She wore a dress of small-patterned print, with a broad collar of cheap lace.
'It was too hot to light a fire,' she said, rising as Lydia entered.
'Mrs.Jarmey says she'll give us water for the tea.' 'I hoped you'd be having yours,' Lydia replied.

'It's nearly six o'clock.

I'll take the tea-pot down, dear.' When they were seated at the table, Lydia drew from her pocket a shilling and held it up laughingly.
'That from Mrs.Isaacs ?' her sister asked.
'Yes.

Not bad for Saturday afternoon, is it?
Now I must take my boots to be done.

If it began to rain I should be in a nice fix; I haven't a sole to walk on.' 'I just looked in at Mrs.Bower's as I passed,' she continued presently.