Each after her kind, Mrs.Bertram murmured.

But as she had an object in view it was necessary for her to earn the good-will of the well-to-do widow.
Accordingly, when the slender meal came to an end, and the two ladies found themselves under the shelter of the friendly oak-tree, matters went more smoothly.

Mrs.Bertram put her guest into an excellent humor by bestowing some cordial praise upon Beatrice.
"She is not like you," continued the good lady, with some naivete.
"No, no," responded the gratified mother.

"And sorry I'd be to think that Beatrice took after me.

I'm commonplace.