'I really don't see what is to become of her when she grows older, or what position she is to take.

She don't gain on her Papa in the least.

How can one expect she should, when she is so very unlike a Dombey ?' Miss Tox looked as if she saw no way out of such a cogent argument as that, at all.
'And the child, you see,' said Mrs Chick, in deep confidence, 'has poor dear Fanny's nature.

She'll never make an effort in after-life, I'll venture to say.

Never! She'll never wind and twine herself about her Papa's heart like--' 'Like the ivy ?' suggested Miss Tox.
'Like the ivy,' Mrs Chick assented.