If I praise Primrose Mainwaring, and a good girl she was when she was with me--yes, a good, painstaking girl, thankful for her mercies--it's no disparagement to you, Miss Slowcum.

You're mellow, my dear, and you can't help being mellow, and Primrose Mainwaring is crisp, and she can't help being crisp.

Oh, goodness gracious me! what sound is that falls on my ear ?" "An old friend's voice, I hope, Mrs.Mortlock," said a pleasant girlish tone, and Primrose Mainwaring herself bent down over the old lady and kissed her.
Notwithstanding all her grumbling Mrs.Mortlock had taken an immense fancy to Primrose.

She returned her embrace warmly, and even took her hand and squeezed it.
"I'd like to see you, dear," she said, "but I'm getting blinder and blinder.

Have you come back to your continual reading, dear?
I hope so, for you do the gossip in a very chirruping style." While Mrs.Mortlock was speaking to Primrose Miss Slowcum had taken Daisy in her arms, and covered her sweet little face with kisses, for Miss Slowcum was not all sour and affected, and she had shed some bitter tears in secret over the child's unaccountable disappearance.
Mrs.Dredge and Mrs.Flint had both surrounded Jasmine, who, in a white summer frock, was looking extremely pretty, and was entertaining them with some animated conversation.
"Yes," said Primrose to Mrs.Mortlock, "I will come to read to you as often as ever I can.