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Rh round the neck, because that was only in poetry—you may be pretty sure I should never have allowed no young man whatsumever to take such a liberty with my daughter. I just name this, because, if I did not explain, it might be bad for poor Carry's next chance." Emily instantly assured the confiding but careful mother, that she entertained no doubts of Miss Caroline Higgs's perfect propriety of conduct; and Mrs. Higgs resumed her narrative. "Well, into the boat they got. Mr. Simcoe was quite a sailor. I remember he told us he had been on seven-and-twenty parties of pleasure to Richmond. They did look so nice—my daughter had on her best green silk and a white lace veil (real thread) thrown over her head. Mr. S. had a large straw hat, and striped jacket and trousers, and his shirt fastened at the throat by a broach with Carry's hair, for he was always quite above wearing a neckcloth. Dear, dear, they went away singing,

and well, Miss—the boat overset. Mr. Simcoe (poor Benjamin—as we have called him since—he never could abide it during his lifetime) was