"Couldn't leave an assistant for an indefinite period." "You will never be able to do it all yourself.

I little thought, when all this bustle and changing of bedrooms was going on, what was up.

You might have told me, Mr.Jan," she added, in a reproachful tone.
"It wasn't my place to tell you," returned Jan.

"It was the doctor's." Miss Deborah looked timidly round, and then sunk her voice to a lower whisper.

"Mr.Jan, _why_ has he gone away ?" "For his health," persisted Jan.
"They are saying--they are saying--Mr.Jan, what is it that they are saying about papa and those ladies at Chalk Cottage ?" Jan laid hold of the pestle and mortar, popped in a big lump of some hard-looking white substance, and began pounding away at it.