I specially wrote to Mrs Jones to have some sweetbread.

I do hope she's got a decent cook.
It's very little I eat myself, but I do like to see things nice." The next day was Sunday; and it was beautiful to see how Mrs Greenow went to church in all the glory of widowhood.

There had been a great unpacking after that banquet on the sweetbread, and all her funereal millinery had been displayed before Kate's wondering eyes.

The charm of the woman was in this,--that she was not in the least ashamed of anything that she did.

She turned over all her wardrobe of mourning, showing the richness of each article, the stiffness of the crape, the fineness of the cambric, the breadth of the frills,--telling the price of each to a shilling, while she explained how the whole had been amassed without any consideration of expense.