But it seems like a dream.
Sometimes," passing her hand over her forehead with a little laugh, "I feel as if I should suddenly find myself wakened in the room in Mortimer Street by Jane Cupp bringing in my morning tea.

And I can see the wallpaper and the Turkey-red cotton curtains.

One of them was an inch or so too short.

I never could afford to buy the new bit, though I always intended to." "How much was the stuff a yard ?" Lady Maria inquired.
"Sevenpence." "How many yards did you need ?" "Two.

It would have cost one and twopence, you see.