Mrs.Rushton was unlike her in every respect, low in size, plump, smiling, and dressed in the most becoming and elegant fashion.

Mrs.Enderby spoke slowly and with deliberation; Mrs.Rushton kept chattering incessantly.
"Well, Amy," said the former, "I hope you will talk to William about it, and perhaps he may induce you to change your mind.

Here he is," as a gentleman was seen coming across the lawn.
Mrs.Rushton shrugged her shoulders.

"My dear Isabel," she said, "I do not see what William has to do with it.

I am my own mistress, and surely old enough to judge for myself." The two little girls sprang to meet their father, and dragged him by the hands up to the tea-table.
"William," said Mrs.Enderby, "I want you to remonstrate with Amy." "It seems to me I am always remonstrating with Amy," said Mr.Enderby smiling; "what wickedness is she meditating now ?" Mrs.Rushton laughed gaily, dipped a fine strawberry into cream and ate it.