At Last

Mrs. Rachel Sutton was a born match maker, and she had cultivated the gift by diligent practice. As the sight of a tendrilled vine suggests the need and fitness of a trellis, and a stray glove invariably brings to mind the thought of its absent fellow, so every disengaged spinster of marriageable age was an appeal - pathetic and sure - to the dear woman's helpful sympathy, and her whole soul went out in compassion over such nice and an appropriated bachelors as crossed her orbit, like blind and dizzy comets.