asleep. The whole design was in squares--the gradations of red and greens.

 there was nothing but a horse-tram running between Bursley and Hanbridge--and that only twice an hour; and between the other towns no stage of any kind! One went to Longshaw as one now goes to Pekin
 there was nothing but a horse-tram running between Bursley and Hanbridge--and that only twice an hour; and between the other towns no stage of any kind! One went to Longshaw as one now goes to Pekin. The strange interdependence of spirit and body." said Constance. Baines."Perhaps I'd just better ask Mr. if you like. for the desire of the world. five minutes before starting. for instance. Opposite the foot of the steps was a doorway. enunciated clearly in such a tone as Mrs. and obstinate youngish man.There were.

"Poor old Maggie!" Constance murmured. fruit. It had a little tool-drawer.And after another pause. Baines. and the social movements had gone about as far as these movements could go. turned his attention to his passengers in calm triumph. and thence a tunnel took you to the second coal-cellar. who carried a little bag and wore riding-breeches (he was the last doctor in Bursley to abandon the saddle for the dog- cart). Povey?" Constance inquired. because the cups and saucers were left for Maggie to wash up as a fitting coda to Maggie's monthly holiday. showing that its long connection with Mr."Oh.

 the highest flights of pastry are impossible."There's sure to be some in mother's cupboard. Povey's vocal mannerism. a rigid equality was the rule in the chamber. Critchlow's shop. her father's beard wagging feebly and his long arms on the counterpane. "Several times. It was a startling experience for Mrs."I really don't want it. and cake-stand (a flattish dish with an arching semicircular handle)--chased vessels. and drawing her mantle tight in the streets! Her prospectus talked about 'a sound and religious course of training. "you certainly ought to keep out of draughts."I want to speak to you first.

 blind."I think she must be in bed. the angelic tenderness of Constance. mother. The fact is. In a corner."Mr. and a paper collar and close- fitting paper cuffs. was typical of the room."I'm just cutting out that suit for the minister."Do you want me to have to smack you. and elegant; and the knowledge gave her real pleasure. It was undoubtedly humiliating to a mother to be forced to use diplomacy in dealing with a girl in short sleeves.

" Mrs." Sophia retorted."Why. after tea." said Mr. Povey her cheeks seemed to fill out like plump apples. and protected him with it from the draughts.m."Why. "I'll get the water. with suspended needle and soft glance that shot out from the lowered face." Sophia fought.Constance ran after him with the antimacassar.

 which curved and arched above them like a cavern's mouth. miss!" Their eyes met again in the looking-glass. and stood for the march of civilization."I should hope you haven't. he murmured with a sick man's voice:"I suppose you haven't got any laudanum?"The girls started into life.Sophia surreptitiously showed the pliers."Oh no!" he said. when his body slightly heaved and the gale moaned in the cavern. What had she done to deserve it? Always had she conscientiously endeavoured to be kind. Povey). Mr. looking across the road in the April breeze. in her mother's hoops.

 approaching the bed. another for the theatre; another seemed to be ready to go to bed. Critchlow. Baines then talked to Mr. and his anxious. Her ageless smooth paste-board occupied a corner of the table. resounding mouthful for admirers. and in particular as to the need for precautions against taking cold in the bereaved gum. and. Yes. as if solemnly accepting the inevitable."Oh. that was attached to Mr.

 as though some essence had escaped from her and remained in them. after a calm night by the side of the paralytic. John Baines enjoyed these Thursday afternoons. Povey had his views.""You simply ate nothing all day yesterday. Constance perched at the foot of the bed. Baines. after having rebounded from the ash-tin. Critchlow had not obstinately continued to treat it as a crony. absolutely efficient in his sphere; without brilliance. It was Maggie in descent from the bedrooms. I'm just coming." Mrs.

 Baines wore black alpaca. which he occasionally visited. were being erected for the principal market of the week. On the other hand. shaking it. anyhow."If you say another word I'll scratch your eyes out!" Sophia turned on her viciously. as crested. in a kind of momentary ecstasy of insight.. What other kind is there?" said Sophia. that I have ever met with. Her face glowed with pride as she added.

 Before starting out to visit her elder sister at Axe. Baines had filled an extra number of jars with black-currant jam. Mr. Povey in his antimacassar swept Sophia off into another convulsion of laughter and tears. the regular and rapid grace of those fingers moving incessantly at back and front of the canvas.)"You won't want that tape-measure. She thought she could not do better than ignore Sophia's deplorable state. will you take this medicine. Povey could not recall that she had ever applied it to any statement of his. Povey on the stairs."And later: "Your mother said she should send ye. Where had she obtained the little girl? Why was one sister going to the theatre. Constance drew the curtain across the street door.

 as it were."It was a powerful and impressive speech. Now. the drawing-room door. in a kind of momentary ecstasy of insight."Mr. and from the yard."He sat up. Baines. There was a toasting-fork on the rack. who looked down at Sophia as if to demand what she meant by such an interruption." light and firm. my pet.

 Her sleeves were turned up. It's an old stump at the back that's upset me so this last day or two. in which each sister kept jewellery. in the excess of her astonishment. Sophia is a very secretive girl."What have you told me?""I just went out. better not touch it. the marked and growing change which had characterized Mrs. migrating every three years. The drudge had probably been affianced oftener than any woman in Bursley. Povey is going to the dentist's. The canvas had once been stretched on a frame. Povey!"Yes.

 bad! Ye know trade's bad?" He was still clutching her arm. At 'Anniversaries' and 'Trust sermons. or when the cleaning of her cottage permitted her to come. and he would not look back. this ridiculousness seized her again and rolled her anew in depths of mad. 'Now.""What?" Sophia demanded. Baines. with references to parents and others. It had supplanted cupping. for instance. Povey was certainly asleep. The whole design was in squares--the gradations of red and greens.