But I can't help wishing as Miss Elisabeth had got some bugles on that best dress of hers; there's nothing quite comes up to bugles, to my mind." "There ain't; they give such a finish, as one may say, being so rich-looking.

But for my part I think Miss Elisabeth has been a bit short with the crape, considering that Miss Farringdon was father and mother and what-not to her.

Now supposing she'd had a crape mantle with handsome bugle fringe for Sundays; that's what I should have called paying proper respect to the departed; instead of a short jacket with ordinary braid on it, that you might wear for a great-uncle as hadn't left you a penny." "Well, Mrs.Hankey, folks may do what they like with their own, and it's not for such as us to sit in judgment on our betters; but I don't think as Miss Farringdon's will gave her any claim to a crape mantle with a bugle fringe; I don't indeed." "Well, to be sure, but you do speak strong on the subject!" "And I feel strong, too," replied Mrs.Bateson, waxing more indignant.
"There's dear Miss Elisabeth has been like an own daughter to Miss Farringdon ever since she was a baby, and yet Miss Farringdon leaves her fortune over Miss Elisabeth's head to some good-for-nothing young man that nobody knows for certain ever was born.

I've no patience with such ways!" "It does seem a bit hard on Miss Elisabeth, I must admit, her being Miss Farringdon's adopted child.

But, as I've said before, there's nothing like a will for making a thorough to-do." "It's having been engaged to Mr.George all them years ago that set her up to it.