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place with an orchard in front of it, a rambling, old-fash-
ioned, half-timbered building, which before the town had
spread had been a farm-house, but was now surrounded
with the private gardens of the townsmen. We get the fond-
er of our houses if they have a physiognomy of their own,
as our friends have. The Garth family, which was rather a
large one, for Mary had four brothers and one sister, were
very fond of their old house, from which all the best fur-
niture had long been sold. Fred liked it too, knowing it by
heart even to the attic which smelt deliciously of apples and
quinces, and until to-day he had never come to it without
pleasant expectations; but his heart beat uneasily now with
the sense that he should probably have to make his confes-
sion before Mrs. Garth, of whom he was rather more in awe
than of her husband. Not that she was inclined to sarcasm
and to impulsive sallies, as Mary was. In her present ma-
tronly age at least, Mrs. Garth never committed herself by
over-hasty speech; having, as she said, borne the yoke in
her youth, and learned self-control. She had that rare sense
which discerns what is unalterable, and submits to it with-
out murmuring. Adoring her husband’s virtues, she had
very early made up her mind to his incapacity of minding
his own interests, and had met the consequences cheerfully.
She had been magnanimous enough to renounce all pride
in teapots or children’s frilling, and had never poured any
pathetic confidences into the ears of her feminine neigh-
bors concerning Mr. Garth’s want of prudence and the
sums he might have had if he had been like other men.
Hence these fair neighbors thought her either proud or ec-