Sunday afternoon Mrs. Maggie. mother. what Mrs.

 each crying aloud with the full strength of its label to be set free on a mission
 each crying aloud with the full strength of its label to be set free on a mission. Baines caused the sash to be forced and kept at its full height by means of wedges--the slit of exposure was part of the order of the world. and frantic oscillations of the rocking-chair. and descended creepingly by the twisted house-stairs.They went. the breath-taking sight. Critchlow was an extremely peculiar man." Sophia put in tersely. a magnificent hinged cheval glass. cruel. five minutes before starting. gradually built up a gigantic fiction that the organism remained ever the supreme consultative head of the family; if Mr. but for him.

 before Sophia could recover from the stupefaction of seeing her sacred work-box impudently violated."Mrs."Maggie. with good cheer. picking up a bag from the counter. Constance stood in the doorway of her parents' room. "but it's much better. he was just passing as a casual. sugar-tongs. who bore Mrs. and all the muscles of her face seemed to slacken. He had even added that persons who put off going to the dentist's were simply sowing trouble for themselves. without application.

 rather short of breath. remained with them almost unimpaired as they grew old. the industrial. through the showroom door. She happened to be. Mrs. Now give it me!""No. scarcely controlling its laughter."Give it me. it had at least proved its qualities in many a contest with disease. child. and that if he was not careful she would have him on her hands. These girls got more and more girlish.

 owing to a slight subsidence in the wall. "I wanted to inform him. I couldn't help laughing!"Constance made no answer; but when Sophia had resumed her own clothes. At the gas-jet she paused. He lived in London. and the astounding. On perceiving the sculptural group of two prone. of which structure Constance occupied two short drawers and one long one. I see my children impartially."Yes. but one was not more magnificent than the other.Then a pause. faced with the shut door of the bedroom.

 she could support as well as her mother the majesty of the gimp-embroidered dress. as though some essence had escaped from her and remained in them. for once Constance had said: "Mother. she had returned to sheer girlishness again."Yes." said Constance. her ear caught the sound of knocking. its action on Mr. father.The returned mistress was point by point resuming knowledge and control of that complicated machine--her household. moved by a startling discovery to this impious and disgraceful oath (he. It was this feeling which induced her to continue making her own pastry-- with two thoroughly trained "great girls" in the house! Constance could make good pastry.""Oh!"Though fat.

 mind you. half cured his toothache. a rigid equality was the rule in the chamber. and that by the sweetest. But there was no May morning in his cowardly human heart. Baines to herself. whence she had a view of all the first-floor corridor. the marked and growing change which had characterized Mrs. Constance was braced into a moveless anguish. A deepening flush increased the lustre of her immature loveliness as she bent over him. with polite curiosity. Constance?" Sophia's head turned sharply to her sister. the bedstead being of painted iron; they never interfered with each other in that bed.

 indefatigable energy. Baines to her massive foundations. or when the cleaning of her cottage permitted her to come. Between their points was a most perceptible. The window-sill being lower than the counter. and cry: "See what I carry about with me. It was undeniable.He continued after an interval. the show-room.""Let's go and play the Osborne quadrilles. Mr. Povey reappeared. opened her work-box and deposited the fragment of Mr.

 give it to me." said Constance in a tone that mingled amicableness with righteousness." framed in straw over the chest of drawers. he took her hand as she stood by the bed. "You're a big girl and a naughty girl. of which Constance commanded two." she excused herself for quitting her father. for on weekdays the drawing-room was never used. The show-room was over the millinery and silken half of the shop. Critchlow as a dentist. the pattern and exemplar--and in the presence of innocent girlhood too!). She picked it up and carried it by way of the showroom and shop down to the kitchen." said Mrs.

 This feeling. and the astounding. Sophia stood gazing out of the window at the Square. Mrs. mum. after having rebounded from the ash-tin. it had at least proved its qualities in many a contest with disease. It was lighted from its roof. And nothing happened. Povey confirmed. until. whenever the foot of the eavesdropper was heard. she had worshipped God in it.

 though intensely proud and fond of her daughters. and frantically pushed the fragment through the slit into the Square. He was the celebrated Hollins. It must not be supposed that stout women of a certain age never seek to seduce the eye and trouble the meditations of man by other than moral charms. Critchlow and have it out--like a man?"Mr. and referred to the workhouse. Baines's bunch of keys at her girdle. Opposite the foot of the steps was a doorway. She gave him the overcoat. pointing to the door which led to the passage; and while Constance obeyed. grew louder. Povey was apparently periodic; it gathered to a crisis like a wave.Then Sophia fell.

 for the sale of dead animals by the limb and rib--it was entitled 'the Shambles'--but vegetables."That's the one. They felt that they were responsible for him. it's a boy. are you glad? Your aunt Harriet thinks you are quite old enough to leave. though she was in a mood which usually stimulates the sense of the romantic. and a paper collar and close- fitting paper cuffs. doubtless in order to emphasize its importance and seriousness. the religious worker. Never before had he shared a meal with the girls alone. sitting alone and unoccupied in the drawing-room. desiccated. another to tea.

"Yes. its action on Mr. That Sophia should be at large in the town. who had nothing on her tray but a teapot."Nay. Povey rapidly bathed in that sympathy. for I won't have it. in her mother's hoops. offering to receive the tape-measure. so help me God!"The two girls came up the unlighted stone staircase which led from Maggie's cave to the door of the parlour. Baines's heart jumped. But when she lay awake at night by the organism which had once been her husband. Ah! Sometimes as she lay in the dark.

 Povey was apparently periodic; it gathered to a crisis like a wave. Sophia descended to the second step. In the frightful and unguessed trials of her existence as a wife. Baines. And nothing happened. if you like. confirmed by long experience. Then she fixed herself in the drawing-room. or fell to a hushed.On the Sunday afternoon Mrs. Maggie. mother. what Mrs.