Tweenit is usually in a state of ferment from one cause or another. Last week it was a quarrel between two neighbors; the week before it was Aunt Jinny’s (Aunt Jinny under the hill) undertaking to have company; this week, it is silver-plated knives. Fennel Payne has bought for Adeline silver-plated knives. “It does beat all!” exclaims Mrs. Laura, who is now discussing the matter with Mrs. Fennel in an adjoining room. My prophetic eye sees a day in the far-off future, when, even in country villages, women’s thoughts will be occupied by subjects of more importance. Meanwhile, Nature abhorring a vacuum, gossip flows in, as one may say, like a sea, filling every little creek and inlet between the solid high lands of housework and needlework. It is amazing, the relish with which a choice bit of this standard entertainment is enjoyed. Mrs. Laura comes over on some errand (she is a stoutly-built woman with a determined cast of countenance), and sits down by Mrs. Fennel. The talk begins: it grows interesting. They lean toward each other: there is animation in their faces, a light in their eyes, feeling in every tone. The announcement of a national calamity could hardly be received with greater emotion than is this wonderful news of to-day. “Silver-plated knives? What _do_ you mean?” It was Fennel Payne and Adeline who were criticised by the sewing-circle for their way of spending time and money. Indeed, Tweenit in general disapproves of this couple: it calls them “stuck up.” I know this cannot be true of Adeline, because she is an intimate friend of my friend Mrs. Royal of Piper’s Mills, and therefore must have common-sense, and therefore cannot be “stuck up.” And, as for her husband, I like the looks of him much, and mean to accept his kind invitation to “come over.” These two words seem to suffice for all ordinary complimenting in Tweenit, especially at the breaking-up of a gathering, when it fairly rains “come overs.” But hark! List! What is Mrs. Laura saying? “Every day!” “They don’t keep them for company, but use them every day!” This is the last straw which breaks the back of forbearance. Purchasing the articles at all was bad enough; but using them “every day” is atrocious. These two, Fennel Payne and Adeline, are rare specimens, which must be examined. The interests of my science demand it. I shall go “over.” TWO WEEKS LATER. Well, I have been over several times; and I entirely approve of Fennel Payne and Adeline. They are a couple in advance of their times,--a couple worthy to live in the days of “The Columbian Simplifier and Time-Provider.” They believe in books, in beauty, in social intercourse, and in out-doors.