Mrs.Leyburn, poor lackadaisical thing! is no good whatever.
No more is Catherine.

They both behave as if husbands tumbled into your mouth for the asking.

Catherine's too good for this world--but if she doesn't do it, I must.

Why, that girl Rose is a beauty--if they didn't let her wear those ridiculous mustard-colored things, and do her hair fit to frighten the crows! Agnes too--so ladylike and well mannered; she'd do credit to any man.

Well, we shall see, we shall see!' And Mrs.Thornburgh gently shook her gray curls from side to side, while, her eyes, fixed on the open spare room window, shone with meaning.
'So eligible, too--private means, no encumbrances, and as good as gold.' She sat lost a moment in a pleasing dream.
'Shall I bring oot the tea to you theer, mum ?' called Sarah gruffly, from the garden door.