And Mrs.Jowett, whose heart must have been wrung to see the beautiful table ruined at the outset, so mastered her emotion as to be able to smile and say no harm had been done....

You must go with me and see Mrs.Jowett, only don't tell her anything in the very least sad: she weeps at the slightest provocation." "Tell me more," said Pamela--"tell me about all the people who live in those houses on the hill.

It's like reading a nice _Cranfordy_ book." "But," Jean objected, "we're not in the least like people in a book.

I often wonder why Priorsford is so unlike a story-book little town.

We're not nearly interested enough in each other for one thing.