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Miss Pillbody's thorough knowledge of French, and the higher branches of an elegant education, as well as her proficiency on the piano, and her sweet, simple style of ballad singing, were worse than useless acquirements in her uncles' families. Her uncles were cold, stern, ignorant men, who had an intense hatred for the mere accomplishments of life.
He would first stride smartly up the opposite sidewalk, whistling, and cast ardent glances at the lower windows of Miss Pillbody's school, shaded by green curtains with gold borders. After going two blocks in that direction, he would cross the street, whistling yet, and march boldly up the other sidewalk, past Miss Pillbody's school, as on an enemy.
Overtop, in his bachelor musings, had thought over a hundred odd methods of putting the question. At this critical moment in the history of two hearts, a new form of the proposition occurred to him, so original and eccentric, that he determined to propound it at once. He took Miss Pillbody's hand in his, before she knew it.
These occasions happened daily between three and four P.M. During that interval, it always fell out that Bog had no work to do which he could not postpone as well as not. And whether it rained or shone, the occasions brought him, like an inexorable fate, through the street where Miss Pillbody's school was situated.
Overtop was happy in the contemplation of his marriage with that most sensible of girls, Miss Pillbody, which was set down for the week following. The affair would have come off six months before, but for Miss Pillbody's illness, happening soon after her mother's death. In consequence of this illness, her select school had been given up never to be revived.
Crull and Pet would meet on the doorsteps of Miss Pillbody's house the one going in and the other coming out or on the sidewalk in the neighborhood. Mrs. "Thank you, Mrs. Crull; I am quite well. How are you, marm?" "Oh! smart as a trap. Haven't known not a sick day these ten years." "How do you get along?" From motives of delicacy, Pet never added, "in your studies."
There were many points in this advertisement to which Miss Pillbody's modesty took exception; but Mrs. Crull insisted upon them in a way that permitted no refusal. The little bit of bragging was the principal thing, she said. She had always observed that people are inclined to believe bragging advertisements, though they openly profess that they can't be taken in by them.
Nobody can understand the motives of Bog's conduct, except those who have done the same thing in their youthful days. Reaching the grocery store, he sheltered himself behind the friendly post, and commenced looking up and down the street, and across the way, and into the sky, always winding up his mysterious observations by a single glance at Miss Pillbody's front door.
This clumsy figure, upon which a suit of good clothes and a new cap looked strangely out of place, was Bog. The boy Bog was often seen lounging about the neighborhood of Miss Pillbody's school; and if the policeman on that beat had not known him to be an honest lad from childhood, he would have watched him as a suspicious character.
With the exception of these little wanderings, she would go through her recitations with as much correctness and docility as a sharp-witted child of twelve years. She felt a childlike pride in gaining the approval of her teacher. But when she was out of Miss Pillbody's sight, there were certain blunders which she fell into as surely as she opened her mouth. Sometimes Mrs.
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