“Such a sweet baby,” said Miss Reredos, “I think one might bear anything for such a darling! Oh, don’t you think so, Miss Harley? I think it’s so unnatural for a lady not to love children. I think if dear Clement had but a family I should be so happy.” “But, dear, shouldn’t you be happier,” said Clara, opening her bright eyes a little wider, with a laughing humor which now-a-days that young lady permitted herself to exercise pretty freely, “if you had a family of your own?” “Oh! Mrs. Sedgwick, how can you speak so? I am so glad the gentlemen are not here,” said the Rector’s sister. Alice stood looking at her with a half vexed, half amused expression. Alice was a little afraid for the honor of (most frightful of phrases!) her sex. “As for Alice,” said Clara, laughing, “do you know she thinks it rather improper to be married? She would not allow she cared for anybody, not for the world.” “I think women ought to be very careful,” said Alice, responding instantly to the challenge with a little flush and start; “I think there are very few men in the world worthy of being loved. Yes, I do think so, whatever you choose to say. They’re well enough for their trades, but they’re not good enough to have a woman’s heart for a plaything. Of course there may be some--I do not deny that; but I never”---- Here Alice paused--perhaps she was going to tell a fib--perhaps conscience stopped her--I will not guess; but Clara clapped her hands in triumph. “Ah, but if you did ever,” said Clara, laughing, “would you marry _him_, Alice?” “If he asked me it is very likely I should,” said Alice, with great composure; “but not for a house of my own, as Miss Polly says--nor for fun, like some other people.” “My love, it’s very natural to like a house of one’s own,” said Miss Polly, with a little sigh. “I don’t mind saying it now that I am so old: once in my life I almost think I would have married for a home--not for a living, remember, Alice--but for a place and people that should belong to me, and not to another--that’s what one wishes for, you know; but I never talked about it either now or then; my dear, I wouldn’t if I were you.”