"And our dinner hour is nominally (for we dine at all hours) five! Caddy, show Miss Clare and Miss Summerson their rooms.

You will like to make some change, perhaps?
You will excuse me, I know, being so much occupied.

Oh, that very bad child! Pray put him down, Miss Summerson!" I begged permission to retain him, truly saying that he was not at all troublesome, and carried him upstairs and laid him on my bed.

Ada and I had two upper rooms with a door of communication between.

They were excessively bare and disorderly, and the curtain to my window was fastened up with a fork.
"You would like some hot water, wouldn't you ?" said Miss Jellyby, looking round for a jug with a handle to it, but looking in vain.
"If it is not being troublesome," said we.
"Oh, it's not the trouble," returned Miss Jellyby; "the question is, if there IS any." The evening was so very cold and the rooms had such a marshy smell that I must confess it was a little miserable, and Ada was half crying.