There's nothing comparable for ugliness to the people of a manufacturing town." My mind was running on certain very ingenious and tasteful methods of hanging nosegays on the wall.
"Those baskets with ferns and flowers in, against the wall, were lovely, weren't they ?" said I."Do you think we shall ever be able to think of such pretty things ?" "We're not fools," said Eleanor briefly.

"We shall do it when we set our minds to it.

Meantime, we must make notes of whatever strikes us." "There are plenty of jolly, old-fashioned flowers in the garden at home," said I.It was a polite way of expressing my inward regret that we had no tropical orchids or strange stove-plants.

And Eleanor danced round me, and improvised a song beginning: "There are ferns by Ewden's waters, And heather on the hill." From the better adornment of the Vicarage to the better adornment of ourselves was a short stride.

Most of the young ladies in these country homes were very prettily dressed.