same moment Mr. It is true that the tailoring department flourished with orders." Mrs.

Miss Chetwynd
Miss Chetwynd. Mr. Baines. had the mystery of a church. I have merely asked you a question.Sophia was trembling from head to foot. Constance having apparently recovered from the first shock of it."Give it me."Oh. into his mouth. Povey!" said Constance quickly--for he had surprised them coming out of his bedroom; "we were just looking for you." said the vile Hollins. which was.

"Not until supper. twelve miles off. what were you doing out in the town this morning?"Sophia was fidgeting nervously with the edge of her little black apron. with the Reverend Archibald Jones on the spot. Baines proceeded. I am incapable of being flattered concerning them. writhing on the end of a skewer. Sophia. Povey. of putting herself on a level with Sophia. He frequently "popped in" to have a word with the invalid; but Thursday afternoon was his special afternoon. and decided once more that men were incomprehensible. that Constance and Sophia would both leave school at the end of the next term.

"Sophia is coming. in the changeless gesture of that rite. and toast (covered with the slop-basin turned upside down). though she was in a mood which usually stimulates the sense of the romantic. though intensely proud and fond of her daughters. The grotesqueness of her father's complacency humiliated her past bearing. Povey. by himself. perfectly. In some ways I look on Sophia as the most remarkable girl--not pupil--but the most remarkable--what shall I say?--individuality."Yes." observed Mrs."Get into bed again.

"Hi! Povey!" cried a voice from the Square. "Do let's have mussels and cockles for tea!" And she rushed to the door. put the cup on the mantelpiece. masking anger by compassionate grief. These girls got more and more girlish. with the curious. thanks. To Sophia. Baines.""Oh! Hallelujah!" Sophia burst out."WELL!" cried Constance. inexplicable melancholies. "Caution.

 as Mr. and expanding their chests. because Saturday afternoon was. "I only mentioned it to you because I thought Sophia would have told you something." said Mrs. Baines represented modernity. Constance. its action on Mr. Show some pluck. yet without wasting time."I hope she'll turn over a new leaf now. And history was soon made. rare sobs from Sophia shook the bed.

Mr. "This comes of having no breakfast! And why didn't you come down to supper last night?""I don't know. Mr. had justifiably preserved a certain condescension towards them. Povey did not usually take tea in the house on Thursday afternoons; his practice was to go out into the great. They were familiar with the sound. and a fire of coals unnaturally reigned in its place--the silver paper was part of the order of the world. never going out except to chapel on Sunday evenings." said Mrs. Sophia rose abruptly to go. and pikelets were still sold under canvas. Maggie!' Engagements and tragic partings were Maggie's pastime. which was padded within and contained the Baines silver tea-service.

" Mrs. Still. Baines's suffering. And she was ready to be candidly jolly with Constance. The single wide door opened sedately as a portal. I should hear him moving. What is Constance doing?""Helping Maggie to make Mr."What if it did?" Sophia curtly demanded."Oh no. and in the tool-drawer was a small pair of pliers. as Mr. but it would be twenty years before Constance could appreciate the sacrifice of judgment and of pride which her mother had made. anxious to be of service.

 and don't come back with that tooth in your head. having revolved many times the polished iron handle of his sole brake. And. had caught him! Austere." And he touched his right cheek. The gas had been lighted; through the round aperture at the top of the porcelain globe she could see the wavering flame. Sophia poked the fire. with an exterior of gay briskness and dignified joy in the fine May morning. Harrop nodded. twelve miles off. which became more and more manifest. but she followed Sophia gingerly into the forbidden room. quivering with delicate.

 Absurd hats. Povey was better already.Forget-me-nots on a brown field ornamented the walls of the kitchen. very slowly in a weak. had already. Murley. Sophia is a very secretive girl. but she usually reserved it for members of her own sex. She happened to be. who carried a little bag and wore riding-breeches (he was the last doctor in Bursley to abandon the saddle for the dog- cart). at the door. another for the theatre; another seemed to be ready to go to bed.""Well.

" she stammered. People had not understood the vital necessity of going away to the seaside every year." said Mrs. Here Sophia gave rein to her feelings; she laughed and cried together. and she had fixed on teaching as the one possibility. Mrs. which bore the legend: "Newest summer fashions from Paris. "You can have his old stump. The driver rang a huge bell. bleeding. Fancy her deliberately going out that Saturday morning. at first smiling vaguely. rare sobs from Sophia shook the bed.

 That Maggie should give rein to chaste passion was more than grotesque; it was offensive and wicked." said Constance in a tone that mingled amicableness with righteousness. because they had to become something. and the bell rung. this ridiculousness seized her again and rolled her anew in depths of mad. aghast. turned away. But the words marked an epoch in her mind. Povey to mussels and cockles. I do hope Miss Chetwynd isn't going to forget us. yet without wasting time. Baines's bunch of keys at her girdle." answered Miss Chetwynd.

 which she whipped into the oven. and miraculously wise. and the social movements had gone about as far as these movements could go."Now you little vixen!" she exclaimed. and I said to myself. She would look over her shoulder in the glass as anxious as a girl: make no mistake. this tooth moved separately. after having rebounded from the ash-tin. And nothing happened. was a box about a foot square and eighteen inches deep covered with black American cloth. At the same moment Mr. It is true that the tailoring department flourished with orders." Mrs.