She is really growing wonderfully nice-looking, too.

How she flushed up when I said she was presentable--poor child! poor child! That mother of theirs might have done something to provide for those girls--lady-like girls--distinguished-looking.

I expect the mother was a weak, poor soul.

Well, I hope Miss Martineau will think of something.

I must call and see Miss Martineau; 'pon my word I don't know what to suggest for the children to do." When Primrose arrived at Miss Martineau's, that lady was just dismissing the last of her morning pupils.