" I don't believe he does," Mrs. Worthington replied. " His
uncle, you know, was very unfortunate in his marriage, and had
a way of judging all our sex by his wife. Living with him as
long as Hugh did, it's natural he should imbibe a few of his
  " A few," 'Lina repeated, " better say all, for John Stanley
and Hugh Worthington are as near alike as an old and young
man well could be. What an old codger he was though, and
how like a savage he lived here. I never shall forget how the
house looked the day we came, or how satisfied Hugh seemed
when he met us at the gate, and said, ' everything was in spendid
order,"' and closing her book, the young lady laughed merrily
as she recalled the time when she first crossed her brother's
threshold, stepping, as she affirmed, over half a dozen dogs, and
as many squirming kittens, catching her foot in some fishing
tackle, finding tobacco in the china closet, and segars in the
knife box, where they had been put to get them out of the way.
  " But Hugh really did his best for us," mildly interposed the
mother. " Don't you remember what the servants said about his
cleaning one floor himself because he knew they were tired! "
  " Did it more to save the lazy negroes' steps than from any
regard for our comfort," retorted 'Lina. "At all events he's
been mighty careful since how he gratified my wishes Some-
times I believe he perfectly hates me, and wishes I'd never been
born," and tears, which arose from anger, rather than any
wounded sisterly feeling, glittered in 'Lina's black eyes.
  " Hugh does not hate any one," said Mrs. Worthington,
"much less his sister, though you must admit that you try him
  "How, I'd like to know" 'Lina asked, and her mother re-
  " He thinks you proud, and vain, and artificial, and you know
he abhors deceit above all else Why, he'd cut off his right hand
sooner than tell a lie."
  "Pshaw!" was 'Lina's contemptuous response, then after a
moment she continued: " I wonder how we came to be so dif-
ferent. He must be like his father, and I like mine that is,
supposing I know who he is. Wouldn't it be funny if, just to
be hateful, he had sent you back the wrong child "
  " What made you think of that " Mrs. Worthington asked,
quickly, and 'Lina replied:
  " Oh, nothing, only the last time Hugh had one of his tan-