Girls would flirt; but then there would be Mrs.Mayford manoeuvring and scheming her heart out, while she, Agnes Buckley, was constrained by her principles only to look on and let things take their natural course.
Now, there arose a coolness between Agnes Buckley and the Mayfords, mother and son, which was never made up--never, oh, never! Not very many months after this she would have given ten thousand pounds to have been reconciled to the kind-hearted old busy-body; but then it was too late.
But now, going out into the garden, she found the Doctor busy planting some weeds he had found in the bush, in a quiet corner, with an air of stealth, intending to privately ask the gardener to see after them till he could fetch them away.

The magpie, having seen from the window a process of digging and burying going on, had attended in his official capacity, standing behind the Doctor, and encouraging him every now and then with a dance, or a few flute-like notes of music.

I need hardly mention that the moment the Doctor's back was turned the bird rooted up every one of the plants, and buried them in some secret spot of his own, where they lie, I believe, till this day.
To the Doctor she told the whole matter, omitting nothing, and then asked his advice.

"I suppose," she said, "you will only echo my own determination of doing nothing at all ?" "Quite so, my dear madam.

If she loves Sam, she will marry him; if she don't, he is better without her." "That is true," said Mrs.Buckley.