Flora began, "If you don't want this afternoon to yourself--" Ethel was on her feet, and open-mouthed.

"Oh, Miss Winter, if you would be so kind as to walk to Cocksmoor with us!" "To Cocksmoor, my dear!" exclaimed the governess in dismay.
"Yes, yes, but hear," cried Ethel.

"It is not for nothing.

Yesterday--" "No, the day before," interposed Flora.
"There was a poor man brought into the hospital.

He had been terribly hurt in the quarry, and papa says he'll die.