And having got this, she was anxious to be back with Thyrza.
'I suppose it's no use waiting for Mary,' she said, rising.
'I don't suppose she'll be back not before nine o'clock,' Mrs.Bower replied.

'Did you want her partic'lar ?' 'Oh no, it'll do any time.' 'Whilst I think of it,' said Mrs.Bower, letting her sewing fall upon her lap and settling the upper part of her stout body in an attitude of dignity; 'you and your sister 'll come an' eat your Christmas dinner with us ?' Lydia east down her eyes.
'It's very kind of you, Mrs.Bower, but I'm sure I don't know whether Thyrza 'll be well enough.

I must be very careful of her for a time.' 'Well, well, you'll see.

It'll only be a quiet little fam'ly dinner this year.

You'll know there's places kep' for you.' Lydia again expressed her thanks, then took leave.