Dear, dear, dear! I can't tell what's come to girls these days; they don't seem to find no heart nor pleasure in anything.

Now, if there is a girl who, in my opinion, has fallen on her feet, it's you, Miss Mainwaring; for, surely, the handsome salary I allow is earned with next to no trouble.

When once a girl can read she can read continual, and that's all I ask of you." "I'm sorry," said Primrose; "some things at home are troubling me, and I cannot help thinking about them.

I shall do better over the gossip." "That's right, my love! I'd ask you about the home troubles, but my nerves won't stand no worriting.

Get on with the gossip, dear, and make your voice chirrupy and perky, as though you saw the spice of it all, and enjoyed it--do." Just at this moment, while poor Primrose was trying to train her unwilling voice, the door was opened, and Poppy, red in the face, and with her best hat and jacket on, came in.
"Miss Primrose, I'm come to say good-bye, I am.