Ethel, we must come out! You don't know what an atmosphere it is! Blanche, go out to Norman!" "Flora, Flora! you don't consider," said Ethel, in an agony.
"Yes, yes.

It is not at all cold.

Let them have their presents out of doors and eat their buns." Richard and Mr.Wilmot agreed with Flora, and the party were turned out.
Ethel did own, when she was in the open air, "that it had been rather hot." Norman's face was a sight, as he stood holding Aubrey in his arms, to gratify the child's impatience.

The stifling den, the uncouth aspect of the children, the head girl so very ragged a specimen, thoroughly revolted his somewhat fastidious disposition.

This was Ethel's delight! to this she made so many sacrifices! this was all that her time and labour had effected! He did not wish to vex her but it was more than he could stand.
However, Ethel was too much engrossed to look for sympathy.