Pray don't poke and spy when you come into the room, and don't frown when you are trying to see.

I hope you won't have anything to help at dinner.

Take care how you manage." "I'll try," said Ethel meekly, though a good deal tormented, as Flora went on with half a dozen more injunctions, closed by Meta's coming to fetch them.

Little Meta did not like to show them her own bedroom--she pitied them so much when she thought of the contrast.

She would have liked to put Flora's arm through her's, but she thought, it would look neglectful of Ethel; so she only showed the way downstairs.