On the other side was the fire-place, with chintz frill and curtains, and the grate filled with a great bush of green beech-leaves.

A table set on the red tiles was spread for tea, and by it sat Mrs.Kane and her friend Mrs.Ford enjoying a friendly cup together.
"She _is_ late this evening," Mrs.Kane was saying; "but she'll turn up all right by and by.

If she's wild she's sharp, which is still something.

She never gets under horses' feet, nor drops into the pond, or anything of that sort.

If she did those sort of things, being such a rover, Mrs.Ford, you see I never should have an easy moment in my life." "I must say it's very good of you to take to do with her," said Mrs.
Ford, "and she nobody belonging to you.