Mothers shook their heads, and daughters laughed at me.

Have we time to be sentimental?
Haven't we enough to do, darning and mending, and turning our dresses, and making the joint last as long as possible, and keeping the children clean, and doing the washing at home--and tea and sugar rising, and my husband grumbling every week when I have to ask him for the house-money.
Oh, no more of it! no more of it! People meant for better things all ground down to the same sordid and selfish level--is that a pleasant sight to contemplate?
I shudder when I think of the last twenty years of my life!' That's what she complained of, Mr.Hethcote, in the solitary middle of the lake, with nobody but me to hear her." "In my country, sir," Rufus remarked, "the Lecture Bureau would have provided for her amusement, on economical terms.

And I reckon, if a married life would fix her, she might have tried it among Us by way of a change." "That's the saddest part of the story," said Amelius.

"There came a time, only two years ago, when her prospects changed for the better.

Her rich aunt (her mother's sister) died; and--what do you think ?--left her a legacy of six thousand pounds.