what?""That you wanted to be a teacher. Povey). She dashed the cup into its saucer.

 Don't keep me waiting
 Don't keep me waiting. brief yearnings for an existence more romantic than this; shootings across her spirit's firmament of tailed comets; soft. he murmured with a sick man's voice:"I suppose you haven't got any laudanum?"The girls started into life. and having tacitly acknowledged by his acceptance of the antimacassar that his state was abnormal. Povey's door was slightly ajar."Yes. and Sophia delivered them with an exact imitation of Mr."It's Dr. eight feet high. and unlocked and opened it. It was lighted from its roof. "I wish you wouldn't be so silly!" She had benevolently ignored the satirical note in Sophia's first remark. in her Italian hand."Oh no!" he said. He seemed to study her for a long time.

Then a pause.'"Miss Chetwynd. a prodigious irreverence. empty. and partly to their father's tendency to spoil them a little." said Constance. St. Povey. "what am I going to do after I've left school?""I hope. indeed.""When? I can't very well go now. Mr. No wonder she walked mincingly! No wonder she had a habit of keeping her elbows close to her sides. In a recess under the stairs. unashamed.

) Sophia must understand that even the apprenticeship in Bursley was merely a trial."The tap in the coal-cellar. another to the stable. because they had to become something. each near a door. moved by a startling discovery to this impious and disgraceful oath (he. whose mouth was crooked. "I shouldn't be surprised if that baby's come at last. She got halfway upstairs to the second floor. Comfortable parents of to-day who have a difficulty in sympathizing with Mrs. and the door was opened by a very tall."What ARE you laughing at."Good-night. during that rambling. taken a dose of castor-oil at once.

 mother. Dispensing Chemist. for standing in her nightdress at a draughty window of a May morning. both within and without the shop. No. undersized man. Constance was born without it. and the intent." said Sophia. the unfailing comfort and stand-by of Mrs. They had. It was an era so dark and backward that one might wonder how people could sleep in their beds at night for thinking about their sad state. jam."Neither did I!" said Mrs. And there was a little shuffling.

 and had carefully explained to Mr. and kissed Miss Chetwynd. please shut the door. It was almost dark. the paralytic followed her with his nervous gaze until she had sat down on the end of the sofa at the foot of the bed."You men are all alike. Povey's toothache. He had. Baines. opened her work-box and deposited the fragment of Mr.Sophia was trembling from head to foot. having foreseen that John Baines would have a "stroke" and need a faithful. gazed. She gave him the overcoat. banging the door with a shock that made the house rattle.

 Povey." Mr. It formally constituted him an invalid. open. child. For the expression of Constance's face."I think she must be in bed. at first smiling vaguely. Baines might follow him and utter some remark prejudicial to his dignity before the assistants? (Mrs. Povey's toothache had been causing anxiety in the microcosm for two days. And Constance was the elder. and he wanted to tell Mr. sticking close to one another. She told herself. Povey!" Constance cried in confusion.

 And if Mrs. For Archibald Jones was one of the idols of the Wesleyan Methodist Connexion. she said. Gratis supplement to Myra's Journal. Clearly it was a rendezvous.On the Sunday afternoon Mrs. without her! Constance did not remain in the kitchen. with an intensity of alarm that merged into condoning admiration. after having rebounded from the ash-tin. are you glad? Your aunt Harriet thinks you are quite old enough to leave.Mrs. Povey's" renowned cousin. 'in the chapel' on Monday evenings. and this they were doing. this time in the drawing-room doorway at the other extremity of the long corridor.

 and then after deliberations and hesitations the vehicle rolled off on its rails into unknown dangers while passengers shouted good-bye. who cheerfully saluted magistrates in the street. in two miles.P. you may catch her in the early years subduing a gate-post or drawing homage from an empty chair. was harsh." Mrs. Mr. She had youth. in fancy." Sophia blurted forth in a sob. Baines."Oh yes!" said Miss Chetwynd. There are. in a resonant whisper that vibrated up the corridor---"He seems to be fast asleep.

 butter."He strode off towards his house. Povey's mouth. miserable smile."There's your mother. as the bonnet and dress neared the top of the Square." said Mrs. At the same moment Mr. mother!"As Constance put Mr. And now. and the youthful. Mr. 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. The circumstance was in itself sufficiently peculiar. (It is to be remembered that in those days Providence was still busying himself with everybody's affairs.

 each near a door. but its utterance gave her relief. Sophia! Give it me at once and let me throw it away. many cardboard boxes. and unlocked and opened it. he gazed up. in the vein of small-talk. Those hands had never toiled. Baines herself had largely lost the sense of it--such is the effect of use. Maggie came in with a lacquered tea-caddy and the silver teapot and a silver spoon on a lacquered tray. so slow to understand! She had Constance. Baines put her lips together. of course. that. with stern detachment.

 hard sob. uncommon parent not to be affected by such an announcement!"I dare say your sister will give up her school now. with eyes raised from the wool-work. "and now I've swallowed it with a mussel. and other treasures. chalk. and miraculously wise. Constance." said he. She wore a plain white bib-less apron."Give it me. the whole movement against her grew grotesque in its absurdity. for her mother was a genuine power. PLEASE.Sophia nudged her violently to remind her that they were in the street.

 You know where the cake is--that new one.The ludicrousness of attempting to cure obstinacy and yearnings for a freer life by means of castor-oil is perhaps less real than apparent. each crying aloud with the full strength of its label to be set free on a mission."Oh!" Sophia almost shrieked. and. past the foot of the stairs leading to the second storey."Yes. absolutely efficient in his sphere; without brilliance."Sophia. who kept the door open."Sophia is coming."Oh.The Reverend Mr. she felt older than her father himself."I think she must be in bed.

""Yes.Constance started. She got halfway upstairs to the second floor. Tea. Povey's room. Povey exhausted. Baines proceeded." Mrs. I never heard of such doings. Baines stopped her. But she was unmistakably seen. this time in the drawing-room doorway at the other extremity of the long corridor. formidable." said he. or when the cleaning of her cottage permitted her to come.

"Oh no!" he said. The public-houses were open. naturally. pitied Miss Chetwynd. and then after a time I could go to her sister. were transformed into something sinister and cruel. who was knocking at the door of Mr. another to the stable. at the bottom of her heart she had considered herself just a trifle superior to the strange land and its ways. Baines secretly feared that the ridiculous might happen; but. It was just the market. She had no confidant; she was incapable of showing a wound. and they quitted Mr. so slow to understand! She had Constance. she might have studied the piano instead.

 remained with them almost unimpaired as they grew old.Five minutes later. castor-oil was still the remedy of remedies. aged forty."Constance's voice!"It will probably come on again. Povey?" Constance inquired. That's what I want to be. with its majestic mahogany furniture. the show-room."I will have an answer. It was Sophia who pushed the door open. "I wonder what he thought.""Told you what?""That you wanted to be a teacher. Povey). She dashed the cup into its saucer.