On Friday evenings the big , fire-lighted livingroom was crowded by callers and echoed to endless jest and laughter , while Aunt Jamesina smiled beamingly on them all . The `` Jonas '' of Phil 's letter came often , running up from St. Columbia on the early train and departing on the late . He was a general favorite at Patty 's Place , though Aunt Jamesina shook her head and opined that divinity students were not what they used to be . `` He 's VERY nice , my dear , '' she told Phil , `` but ministers ought to be graver and more dignified . '' `` Ca n't a man laugh and laugh and be a Christian still ? '' demanded Phil . `` Oh , MEN -- yes . But I was speaking of MINISTERS , my dear , '' said Aunt Jamesina rebukingly . `` And you should n't flirt so with Mr. Blake -- you really should n't . '' `` I 'm not flirting with him , '' protested Phil . Nobody believed her , except Anne . The others thought she was amusing herself as usual , and told her roundly that she was behaving very badly . `` Mr. Blake is n't of the Alec-and-Alonzo type , Phil , '' said Stella severely . `` He takes things seriously . You may break his heart . '' `` Do you really think I could ? '' asked Phil . `` I 'd love to think so . '' `` Philippa Gordon ! I never thought you were utterly unfeeling .
The idea of you saying you 'd love XXXXX break a man 's heart ! ''
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