"Let us propose that aim to ourselves, to build a church on Cocksmoor!" "How many years do you give us to do it in ?" said Norman.
"Few or many, I don't care.

I'll never leave off thinking about it till it is done." "It need not be long," said Flora, "if one could get up a subscription." "A penny subscription ?" said Norman.

"I'd rather have it my own doing." "You agree then," said Ethel; "do you, Mr.Ernescliffe ?" "I may safely do so," he answered, smiling.

Miss Winter looked at Etheldred reprovingly, and she shrank into herself, drew apart, and indulged in a reverie.

She had heard in books of girls writing poetry, romance, history--gaining fifties and hundreds.