So I was to send Mr.Acton to beg you to come and give me the benefit of your wisdom." Gertrude looked at her sister.

She wanted to say, "That is what she would have done." Charlotte said that they hoped the Baroness would always come and dine with them; it would give them so much pleasure; and, in that case, she would spare herself the trouble of having a cook.
"Ah, but I must have a cook!" cried the Baroness.

"An old negress in a yellow turban.

I have set my heart upon that.

I want to look out of my window and see her sitting there on the grass, against the background of those crooked, dusky little apple-trees, pulling the husks off a lapful of Indian corn.