Every morning and evening she prayed, "God bless mother and father in India," but then she was not very acutely conscious of God either, and so her mind was apt to wander during her prayers.
She lived with her two aunts--Miss Emmy Braid and Miss Violet Braid--in the smallest house in the Square.

So slim was No.

21, and so ruthlessly squeezed between the opulent No.

20 and the stout ruddy-faced No.

22, that it made one quite breathless to look at it; it was exactly as though an old maid, driven by suffragette wildness, had been arrested by two of the finest possible policemen, and carried off into custody.