The scare of a few weeks back seemed to be dying down.

People said the pest had been stamped out, and the brighter, hotter weather cheered the hearts of men, albeit in case of sickness it might be their worst enemy, as some amongst them well knew.
"I never believed a word of it!" said the wife of the Master Builder, as she sat in her fine drawing room and fanned herself with a great fan made of peacock's feathers.

She was very handsomely dressed, far muore like a fine Court dame than the wife of a simple citizen.

Her comnpanion was a very pretty girl of about nineteen, whose abundant chestnut hair was dressed after a fashionable mode, although she refused to have it frizzed over her head as her mother's was, and would have preferred to dress it quite simply.

She wished she might have plain clothes suitable to her station, instead of being tricked out as though she were a fine lady.