Her hands wanted to be doing.

She had ventured to ask Fenn for some flowers, and would dare to arrange them herself if Mrs.Mawson would let her.
Then, as she re-entered the house, she came back at a bound to reality.
"If I can't keep Miss Pitstone out of mischief, I shan't be here a month!" she thought pitifully; and how was it to be done?
She found Helena sitting demurely in the sitting-room, pretending to read a magazine, but really, or so it seemed to Mrs.Friend, keeping both eyes and ears open for events.
"I'm trying to get ready for Julian--" she said impatiently, throwing away her book.

"He sent me his article in the _Market Place_, but it's so stiff that I can't make head or tail of it.

I like to hear him talk--but he doesn't write English." Mrs.Friend took up the magazine, and perceived a marked item in the table of contents--"A New Theory of Value." "What does it mean ?" she asked.
"Oh, I wish I knew!" said Helena, with a little yawn.

"And then he changes so.