"I didn't think at all about it," answered Cherry.
"Didn't you, though?" said Jonas, pondering upon this strange reply. "Did the other one?"
"I am sure it's impossible for me to say what my sister may, or may not have thought on such a subject," cried Cherry. "She never said anything to me about it, one way or other."
"Didn't she laugh about it?" inquired Jonas.
"No. She didn't even laugh about it," answered Charity.
"She's a terrible one to laugh, an't she?" said Jonas, lowering his voice.
"She is very lively," said Cherry.
"Liveliness is a pleasant thing—when it don't lead to spending money. An't it?" asked Mr. Jonas.
"Very much so, indeed," said Cherry, with a demureness of manner that gave a very disinterested character to her assent.
"Such liveliness as yours I mean, you know," observed Mr. Jonas, as he nudged her with his elbow. "I should have come to see you before, but I didn't know where you was. How quick you hurried off, that morning!"
"I was amenable to my Papa's directions," said Miss Charity.
"I wish he had given me his direction," returned her cousin, "and then I should have found you out before. Why, I shouldn't have found you even now, if I hadn't met him in the street this morning. "What a sleek, sly chap he is! Just like a tom-cat, an't he!"
"I must trouble you to have the goodness to speak more respectfully of my Papa, Mr. Jonas," said Charity. "I can't allow such a tone as that, even in jest."
"Ecod, you may say what you like of my father, then, and so I give you leave," said Jonas. "I think it's liquid aggravation that circulates through his veins, and not regular blood. How old should you think my father was, cousin?"
"Old, no doubt," replied Miss Charity; "but a fine old gentleman."
"A fine old gentleman!" repeated Jonas, giving the crown of his hat an angry knock. "Ah! It's time he was thinking of being drawn out a little finer too. Why, he's eighty!"
"Is he, indeed?" said the young lady.
"And ecod," cried Jonas, "now he's gone so far without giving in, I don't see much to prevent his being ninety; no, nor even a hundred. Why, a man with any feeling ought to be ashamed of being eighty—let alone more. Where's his religion I should like to know, when he goes flying in the face of the Bible like that! Threescore-and-ten's the mark; and no man with a conscience, and a proper sense of what's expected of him, has any business to live longer."
Is any one surprised at Mr. Jonas making such a reference to such a book for such a purpose? Does any one doubt the old saw, that the Devil (being a layman) quotes Scripture for his own ends? If he will take the trouble to look about him, he may find a greater number of confirmations of the fact, in the occurrences of any single day, than the steam-gun can discharge balls in a minute.
"But there's enough of my father," said Jonas; "it's of no use to go
