I'm thankful that he is going to school." When Mrs.Browne heard where Maggie had drank tea, she was offended.

She had only sat with Mrs.Buxton for an hour before dinner.

If Mrs.Buxton could bear the noise of children, she could not think why she shut herself up in that room, and gave herself such airs.

She supposed it was because she was the granddaughter of Sir Henry Biddulph that she took upon herself to have such whims, and not sit at the head of her table, or make tea for her company in a civil decent way.

Poor Mr.Buxton! What a sad life for a merry, light-hearted man to have such a wife! It was a good thing for him to have agreeable society sometimes.