"I have no moral character.

I thought I was a sensible, educated woman; and I am just an ''Arriet,' in a temper with her ''Arry.' Well--courage! Three weeks isn't long.

Who can say that Arthur mayn't come back disillusioned?
Rachel Dunstable is a born tyrant.

If, instead of flattering him, she begins to bully him, strange things may happen!" The first week of solitude she spent in household drudgery.

Bills had to be paid, and there was now mercifully a little money to pay them with.
Though it was August, the house was to be "spring-cleaned," and Doris had made a compact with her sulky maids that when it began she would do no more than sleep and breakfast at home.