If his father or
his brother would only knock some one down once or twice a year! Clever
as they were they never guessed the impression they made. They were good-
natured, yes--as good-natured as Jews at the doors of clothing-shops! But
was that the model one wanted one's family to follow? Morgan had dim
memories of an old grandfather, the maternal, in New York, whom he had
been taken across the ocean at the age of five to see: a gentleman with a
high neck-cloth and a good deal of pronunciation, who wore a dress-coat
in the morning, which made one wonder what he wore in the evening, and
had, or was supposed to have "property" and something to do with the
Bible Society. It couldn't have been but that he was a good type.
Pemberton himself remembered Mrs. Clancy, a widowed sister of Mr.
Moreen's, who was as irritating as a moral tale and had paid a
fortnight's visit to the family at Nice shortly after he came to live
with them. She was "pure and refined," as Amy said over the banjo, and
had the air of not knowing what they meant when they talked, and of
keeping something rather important back.
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