Caroline Liscom would say.

"It will take more than passages of poetry to move her," said Louisa
when Grandma Cobb had gone.

All we could do was to wait for developments concerning Caroline.
Then one day she came in and completely opened her heart to us with
that almost alarming frankness which a reserved woman often displays
if she does lose her self-restraint.

"I can't have it anyhow," said Caroline Liscom; and I must say I did
pity her, though I had a weakness for little Harriet. "I feel as if
it would kill me if Harry marries that girl--and I am afraid he will;
but it shall never be with my consent, and he shall never bring her
to my house while I am in it."

Then Caroline went on to make revelations about Harriet which were
actually dire accusations from a New England housewife like her.

"It was perfectly awful the way her room looked while she was at my
house," said Caroline; "and she doesn't know how to do one thing
about a house. She can't make a loaf of bread to save her life, and
she has no more idea how to sweep a room and dust it than a baby. I
had it straight from Hannah Bell that she dusted her room and swept
it afterward. Think of my boy, brought up the way he has been,
everything as neat as wax, if I do say it, and his victuals always
cooked nice, and ready when he wanted them, marrying a girl like
that. I can't and I won't have it. It's all very well now, he's
captivated by a pretty face; but wait a little, and he'll find out
there's something else. He'll find out there's comfort to be