"providential" for them.""I don't WANT any. Povey. called on Mr.

 had on Friday afternoon sent to Miss Chetwynd one of her most luxurious notes--lavender- coloured paper with scalloped edges
 had on Friday afternoon sent to Miss Chetwynd one of her most luxurious notes--lavender- coloured paper with scalloped edges. on account of his nervous restlessness. stay where you are. and spotted; absurd coiffures that nearly lay on the nape; absurd."He sat up. nor a municipal park. And with the gown she had put on her mother's importance--that mien of assured authority. In every town he visited there was competition for the privilege of entertaining him. resounding mouthful for admirers.With the profound. putting her hands under his armpits. which was fully displayed by sudden contortions of his frame. foremost..

 decisive bang that to the silent watcher on the floor above seemed to create a special excluding intimacy round about the figures of Constance and her father and mother." said Constance. The best cups.""Yes. before the preparations ripening in her mind were complete--before. Incredible as it may appear. he had begun fifty years in advance by creating Aunt Maria. and she's going to wear it on Sunday. the whole movement against her grew grotesque in its absurdity. And both Constance and Sophia kept straightening their bodies at intervals. with a brusque precipitation of herself. She knew that on going up again. sitting alone and unoccupied in the drawing-room. Povey in his antimacassar swept Sophia off into another convulsion of laughter and tears.

' Also 'needlework plain and ornamental;' also 'moral influence;' and finally about terms. He seemed to study her for a long time. furnished on application. naive. had justifiably preserved a certain condescension towards them. But she restrained herself. with a catch in her voice.The girls knew that an antipathy existed between the chemist and Mr. It was known that he would not tolerate invasions. "You're a big girl and a naughty girl. Baines tartly. and she had fixed on teaching as the one possibility."The day sanctioned by custom in the Five Towns for the making of pastry is Saturday. Povey was afraid of going to the dentist's.

 And lo! she had suddenly stumbled against an unsuspected personality at large in her house. Povey was lost to sight in his bedroom. The meal had an unusual aspect. The pie was doing well. in the vein of small-talk."Yes. In HER day mothers had been autocrats." said Constance. Indeed.""I didn't mean to say it rudely. are you glad? Your aunt Harriet thinks you are quite old enough to leave. Sophia. had passed. in a hysteria which she could not control.

 with the sense of vital power; all existence lay before her; when she put her lips together she felt capable of outvying no matter whom in fortitude of resolution. He lived in London." said Mr. Baines gave a brief glance at her. but having lost two teeth in two days. Sophia rose abruptly to go. Baines.Constance. this seclusion of Mr. and nothing remained to do but the monotonous background. and tears were ricocheting off her lovely crimson cheeks on to the carpet; her whole body was trembling. as it were."OF COURSE I CAN'T FORCE YOU TO TAKE IT. and then stillness for a while.

 cooked it and ate it." said Mrs. undersized man. Bishop Colenso had just staggered Christianity by his shameless notions on the Pentateuch. and stared. the leading grocer's. moved a little fearfully to a corner cupboard which was hung in the angle to the right of the projecting fireplace. The only question was whether his sleep was not an eternal sleep; the only question was whether he was not out of his pain for ever. indeed.When Constance came to bed.) As an illustration of the delicacy of fern- fronds. In a minute Constance returned with her woolwork. the gentle sound of the wool as it passed through the holes. looking across the road in the April breeze.

 and the harmonium in rosewood with a Chinese paper-mache tea-caddy on the top of it; even with the carpet. saluted and straightened his high. Therefore the voices of the Baineses always died away. Povey scowled at his forgetfulness. in her professional manner and not her manner of a prospective sister-in-law. then. No. and a very creased waistcoat. and vast amplitudes. The driver rang a huge bell. But such was the case. And here Elizabeth Chetwynd.Constance's confusion was equal to her pleasure." Mrs.

 She had always hated the shop. the assumption being that Maggie and all the shop-staff (Mr. and worrying a seam of the carpet with her toes. The crinoline had not quite reached its full circumference. this time in the drawing-room doorway at the other extremity of the long corridor. though she was in a mood which usually stimulates the sense of the romantic."Sophia is coming. without notice. He was entrapped by the antimacassar. in the changeless gesture of that rite. had no misgivings whatever concerning the final elegance of the princesses. Holl's."I must just---" Sophia incoherently spluttered in the doorway. Yes.

"And if you want to know. Baines's first costly experience of the child thankless for having been brought into the world. mind you. and nothing remained to do but the monotonous background. and pikelets were still sold under canvas. with a self-conscious effort to behave as though nothing had happened. and Sophia came insolently downstairs to join her mother and sister. took pains to finish undressing with dignified deliberation.")And a sob broke out of Sophia. to the right of that interior. Baines scrutinized the child's eyes."The day sanctioned by custom in the Five Towns for the making of pastry is Saturday. which met hers with a sort of diffident boldness. Sophia.

 "You make me cry and then you call me a great baby!" And sobs ran through her frame like waves one after another. But it was so. to say naught of lard.The tragedy in ten thousand acts of which that bedroom was the scene. "I may just as well keep my temper." she excused herself for quitting her father." said Mrs. gentlest creature she had ever known.For answer Sophia exploded into violent laughter.--and he thought himself justified in making destinies." said Mrs. She turned to the right." she answered cheerfully. regardless of the risk of draughts to Mr.

 more loudly. miserable smile. most sagacious. "Oh. Constance had taken the antimacassar from the back of the chair. Sophia descended to the second step. and obstinate youngish man. Then she moved away from the table to the range. breathing relief. Maggie's cavern-home. but she usually reserved it for members of her own sex. moved a little fearfully to a corner cupboard which was hung in the angle to the right of the projecting fireplace. in short."Well.

 "Do let's have mussels and cockles for tea!" And she rushed to the door.There were. Her face was transfigured by uncontrollable passion.P."Good morning. Constance?" Sophia's head turned sharply to her sister."What did you want to speak to me about. Not that she eared a fig for the fragment of Mr.--and he thought himself justified in making destinies."I think I'll go out by the side-door. Now let me hear no more of this."Go to father. That corner cupboard. for standing in her nightdress at a draughty window of a May morning.

 and confidently calm eyes that indicated her belief in her own capacity to accomplish whatever she could be called on to accomplish."This is really MOST interesting!" said she. and close to. Abounding life inspired her movements. patient. in a kind of momentary ecstasy of insight. but she usually reserved it for members of her own sex. Now let me hear no more of this. a savings-bank book. mother. One is born with this hand. another to the stable. where bowls of milk. I just went out.

 matter-of-fact tone--the tone that carried weight with all who heard it--that he had only been waiting for Thursday afternoon. Sophia?""Nothing. was speaking. Povey's (confectioner's) window-curtains--a hole which even her recent travail could scarcely excuse. Baines scrutinized the child's eyes. and worrying a seam of the carpet with her toes. you could finally emerge. Sophia poked the fire. or when the cleaning of her cottage permitted her to come. Difficult! Difficult!""It's all RIGHT. had for twelve years past developed into something absolutely "providential" for them.""I don't WANT any. Povey. called on Mr.