After they mentioned it, I remembered that we hadn't received nearly so many letters from Shelley lately, and mother seldom found time to read them aloud during the day and forgot, or her eyes were tired, at night.
"Are you worrying about Shelley ?" asked father one night.
"Yes, I am," answered mother.
"What do you think is the trouble ?" "I'm afraid things are not coming out with Mr.Paget as she hoped." "If they don't, she is going to be unhappy ?" "That's putting it mildly." "Well, I was doubtful in the beginning." "Now hold on," said mother.

"So was I; but what are you going to do?
I can't go through the world with my girls, and meet men for them.

I trained them just as carefully as possible before I started them out; that was all I could do.

Shelley knows when a man appears clean, decent and likable.

She knows when his calling is respectable.