The Honorable Miss: A Story of an Old-Fashioned TownMeade, L. T.
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The Honorable Miss: A Story of an Old-Fashioned Town
Meade, L. T.
Small cities -- Juvenile fiction; Young women -- Juvenile fiction
He was abroad now in the little town of Northbury, and no one quite knew
the exact place of his birth. A good many people traced his existence to
Hunt, the baker, who sold many loaves of bread, and many sweet and tasty
cakes by reason of his love of gossip--some people laid it to Miss
Peters' door, some to Mrs. Gorman Stanley's, some again to Mrs.
Morris's; but soon, in the excitement which the Giant Rumor caused,
people had no time to talk of the place of his birth--he was there, he
was among them, and he was the only subject now discussed.
A great many afternoon teas, and small social gatherings were given
during the next few days in his honor. As to the Bells' house it became
quite notorious. People paused as they passed the windows, and even the
paving stones round the time-worn steps were fraught with interest.
At the club the men talked of nothing but the story which was abroad.
They took the opportunity to make bets and wagers. Their tongues were
not so cruel as those of the women, but still their tongues did wag, and
there was more than one wife in the town who felt the effect of Beatrice
Meadowsweet's engagement for many a long day, because the father of the
family had jeopardized a considerable sum in a wager on the probable
issue of events.
When Rumor in his full magnitude gets abroad he never spares the young,
the beautiful, the innocent. Beatrice was loved by every one at
Northbury, but the inhabitants of this good, old-fashioned little town
would have been immaculate had they not said evil things of her now.
Sides were taken on the occasion, and the people of the town divided
themselves pretty equally, and in an incredibly short time started a
fierce sort of civil war. The "Beatricites," and the "Hartites," they
were called, and the war of tongues between them became so fierce that
long before Saturday night one party would not speak to another.
Mrs. Bell was at the head of the Hartites, and Mrs. Butler was the
general of the Beatrice army.
Mrs. Bell spoke in the following terms of the girl who had hitherto been
everybody's favorite:
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