Poor Sarah Susan is almost off her head answering the door to them.

Stout readers and thin readers, old readers and young readers, they're all flying to the post, as if there were nothing in life so delightful as being 'continual reader' of politics to poor Mrs.Mortlock.She ought to have been suited long ago, but I've a strong hope that she isn't, for she's as fidgety and particular as if she were a countess.

Your best chance, dear, is to come straight home with me--we'll see Mrs.Mortlock on the spur of the moment, and try and arrange it all." In this way Primrose obtained her first situation, for Mrs.Mortlock was glad to feel her soft young hand, and her gentle and refined tones had an instant and soothing effect on the poor lady's irritable nerves.
"My dear," she said, "what with rasping voices, and piping voices, and droning voices, to say nothing of voices that were more like growls than anything else, I felt nearly demented.

Yes, Miss Mainwaring, this is a sore affliction that has befallen me, and I knew there was nothing before me but the services of a 'continual reader,' for poor Mrs.Dredge, though she did her best, was decidedly thick in her utterance; and Miss Slowcum, oh dear! the affectations of Miss Slowcum were quite beyond me, besides our differing altogether in politics--me holding for Gladstone, and she fairly hating the poor man.

You'll do very well, Miss Mainwaring, and I hope you'll study your papers well while you're at home, so that you may know what you are reading about, and read intelligent accordingly.