Very little of any kind of wildness was there about the Misses Braid.

They were slim, neat women, whose rather yellow faces had the flat, squashed look of lawn grass after a garden roller has passed over it.

They believed in God according to the Reverend Stephen Hunt, of St.
Matthew-in-the-Crescent--the church round the corner--but in no other kind of God whatever.

They were not rich, and they were not poor; they went once a week--Fridays--to visit the poor of St.Matthew's, and found the poor of St.Matthew's on the whole unappreciative of their efforts, but that made their task the nobler.

Their house was dark and musty, and filled with little articles left them by their grand-parents, their parents, and other defunct relations.