I do not know what we may come to in time, we may be
as genteel as Kate's friend, Willie Turner, says the people are in
Aurelia Place--that perked-up row of houses, whose windows and doors
give them such a comical expression of countenance, more like
butterflies than aurelias.'
'Who is Kate's friend?' asked Anne, in a wondering tone.
'Willie Turner!' said Elizabeth; 'oh! the apothecary's daughter,
Wilhelmina. You must have heard of Mr. Turner. Rupert has made a
standing joke of him, ever since the scarlet-fever.'
'Oh yes!' said Anne, 'I know Mr. Turner's name very well; but I never
knew that Miss Turner was a friend of Kate's.'
'She was not,' said Elizabeth, 'till Helen went to Dykelands, and
poor Kitty was quite lonely for want of someone to gossip with, and
so she struck up a most romantic friendship with Willie Turner; and
really, it has done us one most important service.--May I mention
it, Kate, without betraying your confidence?'
'Nonsense, Lizzie,' said Katherine.
'Oh! you do not object,' said Elizabeth; 'then be it known to you,
Anne, that once upon a time, Kitty confided to me, what I forthwith
confided to Papa, that Mrs.
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