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As she spoke, Debby looked up, expecting to meet a glance of disapproval; but something in the simple earnestness of her manner had recalled certain boyish pleasures as innocent as they were hearty, which now contrasted very favorably with the later pastimes in which fast horses, and that lower class of animals, fast men, bore so large a part. Mr. Joe thoughtfully punched five holes in the sand, and for a moment Debby liked the expression of his face; then the old listlessness returned, and, looking up, he said, with an air of ennui that was half sad, half ludicrous, in one so young and so generously endowed with youth, health, and the good gifts of this life,–

“I used to fancy that sort of thing years ago, but I’m afraid I should find it a little slow now, though you describe it in such an inviting manner that I would be tempted to try it, if a hay-cock came in my way; for, upon my life, it’s deused heavy work loafing about at these watering-places all summer. Between ourselves, there’s a deal of humbug about this kind of life, as you will find, when you’ve tried it as long as I have.”

“Yes, I begin to think so already; but perhaps you can give me a few friendly words of warning from the stones of your experience, that I may be spared the pain of saying what so many look,– ‘Grandma, the world is hollow; my doll is stuffed with sawdust; and I should ‘like to go into a convent, if you please.'”

Debby’s eyes were dancing with merriment; but they were demurely down-cast, and her voice was perfectly serious.

The milk of human kindness had been slightly curdled for Mr. Joe by sundry college-tribulations; and having been “suspended,” he very naturally vibrated between the inborn jollity of his temperament and the bitterness occasioned by his wrongs.

He had lost at billiards the night before, had been hurried at breakfast, had mislaid his cigar-case, and splashed his boots; consequently the darker mood prevailed that morning, and when his counsel was asked, he gave it like one who bad known the heaviest trials of this “Piljin Projiss of a wale.”

“There’s no justice in the world, no chance for us young people to enjoy ourselves, without some penalty to pay, some drawback to worry us like these confounded ‘all-rounders.’ Even here, where all seems free and easy, there’s no end of gossips and spies who tattle and watch till you feel as if you lived in a lantern. ‘Every one for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost’; that’s the principle they go on, and you have to keep your wits about you in the most exhausting manner, or you are done for before you know it. I’ve seen a good deal of this sort of thing, and hope you’ll get on better than some do, when it’s known that you are the rich Mrs. Carroll’s niece; though you don’t need that fact to enhance your charms,–upon my life, you don’t.”

Debby laughed behind her parasol at this burst of candor; but her independent nature prompted her to make a fair beginning, in spite of Aunt Pen’s polite fictions and well-meant plans.

” Thank you for your warning, but I don’t apprehend much annoyance of that kind,” she said, demurely. “Do you know, I think, if young ladies were truthfully labelled when they went into society, it would be a charming fashion, and save a world of trouble? Something in this style:– ‘Arabella Marabout, aged nineteen, fortune $100,000, temper warranted’; ‘Laura Eau-de-Cologne, aged twenty-eight, fortune $30,000, temper slightly damaged’; Deborah Wilder, aged eighteen, fortune, one pair of hands, one head, indifferently well filled, one heart, (not in the market,) temper decided, and no expectations.’ There, you see, that would do away with much of the humbug you lament, and we poor souls would know at once whether we were sought for our fortunes or ourselves, and that would be so comfortable!”