What are you looking at, Francine ?" Feeling no sort of interest in Mr.and Mrs.Rook, Francine was studying her schoolfellow's lovely face in search of defects.

She had already discovered that Cecilia's eyes were placed too widely apart, and that her chin wanted size and character.
"I was admiring your complexion, dear," she answered coolly.

"Well, and why do you pity the Rooks ?" Simple Cecilia smiled, and went on with her story.
"They are obliged to go out to service in their old age, through a misfortune for which they are in no way to blame.

Their customers deserted the inn, and Mr.Rook became bankrupt.

The inn got what they call a bad name--in a very dreadful way.