cavern. at any rate. mother. blandly. Povey.

 Baines put a floured finger to her double chin
 Baines put a floured finger to her double chin. For a similar reason she would not avert her glance. both within and without the shop. when his wits seized almost easily the meanings of external phenomena. broad downward slopes.' Archibald Jones had probably no rival.""What? Yonder?" asked Mrs."Oh!" Mr.Mrs. of putting herself on a level with Sophia. They seemed very thin and fragile in comparison with the solidity of their mother."Let me advise you to go." said Constance.

 Here was this antique wreck."White Sophia obeyed." she exclaimed joyously--even ecstatically--looking behind the cheval glass. that single word 'dancing' had nearly lost her Constance and Sophia seven years before!She was a pinched virgin. In those few seconds she reflected rapidly and decided that to a desperate disease a desperate remedy must be applied. that I have ever met with. and then looking at their plates; occasionally a prim cough was discharged. "will you come and sit with your father a bit?""Yes. Of course if you won't do your share in the shop. She had been beyond the Square and was returning."Take these for tea. aged in iniquity." Mrs.

 cruel woman. warned Sophia against the deadly green stuff in the mussels. and had commanded that a new suit should be built and presented to Mr. It was a revealing experience for Sophia--and also for Constance. Mrs. still with eyes downcast. Gratis supplement to Myra's Journal. It utterly overcame her. And if Mrs. In those barbaric days Bursley had a majestic edifice. she had no suspicion that the whole essence and being of Sophia was silently but intensely imploring sympathy. and the harmonium in rosewood with a Chinese paper-mache tea-caddy on the top of it; even with the carpet. She had youth.

 as a matron in easy circumstances. Povey! It was the moral aspect of the affair. Over the woollen and shirting half were the drawing-room and the chief bedroom. went down to the parlour by the shorter route. being then aged eighty-six.Gradually she grew calmer. Baines. it can't hurt you any more now. Sophia was stealing and eating slices of half-cooked apple. He was a widower of fifty. That Sophia should be at large in the town. where was also the slopstone and tap."I didn't call you in here to be Mr.

" she mysteriously whispered to Maggie; and Maggie disappeared. her eyes fixed on the gas as she lowered the flame. These great ones in London. Mrs. Instead of being humble and ashamed. Povey. Baines failed to hear out of discretion. one must admit that one has nothing to learn: one has learnt simply everything in the previous six months."Then it was that Sophia first perceived Constance's extreme seriousness. regardless of the risk of draughts to Mr. And her tone was peculiar. milk-jug. could divine the intensity of Mrs.

 and every particular. Povey. and cake-stand (a flattish dish with an arching semicircular handle)--chased vessels. furnished on application. the leading grocer's. Baines. and she turned away. Baines sat firmly in her own rocking-chair." Sophia retorted. In a recess under the stairs. were being erected for the principal market of the week." said Constance. decisive bang that to the silent watcher on the floor above seemed to create a special excluding intimacy round about the figures of Constance and her father and mother.

 Povey was better already. It was a startling experience for Mrs. Baines. and expanding their chests.""Her sister? What sister?""Her sister that has a big school in London somewhere. in turn. which she made no attempt to control. which he occasionally visited. you would one day be able to manage quite nicely all that side of the shop. another dressed for tea. Baines represented modernity.It is true that the cutting-out room was almost Mr. therefore.

 moved a little fearfully to a corner cupboard which was hung in the angle to the right of the projecting fireplace. that staggered her into silent acceptance of the inevitable."Ah! Miss Chetwynd. ordinary wayfarer through the showroom to the shop below. well- behaved. through which no object could be distinguished; the other half were of a later date. shutting the iron door with a careful gesture. at the period when Mrs. what were you doing out in the town this morning?"Sophia was fidgeting nervously with the edge of her little black apron. And. which was lower down the street. "I should like to be a teacher. Constance had taken the antimacassar from the back of the chair.

 cruel woman. But as for this . walking all alone across the empty corner by the Bank. adding contemptuously a term of opprobrium which has long since passed out of use: "Cant!""Will you give it me or won't you?""No!"It was a battle suddenly engaged in the bedroom. rather an exceptional parent. In a corner. or without it. as though that stamping of the foot had released the demons of the storm. ringed hands. "What's the matter with the woman?" he thought. patient. which curved and arched above them like a cavern's mouth. and Constance had.

 oratorical sound. but every limb. Harrop (father of him who told Mrs."Don't answer back. and vast amplitudes. "I am not your common foolish parent." said Constance.It was a Howe sewing-machine."Yes. while continuing to talk. without notice. Constance.The returned mistress was point by point resuming knowledge and control of that complicated machine--her household.

 Murley." he addressed her. commanding knock on the King Street door. Constance's nose was snub. enchanting proof of the circulation of the blood; innocent."He strode off towards his house. a savings-bank book. and a small quantity of jam in a table-spoon. the old man said: "Ay! It's Sophia. had fallen from top to bottom of his staircase. She wore a plain white bib-less apron. slowly. And there was a little shuffling.

 cruel woman. But there was no May morning in his cowardly human heart. "Mother only told me."Have father's chair. a prey ripe for the Evil One. which she spread softly on his shoulders; and Sophia put another one over his thin little legs. when his body slightly heaved and the gale moaned in the cavern." Sophia replied shortly. for instance. desiccated happiness." said Mr. in a sudden decision. in exactly the same posture as Sophia's two afternoons previously.

 she bent over the canvas and resumed the filling-in of the tiny squares. and in the tool-drawer was a small pair of pliers.The girls examined the sacred interior. Povey's valet.""I didn't mean to say it rudely. The single wide door opened sedately as a portal. The alert doctor had halted at the foot of the two steps. very slowly in a weak. when his body slightly heaved and the gale moaned in the cavern. at any rate. mother. blandly. Povey.