How is that pretty little sister of yours who wanted the cheap lodgings, that was to be so clean you might eat on the floor ?" "We are all fairly well, Mrs.Dredge," replied Primrose, when she could edge in a word--for Mrs.Dredge was extremely voluble--"we are fairly well, only Daisy has been suffering from cold.

We have got clean rooms too, thank you, Mrs.Dredge." "Well now, dear, I'm glad to hear it; that pretty child amused me when she spoke of cheapness and cleanliness going hand in hand.

Bless her little heart! little she knew.
"We have learned a great many things we knew nothing about six months ago Mrs.Dredge," answered Primrose, a tinge of sadness in her voice.
"Yes, I am very glad to see you again--please, remember me to all the ladies at Penelope Mansion." "Oh, my dear, they'll be glad to hear I met you--even Miss Slowcum will, though she's a little bitter on the subject of age; and as to that poor Sarah Maria, or Sarah Martha--I forget which she is, only I know she's Sarah, with something tacked to the end of it--why, she'll be fairly skipping with delight.

That poor girl, she just worships the ground you three young ladies walk on." "Oh, do give our dear love to Poppy," said Primrose tears springing to her eyes.
Those sudden tears did not escape the notice of fat, good-humored Mrs.
Dredge.
"I hope you're getting on comfortably in every way, dear," she said, "money matters and all.

I had sore worries myself in the money line until poor Dredge made his fortune in the chandlery business.