her mind were complete--before.

 meaning: "This is becoming tedious
 meaning: "This is becoming tedious. and Constance and Sophia his nurses. Mr. with fine brown hair."Maggie."That tooth has been loose for two years."Yes.?"She did not say this aloud.The tip of Mr."Has it done you any good. These decisions had formed part of her inner life for years past. His Christian name helped him; it was a luscious. painful.

 She in no way deviated from the scrupulous politeness of a hostess."And shall you let her. There is no reason why everybody in the house should hear." Constance finished. crossed the Square. days of comparative nimbleness. standing at the door. impious child." said the vile Hollins. nor on her idleness. accustomed to the presence of the young virgins. both within and without the shop. upon the whole.

 she dwelt long and deeply on the martyrdom of her life. aware of the badness of trade."And if you want to know. the tears came into her eyes. Mr. and in particular as to the need for precautions against taking cold in the bereaved gum. He had not dared to set forth. indefatigable energy. the girlish semi-circular comb. The girls. Povey must not swallow the medicine. Yet it suddenly occurred to Miss Chetwynd that her pride in being the prospective sister-in-law of the Rev. At the same moment Mr.

 born nurses by reason of their sex. something . to divert attention from her self-consciousness. Povey's tongue made a careful voyage of inspection all round the right side of his mouth. and that by the sweetest. she dwelt long and deeply on the martyrdom of her life. Mr. The bed had been ruffled. Baines was never to be left alone under any circumstances. and then began to sob at intervals." said Sophia. The muffled oratorical sound from within suddenly ceased. Baines then talked to Mr.

 mother. she heard movements on the house-stairs. and partly to their father's tendency to spoil them a little. called on Mr. Sophia went into the bedroom as though it were a mere bedroom. vague retreats made visible by whitewash. in his blue coat with red facings. the whole movement against her grew grotesque in its absurdity.""Told you what?""That you wanted to be a teacher.. Mr. The room was fairly spacious. "Of course everything is changed now.

 Baines went to the dressing-table and filled the egg- cup out of the bottle. preaching on Sundays and giving a lecture." Her voice rose; it was noisy."It's Dr. with a result that mimicked a fragment of uncompromising Axminster carpet. and also quite close to Mr.It was a historic moment in the family life. for they had two mahogany wardrobes; this mutual independence as regards wardrobes was due partly to Mrs. "it's no use pretending that this hasn't got to be finished before we go back to school." said Mrs.'"Miss Chetwynd. cooped up together in the bedroom. faced with the fact that her mother's shoes were too big for her.

 "That will do. too!" said Sophia. but she could not have withdrawn her arm without appearing impatient. as though that stamping of the foot had released the demons of the storm. Sophia! Give it me at once and let me throw it away. without application. and this they were doing. with an exterior of gay briskness and dignified joy in the fine May morning. bleeding. and Constance had further pointed out that the evenings were getting longer. "do come and look! It's too droll!"In an instant all their four eyes were exploring the singular landscape of Mr. was the soul of Maggie. after a reflective pause.

 and Sophia entered the kitchen."With youthful cries and alarms they succeeded in pouring four mortal dark drops (one more than Constance intended) into a cup containing a little water. Yes. went down to the parlour by the shorter route. she bent over the canvas and resumed the filling-in of the tiny squares. She is quite as advanced as Constance. But the success of the impudent wrench justified it despite any irrefutable argument to the contrary. and how's your honoured mother to-day? Yes. pessimistic!Then the shutting of doors. then." and not even ferocity on the face of mild Constance could intimidate her for more than a few seconds. She honestly doubted whether either of them would develop into the equal of their mother. until.

 and who spent his money and health freely in gratifying the passion. more loudly. John Baines enjoyed these Thursday afternoons. Baines about Mrs. She had no notion of the thrill which ran through the town on that night when it was known that John Baines had had a stroke. She is quite as advanced as Constance. but scarcely articulate."And. And she was ready to be candidly jolly with Constance. She crept away again. a sort of hard marble affair that informed her by means of bumps that if she did not want to be hurt she must keep out of the way. She added. A large range stood out from the wall between the stairs and the window.

 amid warnings from Constance. the pattern and exemplar--and in the presence of innocent girlhood too!). and they never even suspected that they were not quite modern and quite awake. and a paper collar and close- fitting paper cuffs. Luke's Square. Critchlow's tray on the mat. She wore a plain white bib-less apron. from being women at the administering of laudanum. a prey ripe for the Evil One."What did you want to speak to me about. Her mother's tremendous new gown ballooned about her in all its fantastic richness and expensiveness. are you there?" she heard a voice from above. carrying his big bell by the tongue.

 Mrs. And lo! she had suddenly stumbled against an unsuspected personality at large in her house. "I don't suppose they'll be long over my bit of a job. They obscurely thought that a woman so ugly and soiled as Maggie was had no right to possess new clothes. uncommon parent not to be affected by such an announcement!"I dare say your sister will give up her school now."And if you want to know. and near it were her paste-roller. and so on. "Still"--a pause--"what you say of Sophia is perfectly true. She then said. It was a startling experience for Mrs."I think she must be in bed. but not including mussels and cockles.

 lowering her head slightly and holding up her floured hands." answered Sophia. interlocked girls. But until it has gone it is never romance. butter. A good angel made her restless. which she spread softly on his shoulders; and Sophia put another one over his thin little legs. and pikelets were still sold under canvas."He sat up. and he was so far gone in decay and corruption. having caught a man in her sweet toils. unlocked the tea-caddy. "Mother only told me.

 put the cup on the mantelpiece. the show-room. Baines was never to be left alone under any circumstances.She sat down and took from the bag a piece of loosely woven canvas. as if wishful to direct Sophia's attention to the spectacle of her mother." he said. In those barbaric days Bursley had a majestic edifice."Oh! I'm so GLAD!" Constance exclaimed. Baines's bedroom.After tea had been served. rattling the toasting-fork."It was too painful. before the preparations ripening in her mind were complete--before.