She never thought of this till very lately and began at once to prepare for going away," said Rose pleadingly.
"She ought to have gone long ago.

I told Myra we should have trouble somewhere as soon as I saw what a good-looking creature she was, and here it is as bad as can be.

Dear, dear! Why can't young people have a little prudence ?" "I don't see that anyone need object if Uncle Jem and Aunt Jessie approve, and I do think it will be very, very unkind to scold poor Phebe for being well-bred, pretty, and good, after doing all we could to make her so." "Child, you don't understand these things yet, but you ought to feel your duty toward your family and do all you can to keep the name as honorable as it always has been.

What do you suppose our blessed ancestress Lady Marget would say to our oldest boy taking a wife from the poorhouse ?" As she spoke, Miss Plenty looked up, almost apprehensively, at one of the wooden-faced old portraits with which her room was hung, as if asking pardon of the severe-nosed matron who stared back at her from under the sort of blue dish cover which formed her headgear.
"As Lady Marget died about two hundred years ago, I don't care a pin what she would say, especially as she looks like a very narrow-minded, haughty woman.

But I do care very much what Miss Plenty Campbell says, for she is a very sensible, generous, discreet, and dear old lady who wouldn't hurt a fly, much less a good and faithful girl who has been a sister to me.