"Why, I don't know. We were talking and I said something foolish about the Jews--about some one being 'as rich and stingy as a Jew,' and he smiled and said, 'Are all Jews rich--and stingy?' And I said, 'If they have a chance,' and he said, 'Not always. I am a Jew and I am not rich.' Well, I thought he was fooling, just teasing me--so I went on, and do you know he is not only a Jew, but Mr. Marvel says he is rich, only he does not claim his money because he is a Socialist. Mr. Marvel says he could go home to-morrow and his father would take him and lavish money on him; but he works--works all the time among the poor." "Well, I must say I always liked him," said her cousin. "But he isn't such good fun to tease as Mr. Marvel--he is too intense. Mr. Marvel does get so red and unhappy-looking when he is teased." "Well, you have no right to tease him. He is a clergyman and should be treated with respect. You wouldn't dare to tease your rector in town--the great Dr.--What is his name?" "Oh! wouldn't I? Dr. Bartholomew Capon. Why, he is one of the greatest beaux in town. He's always running around to see some girl--ogling them with his big blue eyes." "Eleanor!" exclaimed her cousin reprovingly. "Why, he'd marry any one of the Canter girls who would have him, or Aunt Sophia, or----" "Eleanor, don't be profane." The old lady looked so shocked that the girl ran over and kissed her, with a laugh. "Why, I've told him so." "Told him? You haven't!" "Yes, I have. I told him so when he tried to marry me. Then he tried Aunt Sophia." "What! Eleanor, you are incorrigible. You really are. But do tell me about it. Did he really court you? Why, he's old enough to be your----" "Grandfather," interrupted the girl. "That's what I told him, substantially." "Served him right, too. But he must be a fine preacher from what my old friend, Pansy Tipps, once wrote me. Did you ever meet Pansy Tipps? She and her sister live in your city. They went there years ago to press a claim they had to a large fortune left them by their father, Colonel Tipps, who used to be a very rich man, but left his affairs somewhat complicated, I gather from what Pansy writes me, or did write, for she does not write very often now. I wish you'd go and see them when you go back." "I will," said Eleanor. "Where do they live?" "At a Mrs. Kale's--she keeps a boarding-house--I don't know the exact location, and mislaid Pansy's letter a year or more ago, but you will have no difficulty in finding it. It must be in the fashionable quarter and I should think any one could tell you where she lives." "I will find her," said Eleanor, laughing. XII JOHN MARVEL