"Mamma 's not really shocked," added Christina in a moment, as if she had guessed her mother's by-play.

"She is only afraid that Mr.Hudson might have injured my hair, and that, per consequenza, I should sell for less." "You unnatural child!" cried mamma.

"You deserve that I should make a fright of you!" And with half a dozen skillful passes she twisted the tresses into a single picturesque braid, placed high on the head, as a kind of coronal.
"What does your mother do when she wants to do you justice ?" Rowland asked, observing the admirable line of the young girl's neck.
"I do her justice when I say she says very improper things.

What is one to do with such a thorn in the flesh ?" Mrs.Light demanded.
"Think of it at your leisure, Mr.Mallet," said Christina, "and when you 've discovered something, let us hear.

But I must tell you that I shall not willingly believe in any remedy of yours, for you have something in your physiognomy that particularly provokes me to make the remarks that my mother so sincerely deplores.