There is a book in the library with some pictures of faces that I must show you.

Do you draw at all, my dear ?" "Mamma gave me a drawing-slate on my birthday," I replied, "but Joseph bothered me to lend it to him, and now he's broken the glass.

It _is_ so tiresome! But it's always the way if you lend things." "What makes you think that it is always the way if you lend things ?" my godmother gently inquired.
"It seems as if it was, I'm sure," was my answer.

"It was just the same with the fish-kettle when cook lent it to the Browns.

They kept it a fortnight, and let it rust, and the first time cook put a drop of water into it it leaked; and she said it always _was_ the way; you might lend everything you had, and people had no conscience, but if it came to borrowing a pepperpot--" My godmother put up both her long hands with an impatient gesture.
"That will do, my dear.