But small as she was, there was something unusual, some prophecy, perhaps, of developments to come, in the carriage of her head, and in some of her looks.

Her education had been extremely slight, many of her ideas were still childish, and the circle from which she came had been inferior in birth and breeding to his own.

But he had soon realised on their honeymoon, in spite of her simple talk, that she was very quick--very intelligent.
'Because--' she went on, doubtfully--'there are so many other things I could do--quite useful things.

There's sphagnum moss! Everybody up here is gathering sphagnum moss--you know--for bandages--upon the fells.

I daresay Bridget might help in that.