So, I can't give money, I have but one pound in the world, but I have time, and I would make that useful, if you would help me." "I don't see how," was the answer, and there was a fragment of a smile on Richard's face, as if it struck him as a wild scheme, that Ethel should undertake, single handed, to evangelise Cocksmoor.
It was such a damper as to be most mortifying to an enthusiastic girl, and she drew into herself in a moment.
They walked home in silence, and when Richard warned her that she was not keeping her dress out of the dirt, it sounded like a sarcasm on her projects, and, with a slightly pettish manner, she raised the unfortunate skirt, its crape trimmings greatly bespattered with ruddy mud.

Then recollecting how mamma would have shaken her head at that very thing, she regretted the temper she had betrayed, and in a larmoyante voice, sighed, "I wish I could pick my way better.

Some people have the gift, you have hardly a splash, and I'm up to the ankles in mud." "It is only taking care," said Richard; "besides your frock is so long, and full.

Can't you tuck it up and pin it ?" "My pins always come out," said Ethel, disconsolately, crumpling the black folds into one hand, while she hunted for a pin with the other.
"No wonder, if you stick them in that way," said Richard.

"Oh! you'll tear that crape.