I always get cut flowers for her room." "It isn't for Miss Hammond," said Kitty rather shyly; "I have bought violets for her.

I think I will take the rose back to Miss Pidsley." "Miss Pidsley! You funny girl, Kitty." "Well, at any rate I will offer it to her, and if she doesn't like it-- she can't hurt me; and it does seem rather hard that she should miss all this, and not have anything taken back to her either.

She seems to have all the dull, disagreeable things to do, and none of the nice ones." "I had never thought of that," said Pamela.

"I suppose she chose what should be her work, and what should be Miss Hammond's." "Then she must be a good sort to have given all the nicest things to others to do, and have kept all the dull ones for herself," said Kitty, with the frankness with which schoolgirls discuss their elders in private.
"Come along, girls," called Miss Hammond, returning to the shop.
"I have ordered tea, and it will be ready in five minutes." By this time it was getting dark, and it was very pleasant to turn from the cold, windy streets into the snug, brightly-lighted room where tea was laid for them at a couple of tables placed in the window.
The blinds were up, and they could watch the people and the busy life in the streets, or could turn their eyes inwards and look at that in the room, where every table was occupied.

They were all very hungry and pleased and excited.