Your make, Phebe ?" "No," answered Phebe, shortly, moving just out of reach of the bland old hand, which stretched itself out to chuck her under the chin, and was left patting the air with infinite benevolence "mother made them." "All wrong," commented Mrs.Upjohn.

"All wrong.

You should not leave your mother any work that you could spare her.

One of the first things I taught our Maria" (Mrs.Upjohn in Mr.Hardcastle's presence always said _our_ Maria with great distinctness),--"one of the first things I taught her was, that it was her privilege to save me in every thing.

I don't believe in idleness for girls.