One piece of liquorice will
demoralize a whole class. They pass it around."
Duff Salter replied, "The boys must have something in their mouths; the
girls in their heads!"
"But not liquorice root," added Podge.
"No; they put the boys in their heads!"
"Pshaw!" wrote Podge, "girls don't like boys. They like nice old men who
will pet them."
Here Podge ran out of the room and the conversation in the front parlor
was renewed. The voice of Calvin Van de Lear said:
"Agnes, looking at your affairs in the light of religious duty, as you
seem to prefer, I must tell you that your actions have not always been
perfect."
Nothing was said in reply to this.
"I am to be your pastor at some not distant day," spoke the same voice,
"and may take some of that privilege now. As a daughter of the church
you should give the encouragement of your beauty and favor only to
serious, and approved, and moral young men. Not such scapegraces as
Andrew Zane!"
"Sir!" exclaimed Agnes, rising. "How dare you speak of the poor absent
one?"
"Sit down," exclaimed Calvin Van de Lear, not a bit discomposed. "I have
some disciplinary power now, and shall have more. A lady in full
communion with our church--a single woman without a living
guardian--requires to hear the truth, even from an erring brother.
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