She told me afterwards to do as I pleased, and that I might try my own way for the first quarter.
So I was frightened, and only sent thirty shillings.

We went out the other evening to drink tea with Mrs.MacHugh, an old lady whose husband was once dean.

I had to go, and it was all very nice.

There were a great many clergymen there, but many of them were young men." "Poor Dorothy," exclaimed Nora.

"One of them was the minor canon who chants the service every morning.