"He's going away with her back to the old country, and we might just as well think about getting other borders, for I suppose Mr.Bulrush and his bonny bride will set up a little bulrush tabernacle on the banks of the Nile"-- she nodded in the direction of the river outside--"and they'll find a little Moses and will treat it as their very own." "Kitty, how can you!" Kitty shrugged a shoulder.

"It would be ridiculous for that pair to have one of their own.

It's only the young mother with a new baby that looks natural to me." "Don't talk that way, Kitty," rejoined her mother sharply.

"You aren't fit to judge of such things." "I will be before long," said her daughter.

"Anyway, Mrs.Crozier isn't any better able to talk than I am," she added irrelevantly.