They had shrimps for tea, and eggs, and buttered toast, and a small glass dish of sardines, to say nothing of a few little dishes of different preserves.

Mrs.Dredge, who was considered by the other ladies to have an appetite the reverse of refined, had, in addition to these slight refreshments, a mutton chop.

This she was eating with appetite and relish, while Miss Slowcum languidly tapped her egg, and remarked as she did so that it was hollow, but not more so than life.

Mrs.Mortlock, since the commencement of her affliction, always sat by Mrs.Flint's side, and when she imagined that her companions were making use of their sight to some purpose she invariably requested Mrs.Flint to describe to her what was going on.

On this particular evening the whole party were much excited and impressed by the unexpected return of Poppy, alias Sarah.
"It took me all of a heap!" said Mrs.Flint; "I really thought the girl was saucy, and had gone--but never a bit of it.