It did not seem to matter that their observations were entirely in union.
"I thought I'd run in--" said Miss Kimpsey, screwing herself up by the arm of her chair.
"Yes ?" "And speak to you about a thing I've been thinking a good deal of, Mrs.Bell, this last day or two.

It's about Elfrida." Mrs.Bell's expression became judicial.

If this was a complaint--and she was not accustomed to complaints of Elfrida--she would be careful how she took it.
"I hope--" she began.
"Oh, you needn't worry, Mrs.Bell.

It's nothing about her conduct, and it's nothing about her school work." "Well, that's a relief," said Mrs.Bell, as if she had expected it would be.

"But I know she's bad at figures.
The child can't help that, though; she gets it from me.
I think I ought to ask you to be lenient with her on that account." "I have nothing to do with the mathematical branches, Mrs, Bell.