Margaret said you would know how to manage." "Then we will go the first fine day papa does not want me." "I wonder if I could finish my purple frocks.

But here's the tea.

Now, Richard, don't tell me to make it.

I should do something wrong, and Flora will never forgive you." Richard would not let her off.

He stood over her, counted her shovelfuls of tea, and watched the water into the teapot--he superintended her warming the cups, and putting a drop into each saucer.