The post is a good one, a light and an easy one, and I can get many another lass to fill it." "I think, ma'am," said Mrs.Dredge, whose face had grown wonderfully smooth and pleasant of late, "that the dear girls will all be in town this week, and most likely Miss Primrose will come to pay you a visit.
Oh, they are nice girls, pretty, elegant girls, just the kind of girls my good man would like to have been papa to.

I can't help shivering, even now when I think of that wicked man Dove, and what a state he put dear little Daisy into." "If praises of the Mainwarings is to begin," answered Mrs.Mortlock in her tartest voice, "what I say is, let me retire.

It's all very well for them as has right to talk well of the absent, but when one of the absent ones is neglecting her duty the lady who has weak eyes feels it.

Miss Slowcum, ma'am, have you any objection to moving with me into the drawing-room?
I can lend you that pattern you admired so much for tatting if you read me the latest gossip from the evening papers, ma'am." Mrs.Mortlock rose from her chair, and, accompanied by Miss Slowcum, left the room.

Miss Slowcum took a ladylike interest in all kinds of needlework, and the desire to possess the tatting pattern overcame her great reluctance to read aloud to the very tart old lady.
Mrs.Mortlock placed herself in the most comfortable arm-chair the room afforded, and having secured her victim, began instantly to tyrannize over her.
"Now, Miss Slowcum, read up chirrupy and cheerful please.