How was it possible to reach that height of unselfishness?
But the example should not be without its effect.
Thyrza presented herself in the parlour.

The room was in some disorder; a girl was on her knees by the fireplace, cleaning.

Thyrza went down to the little back kitchen, which was behind the room where Mr.and Mrs.
Jarmey practically lived.

It was dark and cold.

Mrs.Grail was making a pudding.
'Good-morning, my dear!' she said, nodding several times.