocum: everybody
says she would make a first-rate minister's wife."
"Well, and what did he say to that?" said Mary.
"Well, something really silly,--about my looks," said Cerinthy, looking
down.
Mary looked up, and remarked the shining black hair, the long dark
lashes lying down over the glowing cheek, where two arch dimples were
nestling, and said, quietly,--
"Probably he is a man of taste, Cerinthy; I advise you to leave the
matter entirely to his judgment."
"You don't, really, Mary!" said the damsel, looking up. "Don't you
think it would injure _him_, if I should?"
"I think not, materially," said Mary.
"Well," said Cerinthy, rising, "the men will be coming home from the
mowing, before I get home, and want their supper.
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