It is just like you! driving off everything till the last moment.
You have known you were going for some days past." John was stamping upon a box to get down the lid, and did not attend to the reproach.

"See if it will lock, Fred, will you ?" said he.
Frederick Massingbird stooped and essayed to turn the key.

And just then Mrs.Tynn entered with a tray of clean linen, which she set down.

Rachel followed, having a contrivance in her hand, made of silk, for the holding of needles, threads, and pins, all in one.
She looked positively beautiful as she held it out before Mrs.Verner.
The evening rays fell upon her exquisite face, with its soft, dark eyes and its changing colour; they fell upon her silk dress, a relic of Mrs.
Verner's--but it had no crimson stripes across it; upon her lace collar, upon the little edge of lace at her wrists.

Nature had certainly intended Rachel for a lady, with her graceful form, her charming manners, and her delicate hands.
"Will this do, ma'am ?" she inquired.