Jump in," called the doctor, as Norman drew up.
"I shall crowd you--I shall hurt your arm, papa; thank you." "No, you won't--jump in--there's room for three thread-papers in one gig.

Why, Wilmot, your brother has a very jewel of a squire! How did you fare ?" "Very well on the whole," was Mr.Wllmot's answer, while Ethel scrambled in, and tried to make herself small, an art in which she was not very successful; and Norman gave an exclamation of horrified warning, as she was about to step into the flower-basket; then she nearly tumbled out again in dismay, and was relieved to find herself safely wedged in, without having done any harm, while her father called out to Mr.Wilmot, as they started, "I say! You are coming back to tea with us." That cheerful tone, and the kindness to herself, were a refreshment and revival to Ethel, who was still sobered and shocked by her yesterday's adventure, and by the sense of her father's sorrowful displeasure.
Expecting further to be scolded for getting in so awkwardly, she did not venture to volunteer anything, and even when he kindly said, "I hope you were prosperous in your expedition," she only made answer, in a very grave voice, "Yes, papa, we have taken a very nice tidy room." "What do you pay for it ?" "Fourpence for each time." "Well, here's for you," said Dr.May.

"It is only two guineas to-day; that banker at the Grange beguiled us of our time, but you had better close the bargain for him, Ethel--he will be a revenue for you, for this winter at least." "Oh, thank you, papa," was all Ethel could say; overpowered by his kindness, and more repressed by what she felt so unmerited, than she would have been by coldness, she said few words, and preferred listening to Norman, who began to describe their adventures at the Grange.
All her eagerness revived, however, as she sprang out of the carriage, full of tidings for Margaret; and it was almost a race between her and Norman to get upstairs, and unfold their separate budgets.
Margaret's lamp had just been lighted, when they made their entrance, Norman holding the flowers on high.
"Oh, how beautiful! how delicious! For me?
Where did you get them ?" "From Abbotstoke Grange; Miss Rivers sent them to you." "How very kind! What a lovely geranium, and oh, that fern! I never saw anything so choice.

How came she to think of me ?" "They asked me in because it rained, and she was making the prettiest things, leather leaves and flowers for picture frames.

I thought it was work that would just suit you, and learned how to do it.