It is yours to buy the new bonnet." "Oh, I'm so glad!" said she, with her eyes glistening.

"But I'm afraid one can't get a bonnet fit to wear--for a guinea." Dr.Staines visited his little patient every day, and received his guinea.

Mrs.Lucas also called him in for her own little ailments, and they were the best possible kind of ailments: for, being imaginary, there was no limit to them.
Then did Mrs.Staines turn jealous of her husband.

"They never ask me," said she; "and I am moped to death." "It is hard," said Christopher, sadly.

"But have a little patience.
Society will come to you long before practice comes to me." About two o'clock one afternoon a carriage and pair drove up, and a gorgeous footman delivered a card--"Lady Cicely Treherne." Of course Mrs.Staines was at home, and only withheld by propriety from bounding into the passage to meet her school-fellow.