"
"I mean that I am overcome. I am mentally prostrated before such
perfections. Blossom, you are in love with him."
"Oh, no, sir; but I do like to watch him in the pulpit. He gesticulates
so beautifully."
"And now--speak truth and spare not--how do I compare with him?"
"Oh, Mr. Jonathan, you are so different!"
"Do you imply that I am ugly, Blossom?"
"Why, no--not ugly. Indeed I didn't mean that."
"But I'm not so handsome as Reverend Orlando?--now, confess it."
She blushed, and he thought her confusion the most charming he had ever
seen.
"Well, perhaps you aren't quite so--so handsome; but there's something
about you, sir," she added eagerly, "that reminds me of him."
"By Jove! You don't mean it!"
"I can't tell just what it is, but it is something. You both look as
though you'd lived in a city and had learned to wear your Sunday clothes
without remembering that they are your Sunday clothes. Of course, your
hair doesn't curl like his," she added honestly, "and I doubt if you'd
look nearly so well in the pulpit."
"I'm very sure I shouldn't, but Blossom---"
"What, Mr. Jonathan?"
"Do you think you will ever like me as well as you like Mr.
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