Handsome girls, unfortunate enough to have brains to boot, do not cultivate the patient virtues in chambers of this description.
There was a knock at the door.

Clara found her father standing there.
'Have you anything to tell me, my girl ?' he asked in a subdued voice, furtively regarding her.
'I shall go on Monday.' He drew back a step, and seemed about to return to the other room.
'Father, I shall have to give Mrs.Tubbs the five shillings for a few weeks.

She's going to let me have a new dress.' 'Your earnin's is your own, Clara.' 'Yes; but I hope very soon to be able to give you something.

It's hard for you, having no work.' John brightened wonderfully.
'Don't you trouble, my dear.

That's all right.