Of course _you_ could do everything so very much better.

That's what children are nowadays." Whilst Mrs.Cross piped on, Bertha regarded her with eyes of humorous sadness.

The girl often felt it a dreary thing not to be able to respect--nay, not to be able to feel much love for--her mother.

At such times, her thought turned to the other parent, with whom, had he and she been left alone, she could have lived so happily, in so much mutual intelligence and affection.

She sighed and moved away.
The unlet house was a very serious matter, and when one day Norbert Franks came to talk about it, saying that he would want a house very soon, and thought this of Mrs.Cross's might suit him, Bertha rejoiced no less than her mother.