My oldest friends are Amy Barker and Muriel Featherstone; they were both at the school at Clapham, and now Amy does type-writing in the City, and Muriel is at a photographer's.

They're awfully nice girls, and I like them so much; but then, you see, they haven't enough money to live in what _I_ call a nice way, and, you know, I should never think of asking them to advise me about my dresses, or anything of that kind.

A friend of mine once began to say something and I didn't like it; after that we had nothing to do with each other.' Emmeline could not hide her amusement.
'Well, that's just it,' went on the other frankly.

'I _have_ rather a sharp temper, and I suppose I don't get on well with most people.
I used to quarrel dreadfully with some of the girls at school--the uppish sort.

And yet all the time I wanted to be friends with them.
But, of course, I could never have taken them home.' Mrs.Mumford began to read the girl's character, and to understand how its complexity had shaped her life.