At length came the last day of her London season, and her last visit to her niece.

"I would come because it's my last day," said Lady Macleod; "but really I'm so hurried, and have so many things to do, that I hardly know how to manage it." "It's very kind," said Alice, giving her aunt an affectionate squeeze of the hand.
"I'm keeping the cab, so I can just stay twenty-five minutes.

I've marked the time accurately, but I know the man will swear it's over the half-hour." "You'll have no more trouble about cabs, aunt, when you are back in Cheltenham." "The flies are worse, my dear.

I really think they're worse.

I pay the bill every month, but they've always one down that I didn't have.
It's the regular practice, for I've had them from all the men in the place." "It's hard enough to find honest men anywhere, I suppose." "Or honest women either.