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He whom I had in my mind is not a poor man. though I won't swear but what he will be before a year is over." "I know who you mean, Mr. Harry; you mean the Medlicots. A very nice gentleman is Mr. Medlicot, and a very nice old lady is Mrs. Medlicot. And a deal of good they're going to do, by all accounts." "Now, Mrs. Growler, that will do," said the wife.
It was a little unfair, as having been addressed specially to Kate, intending as it did to imply that Kate had better consider the matter well before she allowed her opinion of the stranger to become dangerously favorable; for in truth she had said no more than her sister. "The Medlicots' troubles will never trouble me, Harry," she said. "I hope not, Kate; nor mine either more than we can help."
Heathcote, thinking perhaps of her sister, thoroughly liking what she herself had seen of the Medlicots, looked anxiously into Harry's face. If he would consent to this, an intimacy would follow, and probably a real friendship be made. "It's out of the question," he said. The very firmness, however, with which he spoke gave a certain cordiality even to his refusal.
I shouldn't wonder if they became regular friends." "That would be nice! After all, though you may be so happy at home, it is better to have something like a neighbor. Don't you think so?" "It depends on who the neighbors are. I don't care much for the Brownbies." "They are quite different, Mary." "I like the Medlicots very much." "I consider he's quite a gentleman," said Kate.
No other word was spoken that night between them, but Kate lay awake till morning thinking of the one word that had been spoken. But the secret was kept sacredly within her own bosom. Before the Medlicots started that night the old lady made a proposition that the Heathcotes and Miss Daly should eat the Christmas dinner at Medlicot's Mill. Mrs.
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