If only clothes did not wear out so fast." "Ah!" A sigh--from the very depths of the father's heart.
"Not a bit too fast for my clever fingers, though," said Ursula, quickly.

"Look, John, at this lovely braiding.

But I'm not going to do any more of it.

I shall certainly have no time to waste over fineries at Longfield." Her husband took up the fanciful work, admired it, and laid it down again.

After a pause he said: "Should you be very much disappointed if--if we do not go to Longfield after all ?" "Not go to Longfield!" The involuntary exclamation showed how deep her longing had been.
"Because I am afraid--it is hard, I know--but I am afraid we cannot manage it.