As a matter of fact she had her father's best traits, though Mrs.Glover frequently thanked goodness that in character she by no means resembled him.
Mr.Gammon was in the midst of a vivid description of a rat hunt, in which a young terrier had displayed astonishing mettle, when his hostess abruptly interposed.
"Minnie, I wish you'd put your hat on and run round to Mrs.Walker's for me.

I'll give you a message when you're ready." Very willingly the girl rose and left the room.

Mr.Gammon, whose countenance had fallen, turned to the mother with jocose remonstrance.
"Now I call that too bad.

What did you want to go sending her away for ?" "What does it matter ?" was Mrs.Clover's reply, uttered good-humouredly, but with some impatience.

"The child doesn't want to hear about rats and terriers." "Child?
I don't call her a child.