that view of the question, it is of no consequence. What think you, then, of Miss Owen of Nidd-y-Gygfraen? She will have six thousand a year."
"I would not have her," said Squire Headlong, "if she had fifty. I'll think of somebody presently. I should like to be married on the same day with Caprioletta."
"Caprioletta!" said Miss Grimalkin; "without my being consulted!"
"Consulted," said the Squire: "I was commissioned to tell you, but somehow or other I let it slip. However, she is going to be married to my friend Mr. Foster, the philosopher."
"Oh!" said the maiden aunt, "that a daughter of our ancient family should marry a philosopher! It is enough to make the bones of all the Ap-Rhaiaders turn in their graves!"
"I happen to be more enlightened," said