What you buy in the shops is the bread of death." Dick was a good, sharp boy, devoted to his sister.

He stuck to the shop in London, and handed the money to Phoebe, when she came for it.

She worked for it in Essex, and extended her country connection for supply as the retail business increased.
Staines wrote an article on pure food, and incidentally mentioned the shop as a place where flour, milk, and butter were to be had pure.

This article was published in the Lancet, and caused quite a run upon the little shop.

By and by Phoebe enlarged it, for which there were great capabilities, and made herself a pretty little parlor, and there she and Dick sat to Falcon for their portraits; here, too, she hung his rejected landscapes.