You may take less, but never more." "Oh, mamma! how beautiful Combehurst spire is, with that dark cloud behind it!" exclaimed Maggie, as they came in sight of the town.
"You've no business with Combehurst spire when I'm speaking to you.

I'm talking myself out of breath to teach you how to behave, and there you go looking after clouds, and such like rubbish.

I'm ashamed of you." Although Maggie walked quietly by her mother's side all the rest of the way, Mrs.Browne was too much offended to resume her instructions on good-breeding.

Maggie might be helped three times if she liked: she had done with her.
They were very early.

When they drew near the bridge, they were met by a tall, fine-looking boy, leading a beautiful little Shetland pony, with a side-saddle on it.