And though they want nothing to eat, we do." "But, Grandy, you have said every day since the first walk you took after coming here, that if you had three pounds, we could get away and live by ourselves and make a fortune!" "A fortune!--that's a strong word: let it stand.

A fortune! But still, Sophy, though we should be free of this thrice-execrable Rugge, the scheme I have in my head lies remote from daisies and butterflies.

We should have to dwell in towns and exhibit!" "On a stage, Grandy ?" said Sophy, resigned, but sorrowful.
"No, not exactly: a room would do." "And I should not wear those horrid, horrid dresses, nor mix with those horrid, horrid painted people." "No." "And we should be quite alone, you and I ?" "Hum! there would be a third." "Oh, Grandy, Grandy!" cried Sophy, in a scream of shrill alarm.

"I know, I know; you are thinking of joining us with the Pig-faced Lady!" MR.

WAIFE (not a muscle relaxed).--"A well-spoken and pleasing gentlewoman.