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** guess for whom I am going to make that set
of shirts: look at the cloth first; see how fine
and even it is, and tell me who you think it fit
for.”

Charlotte said, she presumed it was for the
Squire of the next village; and I guessed, the
worthy Dean, the Rector of our parish.

Mrs, Bennet laughed, and, clapping her hand
ou the cloth, said, “You are both mistaken;
it is for a finer gentleman than either of these.
Why, Charlotte, I wonder you cannot think of
him; for I have a pretty shrewd guess that he
is often uppermost in your head:” and then
she laughed again.

1 returned to my ironing without saying an-
other word; and Charlotte, after thinking some
time, cried, “‘ Why, surely, it is not for the
Captain?”

‘You have it now,” said my mistress.
““Mercer Smith called me in to-day, as I was
passing by, and told me that the Captain want-
ed to speak tome. I wondered what he could
have to say to me; but it was about these
shirts: he desired to have two of them made
and washed by next Sunday morning. So,
Susan, you must set to work by day-break;
you have but three days to do them in, for I
cannot help you. I am going out to-morrow,
and we must not disoblige his bonour for
worlds.”

«QO! Mrs. Bennet,” said Charlotte, “ if you
will give me leave, I will come to-morrow and
help Susan: it would be a pleasure to me to
work for so fine a gentleman.”