Mrs.Gorman Stanley swears that it is, but for my part I can scarce give credence to such an unlikely story, for surely no woman who could only afford a felt covering for the floor of her best sitting-room would give herself the airs Mrs.Bertram has done." "Just see that my black bag is ready, Jessie," was the husband's retort to this tirade.

"And you might hurry John round with the pony-chaise." Dr.Morris felt intensely proud as he drove off to see his august patient.

He drew up his rough pony once or twice to announce the fact to any stray passer-by.
"Good-day, Bell,--fine morning, isn't it?
I'm just off to the Manor.
Mrs.B.not quite the thing.

Ah, I see Mrs.Jenkins coming down the street.

I must tell her that I can't look in this morning." He nodded to Mr.Bell, and drove on until he met the angular lady known by this name.
"Good-morning, good-morning," he called in his cheery tones, and scarcely drawing in the pony at all now.