Mrs.Meadowsweet, may I run across the garden, and pick a piece of sweet brier to put in the front of my dress?
Somehow I pine for it." "I'll get it for you," said Albert Bell, blushing crimson as he spoke.
He was a very awkward young man, but his heart was as warm as his manners were uncouth.
"I'll get it for you, Daisy," he said.

His dull eyes had not the power of shining or looking eloquent.

He stepped from behind the sofa where his sisters sat, and stumbled over Mrs.Meadowsweet's footstool.
"I think, my dears, we'll just wait for our guests," said the old lady.
"We'll all just be present, please, when they come.

It's my old-fashioned ideas, my loves, just for us all to be ready to give them a right-down, good welcome." "Bother!" exclaimed Miss Daisy.

She flounced her full skirts, cast a withering glance at young Bell, and once more looked out of the open window.
"Come here, Beatrice," exclaimed Polly.
Mr.Jones was talking to Beatrice, and Polly hoped they would both approach the window together.
"Come and tell us about that Adonis you went rowing with to-day," called the girl in her shrill, half-jealous voice.
It was just at that moment that the door was flung open by Jane, and the Bertrams made their appearance.
Catherine and Mabel wore the simplest white washing-dresses.