Lord Lufton sang also, a little, and Captain Culpepper a very little; so that they got up a concert among them.

In the meantime the doctor and Mark stood talking together on the rug before the fire; the two mothers sat contented, watching the billings and the cooings of their offspring--and Lucy sat alone, turning over the leaves of a book of pictures.

She made up her mind fully, then and there, that she was quite unfitted by disposition for such work as this.

She cared for no one, and no one cared for her.

Well, she must go through with it now; but another time she would know better.