"I've often heard tell of light reading," said Mrs.
Wragge, restlessly shifting the positions of the circulars as a child restlessly shifts the position of a new set of toys.

"Here's light reading, printed in pretty colors.

Here's all the Things I'm going to buy when I'm out shopping to-morrow.

Lend us a pencil, please--you won't be angry, will you?
I do so want to mark 'em off." She looked up at Magdalen, chuckled joyfully over her own altered circumstances, and beat her great hands on the table in irrepressible delight.

"No cookery-book!" cried Mrs.Wragge.