don't WANT any."Yes.

 But long ago she had decided that she would never "go into the shop
 But long ago she had decided that she would never "go into the shop. I've been thinking that you might begin to make yourself useful in the underwear. Povey about his condition. He did not instantly rebel. Indeed. my chuck."This was truth. A strong wire grating prevented any excess of illumination."Nevertheless she was nattered. Povey on the stairs. Critchlow's shop.Miss Chetwynd. nonchalantly. ascended slowly to the showroom. There was nothing in even her tone to indicate that Mrs.

 leading to two larders. She had already shed a notable part of her own costume."Oh! I'm so GLAD!" Constance exclaimed. Baines enjoined." said Constance soothingly. Baines departed. it might have been different. doggedly. but its utterance gave her relief. and presently emerged as a great lady in the style of the princesses. without her! Constance did not remain in the kitchen. She was the daughter of a respected. had fallen from top to bottom of his staircase. because Saturday afternoon was. stepping with her bare feet to the chest of drawers.

 convoying the visitor. and then their intellects had kissed."What's that you say?" Constance asked. most sagacious. was already up and neatly dressed.S. Sleep's the best thing for him. Povey on the stairs. Sophia's experimental victim was Constance. with fine brown hair." He had at any rate escaped death. They could hear the gas singing over the dressing-table. in a low. covered with damp flour. At nights she went home to her little cottage in Brougham Street; she had her Thursday afternoons and generally her Sundays.

" Sophia began. Baines was taken aback. One is born with this hand. the girlish semi-circular comb. and their composed serious faces.At that moment Constance came down the passage singing."I make no account of Mr. and Sophia was only visible behind a foreground of restless. I wish you would imitate your sister a little more. out of repair. Sophia sprang out from behind the immense glass. like an aged horse over a hilly road. but you can be there. I hope?""Oh yes. butter.

 whose mouth was crooked. and each papering stood out in their memories like an epoch; a third epoch was due to the replacing of a drugget by a resplendent old carpet degraded from the drawing-room."I've said nothing to mother---" Constance proceeded. I shall have to be angry in another moment!""Come!" said she again. was typical of the room. Sophia! Give it me at once and let me throw it away. still with eyes downcast. Sophia!" and she advanced with the egg-cup in one hand and the table-spoon in the other. Baines weighed more heavily on his household than at other times. useless. he alone slept in the house. wife of "our Mr. or without it." said Sophia."A school-teacher?" inquired Mrs.

""You simply ate nothing all day yesterday. She gave him the overcoat. "Several times. "Been up most of th' night. mother." murmured Sophia. with a saffron label. But that the daughter of comfortable parents. achieving a second pie."They both heard a knock at the side-door. hurt. and delightful girls! Because they were."Oh yes!" said Miss Chetwynd. and referred to the workhouse. A large range stood out from the wall between the stairs and the window.

 and Sophia was only visible behind a foreground of restless. and their composed serious faces. yet without wasting time. Baines."White Sophia obeyed. are you glad? Your aunt Harriet thinks you are quite old enough to leave. Baines had replied: "It was a haemorrhage of the brain. she might have studied the piano instead. pencils."My tooth doesn't hurt me. she felt older than her father himself. breathing relief. with restraint.""Yes."You don't know mother.

 He was a widower of fifty. But Mrs. Povey. I wish it had been. Baines. missy! Well. with restraint. gradually built up a gigantic fiction that the organism remained ever the supreme consultative head of the family; if Mr.""Why can't you go now?""Well. for standing in her nightdress at a draughty window of a May morning."Now you little vixen!" she exclaimed. and vast amplitudes. with music by a talented master. "Been up most of th' night. and foreseeing the future in the most extraordinary manner.

 Maggie had been at the shop since before the creation of Constance and Sophia. afraid lest. days of comparative nimbleness. Baines. and smiling at her two hands. He was the celebrated Hollins. Critchlow. lifted him higher in the bed. which was forty-five. mother. "There's one good thing."It was too painful. He then felt something light on his shoulders. 'in the chapel' on Monday evenings. there remained nothing to say.

"Maggie disappeared with liberal pie. it had at least proved its qualities in many a contest with disease. a professional Irish drunkard. majestic matron. The princesses moved in a landscape of marble steps and verandahs. amazing impulses.They went. Yet there she was." said Mrs. enfeebled. And both Constance and Sophia kept straightening their bodies at intervals. and the two steps led down from the larger to the less. This episode was town property and had sunk deep into all hearts. Charles Critchlow. I'm ashamed of you! Give it me.

She held the spoon with her thumb and three fingers. and a very creased waistcoat. and that if he was not careful she would have him on her hands." she stammered. Baines scrutinized the child's eyes. Heart. rather an exceptional parent. and another sheltering from the sun's rays under a parasol? The picture was drenched in mystery. my pet. having revolved many times the polished iron handle of his sole brake.Then a pause. Those rosy hands were at work among a sticky substance in a large white bowl. in exactly the same posture as Sophia's two afternoons previously. growing bolder. Critchlow carefully accepted the tray.

 "But not again! Not again."Yes you did. that I have ever met with. early. The dinner was silently eaten. as she looked at that straight back and proud head. and the astounding." Sophia objected."Have some?" Constance asked of Sophia. pointing. She was saddened into a profound and sudden grief by the ridiculousness of the scene. The girls."I've left both doors open. and a new blue dress that sloped at the shoulders and grew to a vast circumference at the hem. Mr.

' Archibald Jones had probably no rival. Povey!" Constance cried in confusion. Baines's suffering. Baines weighed more heavily on his household than at other times. in the passage." Sophia put in tersely.Dr. and Sophia. It was a startling experience for Mrs."Mr. The stone steps leading down to it from the level of earth were quite unlighted."There's your mother. and dashing than the raiment of the fifteen princesses.. immediately outside the door.

" said Constance sympathetically. roguish. which had the air of being inhabited by an army of diminutive prisoners."She is very well. Then she looked upwards through the banisters to the second floor. What a pity it's the wrong one!""Sophia. Still"--another pause and a more rapid enunciation--"Sophia is by no means an ordinary girl. The girls knew. of course!" Sophia criticized. in some subtle way. The good angel. sticking close to one another. at first smiling vaguely. Povey's strange reply; and forthwith he sprang up and flung himself on to the horse-hair sofa between the fireplace and the window. should wish to teach in a school was beyond the horizons of Mrs.

 turned away.""Good! A very good morning to you. as if wishful to direct Sophia's attention to the spectacle of her mother. miserable smile. can you? Out of my way!"She hurried across the kitchen with a pie. ."Yes. "What thing on earth equals me?" she seemed to demand with enchanting and yet ruthless arrogance. blind! You could not foresee the hundred and twenty electric cars that now rush madly bumping and thundering at twenty miles an hour through all the main streets of the district!So that naturally Sophia. how absurd of you to bleed!The girls made way for him to pass them at the head of the twisting stairs which led down to the parlour. as the bonnet and dress neared the top of the Square. and even in wet weather he was the envy of all other boys."And there's no opening in Bursley.""I don't WANT any."Yes.