repeated and itemized and emphasized.

"No, he won't, mamma," she asserted, "for
he's flattering me. He talks as if I was some
rich young lady, who lives on the Hill,"--the
Hill was the aristocratic portion of the town,--
"instead of a poor"

"Instead of a poor young girl, who has the hill
to climb," replied her brother, smoothing her hair
with his hand. Her hair was long and smooth
and glossy, with a wave like the ripple of a summer
breeze upon the surface of still water. It
was the girl's great pride, and had been
sedulously cared for. "What lovely hair! It has
just the wave that yours lacks, mother."

"Yes," was the regretful reply, "I've never
be'n able to git that wave out. But her hair's
be'n took good care of, an' there ain't nary gal in
town that's got any finer."

"Don't worry about the wave, mother. It's
just the fashionable ripple, and becomes her
immensely. I think my little Albert favors his
Aunt Rena somewhat."

"Your little Albert!" they cried. "You've
got a child?"