'I am not particular about food myself, and would dine cheerfully on bread and cheese any day; but I hate a smoky chimney and dust; and really that Bridget of theirs is a terrible female, and one of the worst specimens of a maid-of-all-work that I ever knew.

I took to dusting the place myself, but Theo never noticed it.' Well, well, it's a queer world, Die.

Now it is late and I am keeping you up," and then the sisters kissed each other affectionately, and Elizabeth withdrew to her own room.
Dinah sat still in her chair, and there was a thoughtful, almost a perplexed look on her face.
"I wish I could understand it," she said to herself; "but in some things Betty is so reserved.

People who only know her a little would never find it out.

They persist that she is frankness itself, but there are limits that no one can overstep--even I dare not." Here Dinah paused.