'I am the village nurse, Miss Garston, and I think I can bind up poor Flossie's leg.' 'Miss Garston!' in quite a different voice; it seemed to have grown rather formal.

'Oh, I am so much obliged to you, but I am ashamed to give you the trouble; only for poor Flossie's sake,' hesitating, 'will you come into the carriage and let me drive you to Maplehurst ?' And to this I readily consented.

I could never bear to see an animal in pain, and the little creature, a beautiful brown-and-white spaniel, was already licking my hand confidingly.
I could see Mrs.Maberley was embarrassed by my presence, for she talked in rather a nervous manner about it being Christmas Eve, and how busy the young ladies were decorating the church.
'I wanted to speak to Miss Darrell for a moment,' she went on, 'and I found her and Lady Betty putting up wreaths in the chancel, and that good-looking Mr.Tudor was helping them.

I was so sorry poor dear Gladys was not there; but Miss Darrell says her cold is so much better that she is downstairs again.

I am afraid she is very delicate and takes after her poor mother.' 'I saw Miss Hamilton yesterday, and I certainly thought she looked very ill.' 'So Miss Darrell told me.