'I always considered you an example to our ladies.

I lost one of my best workers when I lost you.' A painful colour came into Miss Hamilton's face.
'Oh no,' she protested, rather feebly.

'Etta is far cleverer than I at parish work.

Teaching does not make her head ache.' 'Yours used not to ache last summer,' persisted Uncle Max, but she did not seem to hear him.

She had turned to me, and there was almost an appealing look in her beautiful eyes, as though she were begging me to talk.
'Oh, do you know, Miss Garston,' she said nervously, 'that Giles was very nearly sending for you last night?
He was with Mrs.Blagrove's little girl until five this morning; the poor little creature died at half-past four, and he told us that he thought half a dozen times of sending for you.' 'I wish he had done so.